The Rise of the Cemetery

Looking at the unusual thing in his hand, Li Xun suddenly thought of a legendary special flame——Leng Yan.

It is said that this kind of cold flame can only be summoned by those talented fire masters, and it ranks in the forefront of several special flames with its excellent defense-breaking ability.

Did he inadvertently create a cold flame in the flame mutation just now?

The turmoil in his mind immediately caused the frozen fireball in his hand to shake violently, and there was a crackling sound on the surface of the ice ball.

No, it's about to get out of hand.

Li Xun couldn't even scream in his heart, he pulled and pushed with both hands, and threw the magical frozen fireball that was about to erupt like an ice skate.

With a muffled sound, the energy barrier jointly supported by the arcane tower and the demiplane in front of him was cut straight into a smooth breach, and the ice blade flew out of the energy barrier without hindrance. The structure disintegrated and exploded into frost and fire.

Li Xun didn't know how to describe the scene in front of him. It has been almost 3 years since he came into contact with spells, and this is the first time he has seen frozen flames and burning ice flowers. This abnormal phenomenon that subverted his previous cognition made his scalp tingle.

However, the cutting and breaking of the energy protection by this special cold flame is as terrifying as the legends. The energy barrier in front of him was not smashed as a whole, but was directly pierced.

If you can use this kind of cold flame to attack the enemy in the future, it will definitely surprise those who think they are well protected.

But thinking of the preparation process he went through to create this cold flame just now, Li Xun felt cold again. That was a quarter of an hour of preparation!

But fortunately, before the cold flame ball disintegrated, he had already recorded its core spell structure through a complete scan of the panorama. If he could spend more time studying the deduction, there is still a great possibility to create a new type of spell. If luck is a little bit better, if this kind of spell structure has never been discovered by others, it means that Li Xun has a unique and exclusive spell of his own.

The breach in the energy barrier gradually closed and disappeared in a burst of radiance. When Li Xun turned around triumphantly, he found that the iron-headed man possessed by Issa was standing behind him at some time.

"Congratulations, master! From this moment on, you are a qualified arcane apprentice." The iron head man bowed respectfully and said seriously, this is the first time he has truly recognized Li Xun, the new student. Owner.

"Arcane apprentice?" Li Xun murmured to himself suspiciously.

Could it be that what I did just now secretly conformed to certain traditions of the Arcane Empire?

Before Li Xun caught Isa and asked him in detail, a wave of fluctuations from the soul system caused his expression to change abruptly.

Something happened to little Jack!

...

Head very dizzy.

The part of the back of his head hit by the sword hilt was so numb that he couldn't feel anything, only the dizziness wrapped around him, making him feel dizzy and not knowing where he was.

With a strong effort, Jack gathered all his energy and silently called out to his teacher in his heart.

At some point in time, the image of that young, handsome and elegant mentor had been deeply engraved in his heart. Whenever he encountered unavoidable sorrow, Jack would silently pray to his mentor in his heart, and every time he could feel a warm spiritual force soothing his body and mind.

Although mages are not suitable for having faith, and even reject faith in many cases, Jack still believes in his mentor without hesitation. Because he will never forget that during the most miserable and helpless days of disaster, a great mage stretched out his friendly and warm hands to him.

The narrow and dark attic of the wooden house, the dim stars, the vicious bandits, and the warm eyes that passed into his heart through the wooden windows... Of course, the most unforgettable thing for him is flying freely under the embrace of his mentor The freedom and arrogance of the starry sky.

It was the first time in his life that he came into contact with extraordinary power, and it really made people intoxicated and fascinated as described in the book!

Perhaps the prayer had worked, and Jack felt a little bit of strength gradually in his body, and then he had the energy to start sensing the movement around him.

This is a one-person tent with a very small space. Lying alone on a piece of felt cloth takes up most of the space inside. The wound on the back of the head had stopped bleeding, but obviously it hadn't received any medical treatment, and it was sticky with the felt cloth under his body, making it difficult to turn his head. There was pain everywhere on his body, as if he had been beaten severely by someone.

Judging by the white light penetrating through the thin tent, it was still daytime. Various vague noises could be heard not far from the tent, as if there were many people moving around.

It was as if something like a walnut had been stuffed into his mouth, and his squeezed tongue was a little numb. Both wrists were tightly bound, and even a slight movement could feel the sharp pain of countless thorns piercing into the fingers.

Jack barely supported his head and looked at his wrists. Sure enough, a pair of specially-made leather gloves were being put on his hands, with silvery light shining on them, covered with countless fine needles.

Jack, who had read many books, instantly understood what it was.

This is the special lock that specifically traps the caster!

With the gradual recovery of mental strength, all the previous encounters were slowly replayed in his mind, Jack couldn't help feeling sad, and tears finally flowed out of his eyes.

all dead! The group of mercenaries who had been with him for more than ten days were all dead.

