"Who are you?" Dora's face changed, and a black glow began to glow in her hands.

The other three wizards were also facing the enemy, and for those of them, the forbidden warrior was no problem at all. It can be a bit tricky if there are more advanced apprentices, but the people Dora has found are all the best among the advanced apprentices, so they are also confident that they can do more with less.

The key lies in the second-level wizard.

For wizards in general, level 1 and level 2 are almost insurmountable obstacles. Once it enters the realm of a second-level wizard, its mana will break through the threshold of one hundred points, and the power of the spell will become quite powerful.

Their breathing began to become rapid, and a tremendous amount of pressure came over them.

Only Lance was calm, and not only that, but he actually felt a hint of excitement.

His heart was beating steadily, a thirst for blood suddenly surged up, and his mind was filled with the desire to kill!

"Do you come out and make trouble at this time?" Lance subconsciously pressed his left hand to his chest. As if the demonic heart had suddenly come to life, it encouraged him to go on a killing spree.

These are damned people. Look at that poor green goblin, they must have done it, so kill them!

Similar voices came and went in his heart.

......

"Hey, hey. The skinny second-level wizard took a step forward. The rest immediately followed.

They clenched the staffs in their hands, and although they were rudimentary, the numerical advantage still put some pressure on the five wizards in the camp.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Forry Land. The head of the True God Hunting Party. Forriland narrowed his eyes: "You guys not only disturbed the ritual of the true gods, but also killed our scientific researcher, which is really a deserving death." ”

"True God?" Dora's eyes widened, and then she sneered, "It turned out to be a cult." ”

It is well known that none of the mainstream wizards of Ferendor have a faith.

"A true shaman doesn't need to believe in gods, we only believe in our own strength. This is a famous quote left by the first generation of the founder of Ferendor, and it is regarded as a model by most of the younger generations.

And secretly, there are indeed some sects that are operating in secret, but none of them can become the climate. Although their doctrine declares that the gods they believe in are true gods, just as every bad guy has a good face written on his face. Every evil god and even a powerful wizard who deceives himself claims to be a true god.

"Cult? No, no, no. You misunderstood us. We follow in the footsteps of His Highness Pandora, we have faith but not blindly follow it, we study true witchcraft and science. Foreland said.

With his words, a low beast roar suddenly came from inside the bodies of all the high-level apprentices and forbidden demon warriors behind him. They all raised their heads. Suddenly the eyes turned a hollow and cloudy gray!

"It's the Gray-Eyed Cultists!" Dora's expression was heavy: "You damned cultists aren't even dead yet!"

"This lady. I don't like your title. So in a moment you will be the first one among you to try the test. But don't worry, it's a great honor to dedicate yourself to the test of the true God. Forryland licked his lips. The eyes also began to gradually turn gray and black, which looked extremely weird: "Although the second phase of the true god's blood is still under development, the green goblin is the most suitable test product, but after all, the human body test must be carried out." The arrival of a few people also saved us from secretly going to the outskirts of Ferrendor to search for them. ”

"What are you doing?" Landry, clenching his staff, asked, "Turning the Green Elf into that ghost?"

"Oh, so you think you've seen her?" Foreland smirked, "She's just a failure, but I appreciate her qualities, she's tough enough." It's a pity that our true god's blood hasn't been fully developed, otherwise she would be the first to enjoy our work. However, it is understandable that on the road to the true God, there will inevitably be some price to pay. ”

Everyone was silent, and it was obvious that it would be difficult to get good today when they were surrounded by the Gray-Eyed Cultists.

Forriland looked extremely excited—ordinary second-level wizards tended to be dismissive of first-level wizards, but he was different, as if he was eager to prove his strength in front of these people.

"Give up resistance, children, you are all gifted people, so you don't know the pain of mortals. Forriland's tone suddenly softened, "When you can easily write and construct spell runes, have you ever thought that those mortals, no matter how hard they try, they can't become a real wizard - because they have no talent? ”

"This is unfair, His Highness Pandora has mercy on mortals, and has given us the blood of the true god so that we mortals can also lead to eternal life. ”

"As for you, you're just spoiled kids. You have talent, you have talent, but unfortunately you are destined to fall here. ”

With that, he waved his hand slightly, and five Gray-Eyed Cultists walked out quickly.

Dora and the others looked at each other, gritted their teeth and prepared to make a move. It's just that when their eyes are on Lance, they find that he is constantly trembling.

"Cowardly!" Foreland looked at Lance with a sneer, and said disdainfully: "It's a waste to have a talent, but you don't know how to use it!"

Clearly, Lance's actions were a sign of fear in his eyes.

However, from the outside, Lance is indeed not very good-looking. Cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead, his arms were folded around his chest, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were exposed, as if he was frightened.

