Forty-One Wins and Losses

It was still that high above the magic tower that seemed to despise all beings in the world. A magic apprentice was whispering to his friend. His voice was not loud, and he rustled in the empty magic tower.

"Is the great magician crazy... I heard that he is often exposed to some strange things in the mortal empire... Even the time for meditation has been reduced." Leaning on his companion's ear, he started talking about what he heard recently. strange things.

This magic tower is the royal magic tower of Archmage Frenzberg, and everything in it belongs to him alone. Here he is the uncrowned king, so he can do whatever he wants here.

However, a powerful magician needs the support of meditation practice. If he is addicted to other things and forgets to improve himself, he is likely to be surpassed by other magicians and lose his status.

In the recent period of time, the Great Magician of Frenzberg seems to be a little too unprofessional. He frequently engages in strange things, even to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep.

For those oddities from the mortal empire, he even gave his apprentices a lot less time to teach. Therefore, most of the magic apprentices began to be dissatisfied with Frenzberg, after all, they did not want to waste time and wasting their precious lives here.

"Shh! Don't mention it! I heard that yesterday the special envoy of the Arlantean Empire sent a strange iron tube... Two senior brothers went to persuade them and were fired by the teacher..." Another young apprentice said this When it happened, there was panic on his face.

He still had a vivid picture of the two apprentices being kicked out of the magic tower that day, which was really a terrifying thing.

If you can't learn anything, you can mix some basic magic skills back. If you are fired, it will be a big problem. Although you can also transfer to other great magicians, under normal circumstances, this kind of "second entry" People from the Palace" are not as popular as the authors of Erjin Palace.

"Don't tell me, after seeing that iron lump, the Archmage kept himself locked in the room, and didn't eat breakfast today... If this goes on, Archmage Franzberg will throw away his current Status." The apprentice who spoke first shook his head and sighed.

Another person nodded, agreeing with his statement: "Isn't it, crazy, it seems that our magic tower will change its owner sooner or later! What will we do then?"

"I don't know what I'm doing. I heard that I blew up my windows yesterday. I haven't repaired it yet."

"Don't say it, don't say it, the whole room is full of things from the mortal empire, and everyone is sluggish..."

Just as the two of them were leaning against the corner and talking, the door of the mage tower was roughly pushed open from the outside. A plump and bearded magician walked into the magic tower with his chin held high, and all the magic apprentices who were practicing and cleaning were startled.

"The Great Magician of Leyson...why is he here? I heard that he doesn't deal with the teacher very well, and has always been the mortal enemy in the Magic Council..." An apprentice who knew the visitor's face changed greatly, looking at the big man who walked in. The magician was so frightened that his calf trembled.

Hearing his words, other people's expressions also changed, and some people even stepped back subconsciously. They knew that today's incident was no joke.

Breaking into the magic towers of other great magicians without an invitation has always been regarded as rude to challenge the other party. Looking at today's posture, the Great Magician Leysin who came to look for something is obviously prepared. He hasn't meditated much recently, and the Great Magician of Frenzberg, who has not accumulated a lot of magical aura, must eat it this time. Not a small loss.

Behind the Great Magician of Leysin, there were also several of Leysin's magic apprentices, who were wearing gorgeous white robes. At first glance, it is the most popular students under Leyson.

This time they came aggressively, and they definitely came prepared.

"It's not good! It's not good!" A magic apprentice in the mage tower was so scared that he ran up the revolving steps and shouted loudly, wanting to give the magic apprentices on the stairs and his own teacher.

Leyson didn't care about this at all. He was prepared for everything today, and he was ready to kill Frenzberg when he was at his weakest.

He followed the magic apprentices who ran up the spiral staircase, and walked up the steps unhurriedly, brewing a contest between the two in his heart for a while: his magical aura reserve was twice that of the other, and the two The level of magic is about the same - the duel will be a one-sided situation at that time.

The more he thought about it, the happier Leyson felt, as if he had seen the smug expression on Frenzberg's body. Two people have been fighting openly and secretly in the Magic Council for so long, isn't it just to wait for today's opportunity to have a showdown?

