"There is no special reason why mages will not go to war...... With a gun in hand, a team of well-trained soldiers can do better than you. ”

Ioham continued his conversation as he took out his pipe, stuffed it in and lit it. He took a deep breath, then smiled and said:

"The first time you went to Alteran, you did a perfect job when you were guarding the Wing Night Castle. Leave the frontal battlefield to your subordinates, wait for the opportunity yourself, and then strike a thunderous blow to determine the victory, this is the mage's way of fighting. Our magic is limited and we can't fight as consistently as a warrior. A true mage will recuperate, focus on the big picture, and only strike when it matters most. ”

"I see. ”

Kirt nodded, recalling the course of the previous battles. Although he charged forward, he boosted his morale, but also inflicted a certain amount of damage on the enemy. But elites like Gordon and Cameron were also forced to follow Curt's side, unable to let go of their hands and feet to fight. Overall, it's not good after all.

If Curt had stayed behind the battlefield, the shape would have been very different. The elite under his command can be scattered throughout the battlefield, leading the army to attack on multiple fronts. And with Curt in the rear, they will have a bottom in their hearts. If something goes wrong, Curt can also use arcane focus to redeem the disadvantage.

"You're a smart man, but I won't tell you, it won't take long for you to understand. ”

Eoham said with a smile as he exhaled white smoke. He looked at the thoughtful Curt with a loving look in his eyes. Eoham took another puff of his cigarette, then knocked off the ashes of his burnt cigarette, and said with some weariness:

"That's pretty much it, Prince Charlie's business. You can arrange it as you wish. In my plan. He's dispensable. ”

"Okay. ”

Ke T nodded. Get up and take your leave. He vaguely guessed that at the level of Eoham, he no longer disdained to use Prince Charles to engage in any political conspiracy. Since Ioham dared to change his low-key posture that had been dormant for many years and brazenly interfered in the affairs of the big 6 in his hand, he must have prepared countless back-ups. Even if he has to fight head-to-head with the coalition forces of the Central 6, Eoham is most likely not afraid.

With this in mind, Curt returned to the Black Tower. Awakened by Ioham's ake, he was determined to face up to the fact that he was a mage. No more tricks of impersonating fighters.

At the same time, Curt once again confirmed that no matter what way he used, it would not be beneficial to go against Iorham. In order to get Ani back, he decides to accept the identity of 'Ioham's son' once and for all. With this identity as a backing, it won't be a few years before Curt will have the power to use huge resources. He plans to help Eoham conquer the Central 6 without distractions, and then use the power of the other party to welcome Ani's return.

Once he made up his mind, Curt felt a sense of relief. Originally, he was always more or less avoiding intersections with Ioham, but now. That's already pointless reserved, even contrived. To be a man is to accept fate. Stand up straight when beaten, this is Curt's consciousness. He has a clear goal, and as for the process and means, it doesn't matter what it is.

So Curt sat in the secret art research room and began to study the staff of the ** master and the soul jade. In a way, these two magical items complement each other and can greatly increase Curt's ability to continue fighting. In addition, the spell-casting skills recorded in the soul jade are even more precious, which is the lifetime gain of the top ** master.

Curt spent a few days studying the Soul Jade, reading information from it. Ioham is worthy of being the strongest mage in the Big 6, and his understanding of spells has penetrated to an incredible level. As a result, in a short period of time, Curt gained a lot. Tong Guò simply changed his meditation method, and his connection with the magic net became much closer. In time, Curt knew he wouldn't be far from casting a level six spell.

On the other hand, there are also some special spell-casting techniques recorded in the soul jade. They are quite ingenious, like waves of magic and magic focus, which allow mages to wield a level of strength. However, those techniques are also very difficult to perform and require a lot of work to get used to. At present, the only thing that can be used directly is the skill of magic conversion. Through the conversion of mana, Curt can directly restore the prepared spell to pure magic and shoot it.

A week later, Curt decided to go to see Prince Charles and Marquis Bell. These two people are in a delicate situation, and it is not appropriate to ignore them for a long time. And in Curt's heart, he still wants to make use of them. Unexpectedly, before Curt was ready to go out, Marquis Bell came to the door with Prince Charlie first. It seems that their patience has also run out and they can't bear the pressure of being abandoned.

"Excuse me, would Lord Eorham want to see His Highness Charlie?"

In the drawing room of the Black Tower, the Marquis of Bell, who was brought by Gordon, asked directly. He was implicitly angry, and seemed very angry at Prince Charles's neglect. Curt smiled silently, feeling that Marquis Bell had not yet figured out his situation. If the current interrogation stems from the arrogance of the aristocracy, then Curt needs to knock on the other side.