He was shivering.

"Lance!"

"Lance?"

Dora asked anxiously. Lance didn't hear it, and continued to stand there, motionless.

The other four wizards stood in a line with each other and took a few steps back in tacit understanding. Dora quickly observed the surrounding terrain and prepared to break through.

It's just Lance's performance that worries her.

She shouted again, but Lance ignored it. He stood there as if he was frightened.

The five Grey-Eyed Cultists laughed and surrounded Lance. One of the tall men pulled out a rope. Shaking his head regretfully, he said:

"I didn't expect these natural wizards to be so cowardly, so that we didn't even have a chance to make a move. ”

"This kid is quite good-looking, but it's a pity that he doesn't use it very well. A woman beside him reached out and touched Lance's cheek, but she was stunned and touched a handful of sweat!

"It's disgusting!" the woman frowned.

"Who made you so prodigal? Seeing a little white face, you want to take advantage of it?" the tall man handed over the rope and motioned to tie up Lance: "This kind of garbage is simply a waste of their talent!"

As he spoke, a thick look of jealousy suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and slapped Lance in the face fiercely!

"Smack!"

Lance's head tilted slightly, and a red mark appeared on his face. And the tall man cried out in pain: "Damn, this kid is so thick-skinned, Lao Tzu's hands are swollen!"

"Hurry up and kneel down for Lao Tzu!" the tall man retorted.

The other four Grey-Eyed Cultists gathered around with a smile. Ready to tie up Lance.

"I'll save him!" said Sacra, the barbarian wizard, with a frown.

"No need!" said Valerie, the puppeteer, suddenly playfully, "I think it's better for us to stand back." ”

"Huh?" Dora didn't understand what she meant.

It was at this time. The trembling in Lance's body suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and touched the red marks on his face, his eyes blank.

A sigh rang in everyone's ears.

"I almost ...... I held back......"

"Why are there so many self-feel-good jokes in this world?"

He muttered to himself.

The five Grey-Eyed Cultists looked at Lance inexplicably. The tall man was even more hideous: "You can still talk? I thought you were dumb? Who do you think you are?

With that, he raised his wrist. I'm going to teach Lance another lesson.

Who knew that his wrist hadn't been waved down yet. It was pinned down with a huge force.

"If you don't have much knowledge, you have to read more newspapers. The red mark on Lance's face quickly disappeared, and he said calmly, "If you've read the Ferendor Weekly. You should know who I am......"

In the next second, a crisp sound came from the tall man's wrist. His face immediately flushed, and a beastly cry of pain came from his throat.

Everyone looked at it and couldn't help but gasp!

I saw Lance's five fingers grasp the tall man's wrist, go up his forearm, and then exert force violently.

He actually broke the tall man's forearm!

Terrifying white bones mixed with cloudy blood were exposed to the air. The tall man's screams hadn't finished yet, but Forestland's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't help shouting, "Be careful!"

Before the rest of the Grey-Eyed cultists could react, they pounced on them with murderous vigour.

Lance let go of the tall man's arm, and in the next second, the force field on his side began to twist wildly!

The terrifying magic power leaned out of Lance's body, and the intensity of the spell factor was almost ten times more than that of the outside world!

Dora and the others watched this scene in shock-

Under the sudden distortion of Bileg's spinning force field, the five Gray-Eyed Cultists didn't have time to dodge at all, and in the midst of a burst of exclamations, their bodies collided together, and a group of people flipped on their backs.

Lance calmly spread out his right hand, then flipped it over.

The force field on his side immediately began to transform!

The distorted force field constructed by Bileg's rotating force field was immediately transformed into a translucent flying knife with a sharp handle through the transformation of the spell system!

Thorn!

The sound of continuous tearing of clothes sounded, and the five Gray-Eyed Cultists surrounding Lance were immediately thrust into a sieve by hundreds of Bileg throwing knives!

They cried out in pain, and under Lance's deliberate control, they did not die immediately, but lost all mobility and could only crawl on the ground.

They were covered with wounds more than a foot long, and red blood stained their clothes. They crawled frantically, trying to get away from Lance with terrified faces. In their opinion, this guy is simply a demon!

......

"This guy ......" Landry gritted his teeth, a little surprised, "This kind of spell strength, is it still a first-level wizard?"

"Stand back. Lance waved his hand, ignoring the five Grey-Eyed cultists on the ground, and strode towards the outside of the camp.

"We're here to help you!" shouted Dora.

"No, I don't. Lance's tone was still calm, but with a touch of chilling: "Don't get too close to me." ”

"I'm afraid I'll accidentally kill you. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the monthly ticket voted by Haolei, a book friend! There is another ...... after midnight If there are no surprises...... Well, there should be no surprises......