Casting spells

How about, would you like to join me and let's have some fun together? "

After all, Zhang Cheng stretched out his right hand, and a madness that could not be described in words appeared on his slightly pale face.

Although his mind is very clear and calm at the moment, he is very clear that he has just crossed a certain boundary, a dangerous boundary...

Chapter 448 Death of Akram Gris

In the private chambers of the Lord of the East Tower of the Arcane Brotherhood, Deltager Zelund is carefully enchanting a crossbow bolt.

His movements are so gentle, he is afraid that he will accidentally damage the hundreds of dense and exquisite patterns on it.

This crossbow attached with more than eight powerful spells is the "kiss of death" he carefully prepared for Akram Gris, which is enough to break most of the protective spells in an instant, and insert the arrow smeared with poison into the in the opponent's body.

No one knew better than him that the founder of the Arcane Brotherhood was careful and prudent, so there was only one chance. Once the assassination failed, it would mean catastrophe for all participants.

The moment Deltager Zelund finished chanting the spell and blessed the last spell, the closed door was suddenly pushed open.

I saw a man in a blue robe shouting in an excited tone: "Come out! He's come out! What are we going to do now? Do you want to do it now?"

"Come out?! Akram Gris left the private room in the central spire?" Deltager Zelund trembled slightly, and his eyes shot out a strange light.

"That's right! He looks very tired, and he probably hasn't had a good rest for a long time. Maybe..." A fierce and distorted expression appeared on the man's nervous face.

"Notify all! Do it now! Remember! Do not let him escape outside! Crenshinibon has the terrible power to convert sunlight into energy! Once standing in the sun, it is almost invincible." Del Tagle made a quick decision.

Initiating a rebellion from the bottom up has always been a point of no return, so he can only succeed and not fail, otherwise he will face the continuous pursuit and killing of the entire Arcane Brotherhood.

"understand!"

……

At the same time, in the public area of ​​the central tower, Akram Gris, who had just finished satisfying his physical needs, was dragging his old and tired body towards the stairs.

Right now, the Shard of Magic Crystal was tightly held in his palm, and he was full of thoughts about how he should use to extend his life.

Is it a lich transformed into an undead form?

Or occupy the body of a long-lived race through other powerful spells, such as elves, elemental creatures, and dragons?

You must know that the most important reason why the magic crystal shard is regarded as an artifact by many evil camp casters is that it can use the energy converted from absorbing sunlight to create spells for the holder. When it is full of energy, it can continuously create sixteen terrifying The nine-ring spell.

What do the sixteen nine-ring spells mean?

It means that from the bottomless abyss, the hometown of demons, sixteen terrible Balor demons like Ertu can be summoned!

It means that powerful spells such as Time Stop, Imprisonment, Pop Explosion, Banshee's Howl can be cast sixteen times!

In fact, Akar Kessell, the previous owner of the Crystal Shard, didn't even use one percent of the artifact's power, otherwise Ten Towns would have already become dust in history.

But Akram Gris is different. He is a powerful mage himself, proficient in many advanced magics, so he naturally used the power of the magic crystal shard to perfect several spells that he could not master before.

Now life extension is no longer an issue, the question is which way to choose.

Which way can he really get through the dangerous period as quickly as possible and bring the chaotic tower back under control?

Just when the old mage was immersed in the troubles of happiness, he didn't notice that his most trusted assistant had quietly come behind him, and he raised the dagger with a cold light and stabbed it down fiercely.

boom!

There was no accident, before the sharp blade touched the skin full of wrinkles and age spots, the triggering protection spell was activated instantly.

All of a sudden, protective spells such as Stone Skin, Mage Armor, Protection from Elemental Damage, and Spell Nullification Barrier quickly appeared one after another, and the dazzling magic aura illuminated the dim hall.

"Damn! What are you doing?!" Akram Gris turned around and roared furiously.

He never dreamed that the person he trusted the most would betray him.

"What are you doing? Of course I want your life! Old guy, you have ruled the Arcane Brotherhood for too long, and we agree that we should change the leader." Saying this, the body of the guy who launched the assassination quickly twisted and transformed into another The appearance of a middle-aged man.

He didn't intend to give the enemy too much time to breathe, he quickly stepped back a few steps and immediately raised his right hand.

"Go! Kill him!"

"Cast the spell!"

"Don't give him time to chant the spell!"

……

The rebels who had been ambushing in the hall for many days tore off their camouflage one after another, some began to chant powerful and lethal spells loudly, and some activated wands or other magic items to shoot out dazzling attack spells, drowning the old man alive .

Unfortunately, after the round of indiscriminate bombing, instead of being seriously injured as expected, Akram Gris didn't even lose a single hair.

Relying on the powerful protective magic, most of the attack spells below the third ring were dispelled by an invisible force field ten meters away.

"That's the spell invalidation barrier! It can only be broken by using spells with four or more rings!" Someone who recognized the light ball-like cover quickly reminded loudly.

"Damn you all! Damn everyone!"

Akram Gris was undoubtedly enraged by this sudden rebellion and assassination, his eyes shot out with anger, and he raised his staff and poked it heavily towards the ground.

ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

A miserable scream that cannot be described in words began to echo in the hall!

After hearing the voice, the six low-level mages and apprentices who were relatively close fell to the ground with livid faces and swallowed their last breath.

The rest of the people didn't get any better, and they spurted a lot of dark red blood from their mouths, noses, ears and other parts.

There is no doubt that this is the famous nine-ring spell of the necromantic system - the howl of the banshee.

With just one spell, Akram Gris turned the tide and made the mages who tried to assassinate him pay a heavy price.

The gap between high-level mages and low-level mages is vividly reflected at this moment.

"Tell me! Which tower owner initiated this rebellion? Who are the participants?" The old mage stepped on the stomach of one of the mages and asked sharply.

Before the unlucky man could answer, a cold light suddenly appeared out of nowhere and flew towards his chest at an extremely fast speed.

"Protect from arrows!"

The staff in Aklum Gris's hand suddenly shone with light.

next second...

puff!

A dazzling glare shot from the arrow, dispelling all physical protective magic including protective arrows, mage armor, and stone skin spell on the spot, and pierced straight into his chest.