Just as Ross and Carter were secretly surprised, the icicles began to crack with a tiny cracking sound—like countless sandworms emerging from the earth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The sound grew louder and louder, and finally it became a noise like the splashing of molten iron when the iron was cast, which made people's scalps tingle.

The whole ice cocoon began to crumble, and at first, one could see countless Xiaoice grains at the top rising in the sunlight instead of slipping, a strange sight, as if snow was drifting from the ground to the sky.

In a short time, these small pieces of small crystalline snowflakes all "dissolved" in mid-air - the reason why they "dissolve" is because they are all gone, neither falling in pieces nor falling into droplets to the ground.

The sky was sprinkled with strange ice crystals that reflected the glow of sunlight, all of which evaporated into the air under this paradoxical situation.

Now the tip of the giant icicle is getting thinner and thinner, and finally it becomes an ice blade pointing into the sky. Then, the great collapse began—from the inside out, a serpentine crack seeped out, and arm-thick blocks of ice began to fall.

At this time, people can see more clearly, even those who are not sharp-eyed can perceive the abnormality - the large ice that has slipped has fallen to the ground, but has been quietly dispersed into countless Xiaoice crystals by a strange force, flying towards the sky centered on Gould, repeating the process of annihilation.

It's a strange feeling - it's like a boulder rolling down a cliff that is about to hit you on the top of your head, and when the stone rolls in front of you, it is suddenly and silently crushed to pieces by a large hand and thrown high - how terrible it would be if that big hand grabbed your head instead of a stone.

Even the person who had just mocked was silenced, holding his breath to watch the strange changes.

Until someone shouted, "God bless!"

By this time, the icicles had almost disappeared, and one could clearly see Gould standing in the center, his face was gray, his eyes were unfocused, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and the wooden magic stamp in his hand was shining brightly.

Within four and five paces of him, a small vacuum was formed—no weeds, no dirt to be seen—and he stood suspended in the light, and he could see that his figure was slightly taper, and bent—strangely, as if there was air in the light, and water around it, and things in the water always looked thicker than normal.

Only then did people realize that the water, fire, light, electricity, and ice, which had just looked terrible, had all disappeared, and the process was neither long nor short, and it had ended in a strange atmosphere before people began to be shocked.

All of this is done silently, without exaggerated spell effects, but in retrospect it makes people wipe a cold sweat - it's like putting all these extremely destructive spell elements into a big bag, and then draining them little by little, and when you come back to your senses, there is nothing left.

At this time, most of the people still didn't know what was going on - the crowd naturally didn't understand, they were still waiting to see a lively scene, and it ended inexplicably, and the mage group scratched their heads and couldn't figure out why all the elemental attacks had failed - Gould didn't even release half of the forbidden spell.

At this time, the light around Gould gradually dimmed, and he no longer looked like a thin stick, but gradually became normal. Immediately after, he fell directly into the pit - the effect of the circle directly caused all the half-human-tall earth to evaporate.

He looked sluggish, his face was like white paper, and he lay motionless in the dirt pit for a while, muttering to himself, "What's going on?"

The people around him also opened their mouths and didn't react - just like that, the warlock won?

It was about a quarter of an hour before Gould got up and whispered, "I won?"

When the people did not respond, he crawled out of the pit again, stared blankly at the ground, and looked up at the sky again—nothing special except for some withered grass and sunken ground. A vigorous elemental attack, I don't know where it has disappeared.

He looked down at the Dharma Seal in his hand again, as if it had been a long time since he accepted this fact: "I won! What the hell is going on?!"

The group of mages who had been taunting loudly just now were silent, and they were momentarily amazed at the effect of the woodcut's seal, and then depressed as they remembered that they had somehow fallen into the warlock's trap, and it was estimated that they would not have a good life until the end of the war.

"Explain. Finally, a mage couldn't help it, and asked the gray-robed warlock standing aside with a smile on his face, "How did Gould get rid of our spell energy?"

Odin did not answer immediately, but said to Gould, who had not yet recovered from his ignorance and had a blank face: "Close your eyes, see if there is a speck of light in the ash cage, and release it." ”

After several fainting sessions, Gould finally became familiar with the manipulation of the points of light, and when he heard Odin's command, his mind went blank, and he subconsciously did so.

"Don't aim at the crowd. Odin added.

Before he could finish speaking, a hundred meters away from a spotted tree on the flat ground, which required five people to hug together, suddenly burst into flames, turning into a mass of flames from root to crown, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

The spectacle made everyone in the room swallow, and the sound of the huge tree trunk falling to the ground made them tremble—and they reacted when they choked on tears from the smoke, glad they were not within the collapse of the tree.

"God bless, what the hell is going on!" the mages couldn't say anything else now.

"Didn't you ask where the magic energy goes? in the ash cage. ”

Odin straightened his gray robe and replied with a smile, "Compared to the destructive power of the Radiant Guard, the Ash Cage is a very good absorption-rebound circle. Elemental attacks are all absorbed into the circle, imprisoned, trapped, and of course there will be some escape losses, and the caster can convert all the remaining power into attacks. ”

Archmage Rose stood up from the crowd and picked up Gould, who was stunned by the fact that he had survived and then by the destruction he had wreaked havoc.

"The spell books only mention these circles, but they don't clearly explain what they do and how they are used. Now Mr. Diggs has not only sorted everything out, but he has also restored the circle with the simplest materials - meaning that anyone can unleash the powerful effect of the circle with the woodcut seal in their hand. This is a remarkable achievement. ”

The mage group had not yet recovered from their shock, and their disdain for the warlocks and their amazement at the effect of the woodcut circle had turned into a strong contradiction, but the truth forced them to silence. The pride of "mages are noble" is small in the face of power - they can't even accept the whole spell casting process!

Remembering this humiliating bet, someone raised his staff and tried to attack Odin, but finally put down his hand - a mage like them could use a small plank to resist a force ten times stronger than himself, so how strong should a warlock who had been standing by and smiling silently be to fight against him?