Gould fainted five or six times, and after enduring the pain and continuing to "send particles to the circle" countless times, he finally stopped torturing himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the process, his colleague sneered: "Gould, you are under the spell of this wizard, what poison did he use to distract you?"

However, the Deep Valley Mage was well aware that the power of the circle grew stronger and stronger as the number of light particles he controlled increased each time. At first, it was just the weeds withering and yellowing, and then every time the delivery was completed, for a moment he felt like he was empty, dry, suffocated, unable to breathe, and the faces of the people around him suddenly turned sallow, and he also noticed that Perry's whole body was shaking.

A circle like the devil. He thought to himself, and the others felt it too, but they didn't show it for the sake of face.

"That's it. Odin clapped his hands to stop Gould: "Let's start our game." ”

Previously, Gould didn't believe that the warlock could win at all, and he had a strong confidence in the magic power of the mage group, but now he was not sure. Truth be told—he even vaguely hoped that he could defeat his colleagues to prove the strength of the circle.

He knew what this meant—with cheap materials and simple spell casting, he could achieve an effect that was several times more powerful than before, so that an ordinary mage could unleash the magic power that only an archmage could master, unless he encountered the group of god servants in the center of the sanctuary, and their strength was not much better than that of the local sanctuary!

"Come on, show your best of luck and see if you can cook me into meat. Gould wiped his sweat and stood up.

"Gould, you're hopeless. The mages sneered.

This gamble has been tossed for four or five hours, attracting more people to watch, Archmage Rose, young lord Carter Larson, heard the news as soon as they arrived, and other mages were also in place one after another.

There are even some civilians with good deeds, although they don't know anything about spells, they also stand on the periphery to watch the excitement. To them, sorcery was as far out of reach as the inner chambers of the Templar, and watching the spells cast was no different than watching a fireworks show - in short, it was amazing.

So, outside the walls of the city of Paliva, ten mages of the deep valley gathered in a circle, and in the middle stood Gould, who was emaciated, sweaty, and pale because of the excessive color of wine.

When a mage raised his staff, Gould shouted, "Wait, wait, I'm not ready!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Gould, how many women have the warlock given you, and you have given him all your honor and life. A fellow mage scoffed.

"Shut up, idiot, and wait to see the show. Gould's reciprocal scolding was clearly not as sharp as it had been, and his hands were still shaking from excessive meditation.

"I'm crazy. He thought silently, shook his head, closed his eyes again, and entered the form into the circle as he had just done.

"Is it beginning, according to the Warlock—the mud is black under your feet!" Perry pointed out.

"Really?" Gould still closed his eyes and twitched in pain, "You said the mud turned black - bastards, then you cast spells!"

The ten mages began to chant aloud in the ancient imperial Chinese, first praising the god Osiris and then chanting the power incantation.

They used their own staffs, carefully crafted by the craftsmen of Deep Valley City, and the miniature circles carved by the master of the circle, Rykley, on each staff, not only plated with Mithril and Ugin, but also with precious wood and core, sprinkled with various spar powders, each staff was worth a lot of money.

They unleashed mid-level spells such as the Holy Light Spell, the Divine Flame, the Lightning Bolt, the Condensed Ice, the Waterspout, the Wind and Frost, and the Divine Aura, all of which were dozens of times more powerful than the low-level Holy Fire Spell.

The scene was chaotic, the space around Gould glowed purple for a while, and golden thorns exploded for a while, and the flames flew into the sky with the wind, and the ionized air crackled.

After a while, the waterfall fell from the sky, blasting straight to the ground like a cannon, and in a moment it formed a three-person tall block of ice centered on Gould. The arc wandered around, making the hearts of the onlookers numb, and several hares thirty meters away fell directly to the ground.

"God, such a chaotic attack may not even be able to block the Forbidden Spell. Rose frowned—he hadn't said 'God blessed' for a long time, and 'heaven' or 'my heaven' had become his usual words.

The mage group shushed for a while, and some of them whispered, "I hope Gould can save his life by forbidding the magic circle." ”

Others said: "I think Rudolph also has reservations, and they are not ruthless." ”

"If Gould's mistresses had known that he had not died under the woman's legs, they would have been so shocked that they would have bit off their tongues. Someone quipped.

"Hey, he's our colleague anyway, and he represents the honor of the Fukaya Mage Regiment. If Gould were to die because of such a ridiculous gamble, the warlock would pay with his life. Another was indignant.

"Ten sorcerers are not enough to die—let him taste the taste of the crucifixion, the scorched bones of the Holy Fire Curse. Someone else cursed viciously.

The whisperers found the gray-robed sorcerer not far away, looking slowly at him, his eyes as black as a deep pool seemed to engulf him, and there was an illusion that he could hear all the conversation.

Then they saw the warlock smile slightly, and the contrast between his pale skin and deep facial features was even more stark—as if the man in the white paper had moved, and it looked very strange and inexplicably palpitating.

That's how he got Gould into the trap. The mages whispered.

They put their attention back on the people who were gambling on it.

Poor Gould was trapped in the middle of the spell effect, completely unaware of whether he was alive or dead. Now those free arcs seem to be absorbed by a vortex and disappear without people noticing.

Icicles three or four meters high cracked, and some fine ice chips fell, but instead of falling to the ground, they disappeared where Gould stood. Even the melted water is the same - it does not pour outward according to the laws of nature at all, but flows backwards and is sucked to the center.

The flames scattered by the icefall swept around with the whirlwind, and when they reached the place where Gould stood, they disappeared into thin air as if they had suddenly been cut off from air.

Even the air current, above the icicles, stopped whirling. If you look closely, you can see that at the top of the ice, the branches and leaves that used to dance with the wind have become still, and the leaves have turned yellow.

While most people laughed at the gamble, the subtle changes were caught in by Ross and Carter.

"He annihilated the energy around him!" Carter whispered to his bastard uncle.

"It's more like absorbing and imprisoning. Rose exclaimed, "It's a hundred times more efficient than the Forbidden Spell." ”