The mage profession can be challenged by skipping levels.

Many people have heard this sentence before, but because the number of magicians is really rare compared to other professions, most people who have heard this sentence are half-understood, and they do not know how magicians can rely on to leapfrog challenges.

Some people who have been fortunate enough to see a magician cast powerful spells take it for granted that this is the terrible thing about magicians. Levi had fantasized about it too, but it was only when he went straight into the sky under the effect of the old magician's spell that he realized his mistake.

When a mage is capable enough to use fireballs, he is called an intermediate mage, on a par with a would-be knight who has comprehended the Seeds of Fighting Qi, and when a mage is capable enough to use flying magic, he is called a high-level mage, and his status can be equal to, or even a little higher, than that of a great knight who has mastered the Fighting Spirit.

The reason why mages are powerful is not only because of the power of spells, but more importantly, because mages flying tens or even hundreds of meters in the air are not at all capable of being harmed by conventional ranged attacks.

The range of attacks in this world can be regarded as varied, the archer's longbow can shoot sharp arrows up to 200 meters away, the military heavy crossbow can accurately hit targets within 300 meters, and a powerful archer like Grace can threaten opponents at a distance of 400 to 500 meters if they occupy a favorable terrain. However, these data all refer to lateral distances, and it is not so simple to launch an attack at a high altitude, even a powerful archer like Grace has no way to threaten a mage flying at an altitude of more than 300 meters.

However, the mage can use the flying technique at the same time to unleash a wide area of magic strikes such as fireball spells and ice storms downwards, which is not only a large number of casualties for most armies composed of ordinary people, but also a very fatal blow to morale.

Levi never imagined that he would one day be able to fly through the air like a high-level mage. The effects of the old magician's spells apparently exceeded the limits of most flying spells. Levi looked down at the earth from above and felt a wave of dizziness, and the originally endless grassland was rapidly shrinking. His gaze swept across the grasslands, through the boundless, snow-covered forests of the mountains, over the rushing rivers that gradually turned to crystal pale glaciers, and finally over the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance.

For a moment, Levi couldn't help but exclaim.

Behind the snow-capped mountains is a dead ice field with no sign of life in sight, and it is impossible to describe the vastness of this ice field, which seems to stretch in all directions until it reaches the end of the world.

The endless grassland beneath his feet was like a grain of sand on a silver platter compared to this ice field, and Levi felt his breathing hard, and a burning sensation came from his cheeks at some point.

It was the mark of hot tears.

"Little one, do you see, this is the true posture of the heart of the castle after it has advanced, now you look to the east. Mr. Dich's old voice sounded, waking Levi from the nightmare.

The young knight's squire looked far to the east, and the ice field was vast and boundless, and only clusters of blue-white ice could be seen standing on it, as dense and sharp as a grove of spears and knives. The snow and ice penetrated Levi's heart with a cold feeling, and he turned his head, hearing his voice faint in the howling wind.

"Mr. Dust, I can't see anything?"

"Don't look with your eyes, look with your heart, you are the master of the heart of the castle, everything here you should see. ”

The old magician's answer made Levi feel some comfort, yes, he is the master of the heart of the castle, don't use your eyes, your heart, your heart to see......

Levi closed his eyes, but his vision immediately darkened, he couldn't see anything, he tried hard to see something, he felt his heart beating wildly, but there was still only a deep darkness.

"Calm down, little one, your heart is beating like this now, and you can't see anything. Mr. Dich's voice rang in his ears, and Levi took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his beating heart, and as his heart gradually calmed down, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the darkness in front of him.

At first, Levi suspected that this was his hallucination, but when he tried to catch that glimmer of light, a sea of red fire suddenly unfolded in his vision!

Levi opened his eyes suddenly, and he found himself in a sea of scorching fire.

It was a terrifying hell of heat, with a nearby volcano erupting violently, spewing out a huge amount of black smoke and ash, and a river of fire flowing from the crater and winding its way through Levi's feet, boiling magma lapping against the obsidian surface. The air was filled with suffocating smoke and dust, and in just a split second, the heat here could kill any creature that didn't have the ability to resist flame.

Levi frowned at the faint smell of sulfur that lingered around his nose, feeling as if he had smelled it there not long ago.

It's a demon!

The thought that came to Levi's mind made Levi's whole body shudder, and he narrowed his eyes and tried to look in the direction of the volcano.

The volcano continued to spew blazing smoke and steam into the sky, and the blinding red light flickered from time to time through the gaps in the black smoke, and Levi's eyes were pierced by the bright light and tears flowed from his eyes. He had thought that he would not be able to see anything clearly, but his vision was surprisingly sharp, and he could clearly see countless black shadows wriggling on the banks of the flowing river of flames.

"Mr. Dust, what are those?"

Levi's question caused the old magician to let out a low laugh, "Little one, let's go over and see, won't it be clear?"

The old mage made a slight gesture, and silver magic powder surrounded them and descended towards the river of flames. Levi's face changed slightly, but he immediately felt that everything in this sea of fire did not hurt him. The roaring river of fire suddenly became very tame as it flowed to his feet, and the steaming black smoke did not make his lungs feel the fire burning hard.

There was a solid feeling coming from the soles of his feet, and Levi stomped his feet, feeling the smoothness and hardness of obsidian, and the heart that had been carried in mid-air finally let go.

The wriggling black shadow was not far away, and Levi walked over to take a look, and suddenly felt a creep.

The shadows were large worms, tumbling and wriggling on the scorching obsidian floor, and the translucent bodies of the worms were constantly secreting a sulfur-scented mucus that seemed to be the liquid that prevented the heat from damaging the insects, allowing the fleshy insects to struggle to survive.

What made Levi's stomach tumble was that the bodies of these worms all had a distorted human face, which looked like a man and a woman, and these faces seemed to retain a certain consciousness, their expressions were distorted and painful, their eyes were rolled, their mouths were closed one by one, and they let out a muffled wail on one side, and on the other hand, they were dripping black and turbid rotten blood.

"These are the so-called abyssal larvae, the juvenile forms of the demon clan, these things devour each other and grow, and when they reach a certain level, they can transform into the kind of little demons you have ever seen. The old magician pointed his finger at the terrible worms, and his tone was calm, as if he were speaking of a very common theory of knowledge.

"Abyssal larvae, Mr. Dysh, isn't this the heart of the castle, why are these horrible things happening?" said Levi, holding back a few steps to keep himself from vomiting.

"Oh, thank you a lot, little one. If it weren't for the last time you got the Surrender of a Dharma Absorber, this abyssal projection wouldn't be so easy to build. The old magician said, and with a wave of his hand forward, a crystal clear light flew forward, and soon flew back with a little devil in his hand.

"Scott is working hard, Master Dysh, do you have anything to do with Scott?" the little devil's lingua franca was right, and although it sounded fluent with some vulgar demonic tones. The two claws clung to his head, obviously having been completely corrected by the old magician.

"Scott, this is the man you need to be loyal to, Lord of the Heart of the Castle, Lord Levi. The old magician said solemnly.

The little devil looked at Levi with a sly glint in his eyes, and fell to the ground with a pop, kowtowing desperately.

"Great City Lord, Scott is at your service! Scott has been working hard, and now that the Demon Cauldron has been basically built, it will soon be able to produce a large number of small demons!"

Lots of little devils!

Levi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only to feel that his throat was extremely dry, and he looked at the old magician with a bitter face, and there was a taste of crying and laughing in his voice.

"Mr. Dust, what the hell did you make this guy do?"