There was a silver tower with Dean François sitting here, and she would step into a trap in the safest place, and Lizzie didn't know what to say.

Perhaps this was to blame for her own constant immersion in thinking about the problems she had recently encountered, forgetting to pay attention to the state of the magic in her environment, and not noticing the changes in her surroundings. It's just a few sorcerers Cheng Dù surrounding, and she doesn't need to care about it at all.

But these sorcerers are not to be careless, the members of the Wise Purpose are one of the most elite members of François's men, and each of them has as much combat power as the female archer. It is inconceivable that they would betray Dean François.

But it's not impossible - because no matter how strong they are and how faithful they are to their mission, they are still just human beings. As long as the subject is human, then it is always possible to find a way to dominate them, whether or not it is of the will of the accused person.

Apparently reacting to what Lizzie had said, the young man stopped, and then turned slowly. Only then did Lizzie notice that his face had somehow become as stiff as a dead corpse, and there was obvious pain in his originally bright eyes.

The green tendons on his face flared up one by one, like vines and vines≈ growing wildly along the muscles on the inside of his body. Some of the blackened blood vessels pulsated abnormally, and from Lizzie's angle, she could see that something like a bug was wriggling in the arteries in his jaw.

Obviously, his will no longer seems to control his body, and it is not his will to lead Lizzie into the encirclement. Despite his best efforts, what flowed inside his body had taken control of his body. And it was further eroding his sanity.

"Lay, Miss Leinst, go to the top of the tower and find Dean François. He gritted his teeth, squeezing a few words out between his teeth with all his might. "What's wrong, something is wrong, that guy must have been accused by someone, by the people on Sain Democra's side. ”

It was a little difficult to even say a sentence in full, and his body staggered. From time to time, I would have a big convulsion. In order to suppress the things that gradually eroded his body, the young man had almost exhausted all his strength, and even the tips of his hair were soaked with sweat.

Through the spectacle lenses perched on the bridge of her nose, Lizzie is able to observe the flow of magic in her environment with less magic. Defensive spells can be seen flickering throughout the corridor, and the soundproofing spells that were originally designed to avoid riots have now become a tool to help the enemy.

In the midst of the many magical brilliance, the young man's body was abnormally entangled with several layers of magic of different colors, and he could clearly see that the two magic powers were entangled with each other in his body. The light cyan magic he possessed was already brittle and overwhelmed by foreign enemies, and they could be overwhelmed at any moment.

The chaotic magic blinded the glow of his mana, and the colors that belonged to him were no longer eye-catching. If it weren't for the fact that he chose to use all his magic power against the incoming foreign objects. He may not even be able to maintain a basic level of consciousness right now.

He could see the magic of different colors fighting each other in his body, but it was only a matter of time before he was completely controlled by the enemy. Liqi subconsciously pinched the cane on her waist, if she knocked him unconscious now, at least she could avoid him becoming a problem for herself immediately after being accused by the enemy.

However, she immediately gave up on such a plan - not out of so-called "companionship" or anything like that, but simply found that it was not a wise decision. No matter how the magic of the different colors fights, there is always some solid magic in the young man's body that does not move.

It is supposed to be a trigger spell for self-defense, and when a certain condition is reached, it will release the magic power that has been accumulated for a long time in one breath to form a pre-prepared spell. The magic that was now wrapped around the young man was probably the effect of the spell that was going to be triggered after Lizzie attacked him.

So she stopped. Instead of rashly attacking the young man in front of him, he let his magic find a way for other enemies to approach. The circular road had a number of doors to other locations, but they were all blocked by defensive spells.

Although the young man told her to flee to the top of the Tower of Silver to seek the help of Cruise François, he apparently did not know how many enemies there were. In the case that all the way out is either guarded or blocked. Even if Lizzie wanted to escape, there was no way back.

But the other party would choose to attack her in such a place, probably because they were ready to face the guards who rushed to hear the news or had the confidence to knock her down before reinforcements arrived. Either way, this was probably a long-planned attack.

Just settle them all - Lizzie thought to herself - even if it was a member of the Intendent of Knowledge. It's not a monster that can't be stunned and killed. Since they took the initiative to provoke the war, what she did next was just a "legitimate" act of defense.

