My Magic Age

"Do you think you can escape like this?" He made a metallic friction sound from his Adam's apple, which was so harsh.

He walked around the courtyard and said to the air in a suppressed and low voice: "This is such a naive idea!"

His hideous smile made his face look like dry bark, and there was a touch of blood in his turbid eyes. It is said that the souls of some magicians who practiced evil arts will be slowly eroded by the devil, and their eyes will become redder and redder. When they finally become devils, the pupils in their eyes will completely disappear.

He stretched out his skinny fingers to draw the magic pattern array. Although the technique was extremely unfamiliar, the array was extremely simple, and the fingertips injected into the array were the magic power of the light element. I immediately thought of what old Kuru said to me at the beginning, that any light magic would make the 'shadow cloak' visible.

A 'magic flare' slowly rose from the fingertips of Mondtroya, and under the dazzling flare, a body like black mist slowly condensed into shape. I slowly appeared under the corner of the wall, looking at Mondtroya with fear and trembling. He happened to have his back to me and was searching carefully in the yard. He listened with his ears tilted, holding the magic wand tightly in one hand, and a fire bomb floating in the other hand. The fire bomb kept spinning in his hand, emitting a destructive power.

I was squatting in the corner of the garden wall at this time, and my left arm began to feel a burning pain. I looked carefully and found that my arm was full of blisters.

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You should know that although my affinity for fire magic elements is not outstanding, since I learned "anti-magic", my body's fire resistance has been very high, and I have not been burned for a long time. However, if I had not transformed into the shadow mist of nothingness in time and avoided it dangerously, I would have been burned all over.

Even so, the gray magic robe I was originally wearing had turned into ashes, leaving only a pile of black ashes on the open space. The lawn there was also burned out of a big pit, and the linen shirt on my body was also burned with holes, looking a little tattered.

There was a spotted civet cat squatting on the courtyard wall. It was frightened by the sudden rise of the magic flare and "meowed" and ran out of the wall. Mondetroya's attention was drawn to it, and the fire bomb in his hand shot out at once. The body of the civet cat was still in the air, and the fire bomb instantly hit it. With a "whoosh", flames burst out of the body of the civet cat. In less than a second, the fat civet cat was burned to ashes, and the remains on the ground were broken into pieces.

Mondetroya snorted in surprise and walked over quickly to see what was going on.

I knelt on one knee on the ground, and with the cover of the flowers, I took out the silver precision long-barreled hunting rifle from the magic waist bag, and quickly loaded a lead bullet engraved with wind magic runes into the gun chamber, and a handful of red flames burned from my hand.

The damage effect of the "flame tongue weapon" was attached to the shotgun, and the magic perception continued to extend outward. The shotgun in my hand showed a parabolic trajectory that was close to a straight line in the sea of ​​spirit. I adjusted the landing point of the bullet to Mondtroya's body. As my magic power continued to be injected into the magic pattern array of the shotgun's excitation device, my fingers gently hooked on the machine, and with a "bang", under the night sky of the evening, the bullet was like a dark red line, ejected from the muzzle of the shotgun.

Mondtroya seemed to have noticed the moment I pointed the gun at him, and when the shotgun ejected the bullet, he had completely turned his body and looked at me in surprise at the corner of the wall. He never expected that at such a critical moment, the first thing I thought of was not how to escape, but to take out the shotgun and snipe him at the risk of my life.

There was a sneer of contempt on his face, and that expression seemed to say: You are still so immature!

As the lead shot was fired, I had already stood up from the lawn, enduring the huge impact of the shotgun, hung the shotgun behind me, raised my hand to the upper edge of the courtyard wall, and flexibly climbed over the wall like a monkey. As for whether the lead shot could knock down Mondetroya, I didn't even look at it, because I was afraid that after seeing the result, there would be no chance to escape, and I was very confident in my shooting skills. I heard Mondetroya's roar behind me, and I knew that he must have suffered a loss from the bullet.

That's right, there is nothing special about my shotgun. It is just a long-barreled shotgun with exquisite craftsmanship and a slightly longer range. The magic pattern array on the barrel is "precision".

Those lead shots are also very special. Each lead shot is engraved with a magic pattern array, and the master of inscriptions engraved the "penetration" magic pattern. In addition, the skill of enchanting the shotgun with the "flame tongue weapon" skill, I think the bullet can at least penetrate the plate armor.

Five years ago, Mondetroya was already a first-level 19th-level magician. He has been looking for a way to change his job for the second time. He chose to plunder the magic talent of others to make up for his own lack of talent. How could such a powerful magician not know how to use the "magic shield"?