Originally, he thought that he was fifteen years younger than Frenzberg, and when he was older, he would eventually reveal some flaws because of his lack of physical strength. But he never imagined that the opportunity would come so quickly.

In the room, Franzberg, who heard the noise outside, still stared at the huge iron lump in front of him. This cannon was sent by the Arland Empire, and because it was claimed to be a new invention of Alan Hill, it was intercepted by Frenzberg for "study for a few days".

Touching the cold and heavy iron wall with his hand, feeling this heavy and stocky feeling without breath and rhythm, Frenzberg felt that a door was slowly opened in front of him.

He has always been in pursuit of breaking through his own limits, but he always felt that there was an insurmountable wall in front of him, but now, that wall seems to be fragile, at least, he feels that he is no longer the self of yesterday.

The windows were shattered and shattered by shells. There was only a wretched window frame, hanging crookedly on a fold, looking comical and dilapidated. A cold wind blew into the room, waving slightly with Franzberg's white beard.

"This is really an exciting creation..." He said something in his mouth, and spoke highly of the thing in front of him: "Ailan Hill... Are you my last answer? Interesting! Interesting!"

"Unexpectedly! What I've been pursuing all my life is not in the west, but in the mortal kingdom in the east... Those ants... No, I can't call them ants now, they are not ants, they are worth paying attention to... of... ...mortals!" he muttered, with a smile on his face, ignoring the clamor that was getting closer and closer.

"I knew that compared to the surge of magic, wisdom is the most precious wealth of human beings! If I could see these things thirty years ago, it would be great." His hand stopped at the casting door On the muzzle of the gun, stroking the smooth surface above.

"Bang!" His door was pushed open from the outside, and apprentice William, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, fell backwards into the room and rolled to Frenzberg's feet. Almost at the same time, a rude voice sounded, which made Franzberg very disgusted: "Hahahaha! Franzberg! I didn't expect you to have today."

"Yeah! I never thought I would be able to have today." Frenzberg nodded subconsciously, still reminiscing about the insights that all these mortals brought him.

"I'm Laysin! Today I'm here to challenge you!" The Great Magician Laysin raised his hands, and both palms were filled with fiery fireballs, which set off his bearded face which was particularly eerie.

Apprentice William wanted to struggle to stand up, but because the magic breath that had been beaten inside his body pulled his internal organs, he fell back to the fallen position, unable to even speak.

Frenzberg looked at the two fireball spells on Leyson's palm, nodded and praised: "It's really hard work to be able to chant two fireball spells at the same time."

"Since you have praised it, then please, go to hell!" The smug look on Leyson's face was even stronger, and his voice was already sharp, and he shouted loudly: "Double Fire Ball Technique!"

"Huh!" Of course, Frenzberg didn't intend to sit still. The air around him began to condense and condense, curling over his left hand, while his right hand grabbed a handful of shotgun grit from the box next to the iron cannon and placed it on the in front of the left hand.

With a confident smile on his face, it seems that the Great Magician of Leysin, whose magical aura is clearly visible, is not a threat to him at all.

Then, in the next second, the wind magic exploded in the palm of his left hand, and the compressed air was finally overwhelmed and heated up. And around the palm of his left hand, the air compressed by the wind magic formed an invisible cannon bore. The flame surged and expanded in this transparent barrel, instantly pushing out the iron sand on the palm of Frenzberg's right hand.

It seemed like a tiger squatting gun was shooting at close range, and the steel sand formed a bloody wind in front of Frenzberg. Those particles that flew out like steel needles were accelerated by the explosion to a state like a sharp blade, cutting it. Get rid of everything that gets in your way.

In just an instant, a super large shotgun fired at close range, and Leyson, who was the target, and several of his apprentices, thoroughly experienced what it means to "fire at once".

Before they could see what they were facing, the steel sand rushed into their flesh. Broken their meridians cut their blood vessels, embedded in their spleen and stomach, and left in their eyeballs.

The two fireballs were blown out of shape by the passing steel grit halfway through, and were extinguished before hitting Franzberg.