A few decades ago. There is still a practice among mages that resembles a "duel". The two sides of the duel use their knowledge and skills to compete "fairly", and there are many cases where one side pays the price of his life when competing for strength.

Although the laws of the empire already explicitly prohibited similar acts. But until now, there have been some battles between fellow sorcerers called "duels", and they are willing to fight each other.

What's more, Lizzie is reluctant to bring the flames of war to the library that is open to the general public, after all, even though it is early in the morning, there are still many people studying hard in it. She didn't want to be disturbed by those who had abandoned the sanity of a sorcerer in favor of power.

The number of enemies is not large, but their magical power makes their existence extremely eye-catching, and it only takes some magic to feel their existence. The other party does not seem to have any intention of concealing his existence, but on the contrary, he unabashedly exudes a strong sense of oppression.

Is it possible that you want to use such momentum to make yourself surrender voluntarily?

Lizzie couldn't help but laugh, she felt that she was underestimating those people at the thought of being able to do so, though momentum did mean something to a battle between mages. But considering that the high-level mages who can walk in this kind of place at will, they are probably all members of the purpose of Eizhi.

In other words, there are betrayers in the eyes of Yingzhi who accuse them? If so, then it is not difficult to understand why the young man in front of him was treated like this. The betrayer fell to Sain Democlave and gained the power to control the black mud.

"Tsk"

Lizzie pouted her tongue unpleasantly, then removed the cane from her waist and waved it slightly. The center of gravity modified to specialize in close combat is full of reassuring touches, but she can't crack the enemy's head to pieces like a pumpkin.

After all, if it was really as Lizzie thought, it would be a bit troublesome, after all, their "betrayal" was not out of their own will, but out of necessity. At least Lizzie can't kill them all easily now, otherwise it won't be easy for Cruise François.

"Spells are power, but not just power. ”

Lizzie silently recited the words engraved on the stone statue: "This is wisdom, knowledge, technology, and will." Wisdom is the first thing, thinking the truth. Knowledge is the eyes and ears, discerning all things. Technology for the wrist, casting extraordinary. The will is the legs and feet, stepping into the unknown. Guided by a true purpose, a new wisdom is pervasive"

These words left by the "Silver Dragon King" are probably the dogma pursued by the Eizhimu, but it's a pity that the actions of these people now are smearing his face no matter what. It seems that during the poisoning of Abbot François, there were many problems among his men.

Seeing that the young man was still desperately resisting the enemy's erosion, Lizzie could only turn around with a wry smile and look at the enemy's imminent position. The spectacles-like magic apparatus is packed with enough magic to prepare for the members of the Wise Eyes who may have been reduced to the walking dead.

The footsteps slowly became clearer, but not as weak as those mindless monsters. The robes that appeared in the darkness were exactly the same as the ones worn by the young man behind them, and strangely enough, each of them was covered with a featureless white mask.

Their faces were nowhere to be seen, but the eyes peeking out of the cracks in their masks were as shimmering as the sludge at the bottom of a pond. These sorcerers were undoubtedly accused by the enemy, and all the original magic power on their bodies was forcibly brushed with a layer of deep darkness.

"Y-How can you all be like this?" there was a snapping sound behind him, and the young man who had suppressed the enemy's magic with all his strength no longer had the strength to stand, "Who the hell is actually using such a thing, is it even the consciousness of being a magician?"

A sorcerer's power comes from knowledge and skill, and a clear mind determines their ability to cast spells. Although the sorcerers who have been controlled by the sludge still have their original magical powers, they may have become stronger - but they have lost their thinking ability and have no way to use their strength.

In contrast, the weapons they held in their hands were more dangerous than spells, heavy weapons that could tear Lizzie and the young man behind her apart if they hit.

"You haven't solved your own problems now, so let's say a few words. Lizzie waved her cane vigorously and said angrily, "As for your friends, I don't know which part of the brain is wrong, but as long as you let them sleep well, they will always find a solution." ”

Of course, she doesn't guarantee that they won't break or dislocate. (To be continued......)