Marvel's King of the Undead

"You said, you, a mage, can't hide in the distance and throw magic, so why do you have to imitate a warrior and confront people head-on?"

After removing Casillas' arm, Wayne asked his inner doubts.

He discovered this strange phenomenon as early as the first time he went to Kamal Taj.

Logically speaking,

Shouldn't the mage be a long-range attack profession?

Look at these top students from Kamal Taj. They are all holding weapons and fighting with people in close combat. How can they look like any magician?

Even a fool like Thor would make thunder and throw lightning bolts from time to time.

And this group of genuine mages,

After fighting for so long, he didn't even cast a small fireball.

Could it be,

Their ancestor was Gandalf the White Robe.

"Can you make fireballs?"

Wayne put a hand on Casillas' shoulder.

After making sure he couldn't break free,

He asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

"Come,

Throw one away,

The target is the idiot waving his arms opposite.

You see how unworthy of a beating he looks when he laughs at you, shoot a small fireball to make him shut his stinking mouth. "

"call,"

Casillas ignored Wayne behind him and took a deep breath.

Out of sight of Wayne,

His eyes suddenly turned pitch black, and black smoke rose from his body.

"Hey, this is a big move."

Wayne pressed his hand hard on Casillas' shoulder.

With his current grip strength,

Even a piece of pure iron can be rolled into a ball, not to mention that Casillas is just a crispy mage.

Almost at the moment Wayne exerted his strength,

Casillas' other arm was also disabled instantly.

however,

This time Casillas seemed not to feel any pain.

Too calm to look cool,

He was obviously in great pain, but his body didn't even tremble.

"His eyes changed color."

Strange reported live on the opposite side.

Wayne frowned.

Subconsciously I noticed something was wrong,

The feeling just now was a little different from the usual feeling of crushing bones.

In vain,

It's like I'm pinching a cloud of mist.

An idle hand beside him swept towards Casillas, who was restrained by him.

There is no scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere as imagined,

Wayne's arm hit the air directly as if passing through a ray of smoke.

Casillas in front of Wayne slowly faded until he turned into a black shadow.

"Ran"

Wayne raised his head and glanced at the chaotic temple. Casillas seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"Finally, he looks a bit like a mage."

Wayne licked his lips;

Things finally started to become a little bit more interesting than just abusing food.

According to his past experience,

Characters like this who seem to be newbies usually have unique skills that make them the best in the world.

Otherwise, with their makeshift strength,

I'm afraid I don't have the courage to come out and cause trouble.

"Where did he go"

Strange stood up from the floor with a start and ran to Wayne's side.

In this crisis-ridden temple, this side feels safer. Who knows if Casillas will suddenly come out from any corner and give him a knife.

"I wonder if you are not a mage and have something like lighting to find him."

Wayne shook his head and glanced at Strange.

"

Where did you see this magic?