Thinking of Captain Troon rushing towards the gorgeous fire dragon wielding a big sword, and thinking of Old John's body being torn apart by the bursting fireball, Jack's throat gurgled, but he could only let out a dull howl. He couldn't forget the resentment and helplessness that came from the bottom of his heart when Lanxie dragged him to run wildly in the jungle.

The enemy obviously came prepared, not only with a large number of people, but also far superior to their small mercenary team. What's even worse is that the enemy has ambushed them on the way they must pass.

The dense crossbow arrows that pierced the sky, and the bursting fireball that smashed into the middle of the team with its black tail flame, just a few fingers, reduced the Bobcat mercenary team by half. If it wasn't for the burly and rough-looking Radon shield guard who covered Jack, he, who was the center of the enemy's attack, would have been seriously injured and fell to the ground at the beginning of the battle.

When they found the figure of a high-level mage in the enemy's team, Tren, who was hit by many crossbow arrows and half of his body was burned, brandished a big sword and launched a fatal charge, and none of the remaining teammates escaped. Yes, shouting and chasing after the captain.

If it wasn't for the enthusiastic and impulsive Lanxi who was only a few years older than him, holding back tears and dragging Jack into the shadow of the jungle, I'm afraid Jack couldn't help but charge against the enemy. As a mage, although he has his own reserve and arrogance, he doesn't want to get too close to the mortals of the Lynx mercenary team, but from the bottom of his heart, he still likes the warmth and warmth of a family in the mercenary team. concern.

So when he stumbled and ran all the way, turning around and seeing the familiar figures shot down by the crossbow arrows, the tears in his eyes couldn't help rolling down. The cold wind blowing on his face hurt like a knife, but Jack's heart was as hot as falling into a frying pan.

Although most of the enemies were masked with black scarves, the unified standard equipment and large quantities of military crossbow bolts still exposed their identities. They were the private army of a certain nobleman or simply the city guard of a certain city. However, with the appearance of the high-level mage in their team, this raid became more confusing.

High-ranking mages rarely join mortal hunting groups, let alone ambush another official mage for some trivial money, so today's ambush is obviously a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Jack or the mentor behind him.

The hellfire that Jack summoned and left behind was trapped by the high-level mage with the swamp spell and turned into stone somewhere before it could show its power. This made him more and more sure that the enemy came prepared.

The vast snowfield looks vast and boundless, but there is no way for them to escape.

They were overtaken by the enemy within half a mile. A ranger and a level 2 mage, without the protection of a meat shield, it is almost difficult to compete with a regular warrior in full armor. Unwilling to be caught without a fight, the two killed many heavily armed soldiers one after another, but they were finally overthrown by each other.

The battle at that time was too hasty, and Jack didn't have time to stop and think. Now he was a prisoner, but he was able to calm down and start thinking about what he had experienced today.

The enemy is coming towards him, but the target may not be on him, but...

With the sound of footsteps, the tent door opened, and a tall and deep figure came in.

Jack barely supported his swollen right eye, and tried his best to distinguish the face of the visitor. His left eye was covered with blood, and he couldn't see at all.

The person who came was the high-level mage in the ambusher team. Although he didn't wear any identifiable mage's logo, just an extremely simple noble robe, but the magical aura that stirred around him couldn't be concealed.

I don't know.

This made Jack more and more convinced of his guess.

The two casters who were lying down and standing were staring at each other indifferently.

After a long time, the visitor reached out and took out the boulder from Jack's mouth, and finally spoke.

"Are you Jack? Underwood?" The accent of the visitor had obvious aristocratic emphasis, and the unnecessary fancy tongue made Jack sound very labored. However, there are quite a few such noble mages in the Three Kingdoms of mages.

"Your Excellency is a mage, but you do something like a bandit, don't you think it's against your pride?" Little Jack asked sharply, his face flushed. Although he has been nurtured by a mage for more than a year, he can no longer calmly show the mage's elegance and calmness in the face of the murderer who killed his companion.

"Jie Jie, little guy, next time you look for a mentor, you have to keep your eyes open. Don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame, you can only blame you for not finding a good mentor!"

"Hmph, my mentor is in the city of Oneiros. If you really have the guts, why don't you dare to go to him directly, and instead run here for a surprise attack? A dignified high-ranking mage even took the initiative to lead a team to attack another mage, Your Excellency His majestic talents and strategies are really admirable..." Since the opponent didn't even dare to show the mage's badge, and the attack was so ruthless at the beginning of the ambushes, it can be seen that the opponent has no intention of leaving any life alive.

Lanxi, who was captured at the same time as herself, is probably in danger. The reason why I can live until now is probably because the other party still wants to torture something from my mouth.

Knowing this, Little Jack not only didn't have the slightest bit of fear, but looked at the appearance of this high-ranking mage more carefully. He firmly believed that his mentor would avenge himself!