On the side of the two people, Prince Charles wanted to speak several times and stopped. He sat down in a chair with his head bowed, rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands repeatedly. There is no doubt that as a leader, Prince Charles lacks the necessary courage and charisma. Curt couldn't stop shaking his head, but he could only sigh and say:

"Lord Eoham is not going to see you, he has given me carte blanche to make arrangements for you. To reside, I'm Ioham's son, Curt. There are not many people who know my identity, and I hope you two don't go around publicizing it. ”

"Okay. ”

Marquis Bell immediately changed his solemn expression, stood up and saluted Curt. Being able to meet with Ioham's son was enough courtesy for him, the general of the defeated army.

At the same time, Prince Charlie, who had not spoken, suddenly stood up. He stared at Curt and stammered:

"Y-You're really the son of Ioham?"

"Your Highness Charlie!"

The Marquis of Bell looked panicked, he knew that Prince Charles's words were extremely rude. Curt frowned, feeling strongly that something was wrong. He stared at Prince Charlie, and now the other party rolled his eyes at some point. Foam spilled from the corners of Prince Charlie's mouth and dripped down his chin onto the placket.

"Oh, possession? ”

With a flash of silver light, Naza, the spirit sucker, appeared in the living room. It raised its hand to greet Curt, then turned to Prince Charlie, and with a terrifying smile characteristic of the Psicosucker, it said:

"Who are you? You should be a pawn serving the platinum dragon god, right? Bahamut didn't dare to come in person? It seems that Eoham taught him a very profound lesson back then. ”

"You dare to meddle in the punishment of the true gods on mortals, the spirit sucking monsters, this kind of arrogance will only bring you ruin, and a mere psionic talent will not save you. ”

Prince Charles replied vaguely, and the cyan veins centered on his forehead, spreading like cobwebs across his face. Within seconds, Prince Charlie's originally delicate appearance became hideous and terrifying. Nazha was indifferent to this, and just said coldly:

"Report your name, pawn. It's so boring to kill the nameless, I'll give you the chance to die a good death. ”

"You're very good at talking, like a lowly human being. ”

Prince Charles let out a dry laugh and foamed more from his mouth. A hissing sound came from deep in his throat, and he growled:

"You don't deserve to know my name, inferior creatures! you are destined to be reduced to ashes under the majesty of the Platinum Dragon God, just as the Thousand Laws City will be reduced to gravel!"

In an instant, the pale light centered on Prince Charlie and rushed in all directions. The nearby space distorted, creating a skew. With just a start, Prince Charles cut off the living room from the outside world. Naza and Marquis Bell were also isolated from the white mang, and there seemed to be an extra white cocoon in front of them. Curt calmly raised his head, looked at Prince Charlie who turned his head and said:

"If you think I'm easy to deal with, you're wrong. As for whether I'm bluffing or not, you'll find out right away. ”

With that, Curt waved his hand. The force field shield immediately enveloped his entire body, without any dead ends. After synthesizing into the Staff of the ** Master, the functions of Purple Resentment and Holy Night are still retained. They create force field walls that can withstand all kinds of attacks, making them the perfect form of defense.

On the other hand, the pale blue ball of light quietly took shape in Curt's hands. It's his newfound skill, Magic Transformation. In a matter of seconds, Curt converted ten already prepared spells into raw magical energy. The ball of light in his hand swelled rapidly, containing terrifying lethality.

"You ......"

Prince Charlie's eyes narrowed suddenly, he didn't expect such a tricky situation. In his estimation, a minute of distorting space to fend off Nazha would be enough to deal with Curt. This is because Curt has been posing as a fighter and has not revealed much strength. And even if he was a mage, he shouldn't be able to establish an offensive and defensive system so quickly.

"It's easy to fall short of wishful thinking. ”

With this sound, the boundaries of the warped space cracked. In the roar of the explosion, Nazha was shrouded in psychic energy and forcibly broke through the obstacles. Prince Charles Huo Ran looked back, looking shocked and angry. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Curt did not hesitate to shoot a magic missile.

"You're going to regret it!"

Prince Charles roared, and his body was suddenly submerged in the swelling white light. Curt's magical missile exploded in white light, sending a terrifying hurricane. Nazha narrowed his eyes, flicked his fingers, and shot out an invisible psychic shockwave. The three forces converged in the center of the living room, and there was a loud bang.

Thousands of people saw that powerful energy spread out from the Black Tower, turning into a pillar of light that soared into the sky. Aiom, who was sitting in the Sanctuary of Sorcery, suddenly opened his eyes and said to himself:

"It's finally time to get started...... Those reptiles, after all, are still unwilling to hide behind the scenes as a background. (To be continued......)

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