Shaking the World

The mercenaries who were still standing at the moment took a breath in unison.

What was that just now?

Is that intermediate lightning magic?

Why is there no sign before the magic is released?

No, there is an omen, that is the muffled thunder, and then what?

Then a dozen thunderbolts struck down!

Of course, we can regard the muffled thunder as the precursor of the Naga launching the lightning strike, but the precursor of the thunder strike is not like this, or it should be said that the thunder magician's movement and condensed magic are not like this.

Every system of magic has its advantages and disadvantages, and the thunder magic is no exception.

The speed of thunder magic is very fast when it is released, it is almost difficult for people to avoid it, but it is also the most exaggerated in the process of casting magic. It not only has dazzling electric light, but also crackling sound when the arcs are entangled with each other , that voice seemed to be reminding its opponent: Have you seen me?I'm coming!

This is a 'common problem' of almost all thunder magic.

But what about that very weird-looking boy, the precursor to his magic?What about the ostentatious sound and light effects?Why did you just hit a dull thunder and then directly drop the lightning!

Moreover, it was not one or two, nor three or four, but more than a dozen!

To be more specific, the mercenaries didn't see clearly, because they were attracted by the thunder, and when they looked up, the lightning had already landed, and the speed was so fast that they had no time to mobilize their fighting spirit to protect themselves.

And the lightning came and went quickly, and when their gorgeous figures had just left reflections on the irises of the mercenaries' eyes, they had already dissipated in the air, leaving only a dozen or so bodies scorched black and in pain. The howling mercenaries, and even a few of them were already furious!

Those mercenaries who were not hit by the lightning looked at the purple-haired boy in horror. They could no longer tell what level of magician this boy was.

Isn't Thunderbolt defined as a magic that damages a single target?

It is said that magicians are the fort-type professions that are best at group battles, but a single lightning strike has reduced their staff by one-third. Isn't this group's combat ability too fucking abnormal?

Where did this monster come from?

After the shock, the mercenaries hastily released their grudges, and with the protection of their grudges, they felt more at ease.

Sid's expression was not good at this time. In fact, he was taken care of by the lightning strike just now, but as a high-level warrior, his reaction was much faster than those of his subordinates. It spread out like a conditioned reflex, offsetting the lightning strike!

However, Sid still felt a tingling sensation coming from his body, which meant that the thunder strike just now was not completely defended by his fighting spirit, and the residual power still passed through his fighting spirit and landed on him!

The power of this lightning strike technique was unexpectedly powerful!

Sid glanced at the members of the mercenary regiment who were emitting grudges. These subordinates with grudges were generally only at the fifth level. Even if they resisted with all their strength, they might not be able to withstand two lightning strikes.

This is not alarmist talk, but the result of his judgment after personal experience, and referring to the speed of the thunder just now, it is even more impossible to avoid it.

But Sid didn't say these words, firstly, he didn't want to continue to hurt their morale, and secondly, he didn't care about the life and death of these subordinates. After getting the mutated shadow tiger, he still had bigger conspiracy.

But now, he must pay attention to this young magician.

He turned his head and winked at Yasobi who was lucky enough not to be taken care of by Thunder.

Yasobi understood, and changed a few movements with his hands behind his back, conveying a few instructions to the soldiers behind him.

Sid looked directly at Naga, and snorted heavily. Under the effect of fighting spirit, this cold snort was spread far away, and the sound was so loud that it was almost deafening.

"It seems that you guys are not here to negotiate, and you don't intend to hand over that Shadow Tiger, are you?"

Naga straightened his clothes, and responded: "Negotiation by force is actually a form of negotiation, but this boy is really not interested in talking any more. You'd better return our little Kemi unscathed, otherwise , this mercenary group of wolves and dogs, this young man trampled it down."

Sid sneered, and said lightly: "Young man, I admit that you have some strength. When I was your age, I might not even be able to catch a single elementary magic of yours, but now you are facing As a high-level fighter, do you think you can crush my mad wolf mercenary group?"

While he was speaking, the few mercenaries behind him began to slowly move their positions, and the few standing in front slowly moved closer, blocking behind the companions who were running their battle qi at full strength.

Naga sighed helplessly, and said distressedly: "Look, it's back to the boring conversation, the head of the mad wolf, did the boy's magic just frighten you? You are strong, then you Come and kill us yourself, don’t waste so many words to cover your subordinates, this boy is a magician, please respect my profession, please? Don’t make small moves in front of this boy, so this boy will It's embarrassing, okay, this boy even has to think about whether it's 'not seeing' your little actions."

Hearing Naga's words, the two mercenaries who were accumulating energy suddenly stagnated, and their faces turned red. They didn't know whether they were blushing with excessive force, or because they were exposed to shame.

Naga smiled slightly, glanced at the group of mercenaries contemptuously, and said indifferently: "A group of fifth-rank miscellaneous fish, since your regiment leader wants you to die first, then you can take it casually, and deal with you. The boy doesn't even bother to use protective magic."

The faces of the members of the Dire Wolf regiment all changed. Some couldn't help but want to make a move, but more people still showed fear in their eyes. After all, the opponent's magic attack was too terrifying, even if the opponent was undefended. They talked with their regiment leader there, and they didn't dare to attack easily.

"Well said!" Sid clapped his hands lightly, and said, "Young people are very courageous, I'm curious, can you still chant magic spells when you speak?"

While Sid was speaking, two figures suddenly jumped out from behind him. They were the two mercenaries who were ready to go. Judging from their movements, it seemed that they were not affected by Naga's words at all.

With a distance of 50 meters, at the full speed of a fifth-order warrior, it would not take a single breath at all.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already crossed a distance of more than 30 meters. At this time, Naga still had a smile on his face, and he had no intention of chanting the mantra at all, and it was obviously too late to chant the mantra now. Even the fastest protective magic had no time to cast it.

The two mercenaries suddenly felt relieved, no matter how strong a person is, they all have weaknesses, and the weakness of this young man in front of him is arrogance!

Being approached by two fifth-tier mercenaries, even a high-level magician, will definitely not bring you any benefits!

Sinister smiles had already appeared on the faces of the two mercenaries. Today, they were going to teach this young magician a good lesson.

And at this moment, a figure exuding a strong red light appeared on their only way, blocking their way.

The two were slightly startled. With Naga's lessons learned, they had to pay attention to every enemy, even if the opponent was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

But when they noticed the fluctuating fighting spirit of the other party, they felt relieved again, and they were even a little annoyed. How dare the scum of the third rank come to join in the fun?

One of the mercenaries threw a punch and shouted, "Little brat, get lost!"