On this day, the sky in Royo City was burning.

Even far away, citizens can see the storm of fire raging in the air.

In the burning sky, a god-like figure stood, the golden robe master Abraham Malite.

At this moment, countless citizens knelt devoutly at Malite, and faced this powerful figure who seemed like a god, they only had awe in their hearts.

They did not know that the gods they worshiped were about to bring them a disaster of destruction.

In the middle of the flames, the black warrior was holding a sword, as if he had no idea what he was facing.

Malite's maintenance has reached its limit.

At this moment, everything that destroyed was burning in my heart.

"Boran!" he roared wildly.

The breath of flames sent this turbid sound to every corner of the city, and the sound echoed.

"!" Malite yelled.

Fire spell, lava hell.

The dancing flames suddenly rose from the ground, forming countless pillars of fire soaring into the sky, as if the flames in the center of the earth rushed out of the surface and came to the human world to roar wildly.

The ubiquitous flames spewed out a fanatical impact, turning the space of hundreds of meters into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

Within this range, all shops were burned and the ground was cracked. Even the tall and magnificent city lord's mansion was shaking in the squirting of underground flames. Test text watermark 6.

The rising flames were so fierce that these buildings were even washed into the sky first and then fell down after they were washed into ashes in the air.

There were people who had not had time to escape everywhere, and the tragic whine sounded one after another, playing a symphony of sarcastic roar.

This is the most lethal spell among the fire-type spells.

What it brings is a disaster of destruction.

And in the center of this lava hell, the black warrior still stood firm, motionless.

The cold aura of darkness condensed around him again. Dark Frost stubbornly protected his master and prevented him from being hurt at all. However, in the face of the terrifying power of the lava hell, even the dark frost formed by double spells seemed to be unable to support it.

A powerful Dou Qi light flashed on the black warrior, and the Dou Qi energy released outside formed a protective layer that was more powerful than a magic shield. Combined with the power of dark frost, it blocked the lava hell from the energy barrier.

The black warrior didn't move, his deep concave eye sockets staring at Malite.

"Hahahaha!" Malite laughed at the sky: "I know the lava hell cannot solve you, but you have already taken out all your strength, right? Shouldn't the warrior's fighting method be a snatch? With the fighting spirit, this is the stupidest act I have ever seen! Accept the judgment of fate!"

With a move toward the sky with your left hand, the fire-type seventh level spell, and the fire of the Pure World is activated. Test text watermark 4.

With the Black Warrior as the center, the air around him fluctuated slightly, and large patches of red bubbles quietly formed, like boiling water, ripples in the air. These red bubbles appeared one by one, and then quickly exploded, forming a red existence like a magma stream, turning the entire space into a magma stream.

This is the legendary karma fire that can purify all karma fire with the purest power of fire element, and its power can even burn air and masonry.

If the lava hell is violent and violent, then the karma fire of the pure world is soft and can erode the bones and disperse the soul.

When these two spells are combined, the limit is the place where the caster's eyes go, and each flame will sprinkle all the surrounding space. The scene of the dancing flames rising like a vertical artificial fountain, erupting from the ground like a volcano erupting, rushing into the sky, then slowly falling, spreading outwards. If you look down from the air, it seems like a huge red lotus rising slowly.

When this red lotus disappears, all existences except the caster itself will be erased. Test text watermark 7.

Under this kind of flame attack that can melt everything, even if it atomizes into a phantom, the black warrior is equally impossible to survive.

The sky of Royo City became hot and simmering.

The energy of the fighting energy in the black warrior's body began to weaken, and the dark frost just generated and then melted.

It seems that he can no longer hold on.

What is enough for ten minutes? Mobile station: 1c supports literature, support 1!

Kevin Beals didn't know.

Perhaps enough for a magician to issue multiple powerful magic spells that destroy the world in succession.

Perhaps enough for a warrior to kill dozens of people during this time.

It's enough to have a good meal and a deck of cards.

Maybe it's not enough to have sex.

And today, he will rush from one area of ​​the city to another in these ten minutes.

Only ten minutes.

From the city lord's mansion to the civilian area, the distance is not far away or close.

The fastest way to get there is to go straight through the central garden of the city, jump across the Feiyin River, then pass through the magic tung forest, and then enter the civilian area.

Sky warriors Kevin Beals and Garrick Inston, led a large number of warriors to run wildly at the speed of arrows, causing chaos after chaos on the streets of Royo City. Test text watermark 5.

The fiery red armor and the silver armor are like two brightly colored whirlwinds, bursting out with unparalleled impact.

The warrior behind followed closely.

From this rapid rush, it is obvious that the gap and ability characteristics of each person can be seen.

Kevin Beals himself took the lead. He is known for his shadow attack technique. In terms of speed, he can be said to be the crown of all Sky Warriors.

A hundred meters away from behind him, Garrick Inston rushed to chase him.

A little further away, there are the students of Breeze Aliron and Danny; Gene Kevin Beals.

The high-speed running pulled a large group of people into a long, long line, like a train that was out of the way, not coherent with each other, but continued to run as usual. The further back, the greater the distance.

The end was the fifth-level water mage Gary; Beaves, as a mage, did not have the qualities of running at high speed with his strong body like a samurai. He also did not know how to transform the magic he was good at. He could only rely on a water-based auxiliary spell "Water Ethereal" to reduce weight and barely keep up with the team, but wherever he looked, his companions were getting farther and farther away.

Beers had entered the central garden and was running wildly ahead.

Gary; Beaves had just left the street and was passing a garbage dump. Test text watermark 7.

This disappointed Beaves a little.

If this continues, it is very likely that Shuyi has been dismembered by Beers before he can reach the place.

In fact, Beaves did not hate him as much as he did. The relationship between a magician and an apprentice was far less than that between a warrior.

Warriors collect disciples, which is the real teaching of skills.

The magician accepts apprentices for at least half of the reason for the need for slaves.

Magicians with noble identities are always picky about life. However, using ordinary servants cannot meet their needs. You should know that magic is endless. During the time when the magician is studying magic, any small arrangement may have his profound intention. A servant who does not understand magic at all may mess up the magic circle that the mage has just worked hard to set up, or throw away a magic prop that looks inconspicuous, or even use the parchment scroll that records the magic scroll as toilet paper to wipe it.

Even if it is taught, it is difficult to teach many things. Magicians cannot tell the servants what is useful or what is useless, because it is very likely that what is useful today will become useless tomorrow, and magicians cannot always stare at the servants and do things.

Therefore, the best way to recruit a few apprentices to work for themselves is to recruit a few apprentices.

Almost every magician's apprenticeship starts with doing odd jobs. Test text watermark 1.

Liebogel is not a generous magician, and his temper is not good. Biweis suffered a lot during the days of learning spells with Bogel. Even though he is already a level 5 magician, he still has to obey his orders when facing his teacher.

This is the most basic way to respect teachers and respect the truth.

For Vis, Bogle's death is not bad news. The real bad news is that the memory gem rings he had been coveting fell on Xiuyi's hands.

In fact, those three water-based spell rings, in Biweis's view, fell into the hands of a person who did not have water-based spells, and he was extremely angry because of this.

He only hopes that in his group, since he is the only one wizard and he is a student of Bogle, when Kevin Beals kills Xiuyi, he can consider his legitimate power to inherit the teacher's legitimate inheritance.

However, considering Kevin Beals's character, Beavis believes that there is little hope.

This made him a little anxious.

"Damn it, Seoiglair, your arrogance is better to have some capital, at least you have to hold on until I come." Beaves cursed.

"Maybe there is no need for that." The sudden voice took Beves's self-talk.

As the sound sounded, a little cold light appeared in the void, and a gorgeous flower of death appeared, towards Beavis. Test text watermark 1.

"Ao!" Biweis screamed strangely, and his body swelled backwards. Although he was a mage, his reaction was extremely rapid at this moment.

He stopped quickly, leaned back, and the flying light brushed across the tip of his nose, and the howling sound of death.

If he missed a blow, the cold light hit the ground behind Bivis, but cut off his white finger bones.

"The Necromancer?" The cold air bursts out in Beaves' heart.

At the end of the line of sight, a dark black smoke rose.

The thick smoke surrounds, and an old man holding a bone staff of the undead and wearing a black cloak walked out slowly.

The cold breath of death was shrouded in his body, which was a portrayal of the undead wizards' signature. At any time, anywhere, they looked so dark and so difficult to societe.

Under the cover of the black hood, Biweis could not see the other person's face clearly, but from the concentration of the undead smoke, Biweis could vaguely feel that the other person's strength was no less than him.

The ghostly mist surrounding the surround is the embodiment of the magic power of the necromancer. Although it cannot be captured and used at will like Malite, it also has a unique erosion effect and is an obvious special feature that every necromancer must have.

With his right hand holding the bone staff in front of him, the old necromancer bowed slightly to Biweis: "Eagle Ashlin, say hello to Gary; Master Biweis. Test the text watermark 7."

Eagle Ashlin Beaves's eyes shrank into a stagnant vastness.

Of course he had heard of this name, this old thing was a criminal that the Holy Spirit Church had been wanted for many years but never caught.

"After the destruction of Spark Prison, someone checked the scene and confirmed that there was at least one necromancer under Shuiglare. At that time, someone suggested that it was very likely that the wanted necromancer Iglare was hidden in the Villas Mountains. I didn't expect this to be true. So, Shuiglare did join forces with the Wild Wolves Group?"

"Kevin Beals." Eagle replied lightly.
To be continued...