The "armor-piercing" on the lead bullet and the secondary armor-piercing on the "flame tongue weapon" will definitely make Mondetroya suffer a little. At least it can penetrate his magic shield. I have strong confidence in this, and I don't even want to look back. I walked through the street and went into the alley along the ditch on the side of the street again, and fled desperately inside.

I am so familiar with this place. After all, this is where I have lived for five years. I have memorized these alleys on the street that are as dense as spider webs. As long as Mondetroya slows down a little, he will be confused by these complicated streets. This is my home.

The courtyard wall behind me burst into vitality again, and the abundant wood magic elements exploded behind me. It must be the seeds of the thorny magic vine that entangled Mondetroya, which would have such momentum. I still dare not look back.

There are still people coming out to cool off in the alley. They move a few chairs under the grape vines in the yard, take out a few bottles of golden apple wine, chat about light topics, and wait for the night to fall. This is almost what the residents of El City do every night. This is the East District of El City. Even the marginal areas are inhabited by some rich people. Many people will have a high-paying job like Ryant and Fanny. Every evening is the best time to enjoy life.

There were still some children chasing each other in the street. I got out of the narrow alley and was completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of me. Looking at these familiar figures, I thought that I could not bring disaster to them no matter what. I originally wanted to walk through the street, but now I had to bite my teeth and go to the other side of the fork. The alley over there should be quieter, but this way it would be farther away from the magic academy.

... Beautiful dividing line...

As the turntable of time slowly turned, I had been dealing with Montetroya in the East District for more than an hour.

The 'shadow cloak' can be used at night without being in the shadow, and it can also make people invisible. This is also the only thing I rely on to escape from his clutches many times.

He trapped me firmly in the complex buildings in the East District. I have been trying to go to the magic academy to seek help, but he seems to know that as long as I rush out of the East District, whether I run to the guard camp, the magic guild or the magic academy, his pursuit will be in vain. He did not give me such an opportunity, and he was always able to stop me in time.

He became very anxious, and even used the magic-consuming "flying technique" to chase me in the alleys of the East District.

I could have shouted for help everywhere to attract the knights of the guard camp, so that I could scare him away.

But I was also worried that he would follow my voice. With his ability, he would definitely have a chance to kill me before the knights of the guard camp arrived. In addition, I didn't want to scare him away, so I tried to lead him into the big net I wove little by little.

The twin flowers in my hand have been completely crushed by me. I don't know how long it will take for Ya to catch up.

I always have a feeling that no matter how I circle in the alley, Mondetroya can follow me steadily, and the distance between us is constantly shrinking. Even if I transform into black fog and hide, it will take less than a quarter of an hour for him to find my position roughly, and use magic flares to make me visible, and then I will once again rely on the familiar terrain advantage to get rid of him.

Holding my breath, I crouched on the roof of a gatehouse, holding a silver long-barreled hunting rifle and quietly waiting for the appearance of prey. In this dim night, I blended into the gray roof.

The tiles on the eaves still retained the residual heat of the day, and it was slightly hot when I crouched on them.

This is a noble courtyard. The guard in the yard seemed to have heard some strange noises. He came out of the house and took a few casual glances. He didn't find anything wrong, so he returned to the house with a "hum". Maybe he thought there was a wild cat passing by on the roof.

If Montetroya followed my trail all the way, he must have passed the opposite street corner and ambushed on the roof of the gatehouse of this courtyard, which is the best ambush position.

Six exquisite statues stand on the top of this arched gate. Those lifelike angels have different shapes, some spread their wings and are about to fly, and some hold spears and glare. I hid under their feet, and it was difficult for people passing by outside to find me.

I don't know what tricks Mondetroya has to keep finding me. I have shaken him off at least five times in the alleys of the East District, but he can still catch up with me in a moment.

Sure enough, in just a moment, his figure appeared at the street corner. He looked around suspiciously, but found nothing special, so he slowly walked out of the alley.

He stood at the intersection, his feet off the ground floating in the air.

I shot him in the arm before, so that his left arm always hangs unnaturally to one side.

Just when I raised my gun and wanted to shoot, Mondetroya, who was floating in the air, suddenly raised his head and smiled strangely at my lurking position. That cold look was indescribably sinister.

"Bang" a gunshot.

Instantly, a small shield of magic energy appeared on his arm, and the small shield immediately became larger, completely blocking his entire body.

The lead bullet hit the magic shield and fell to the ground silently.

The ordinary lead bullets used this time could not penetrate the magic shield on Mondtroya's body, but instead exposed my whereabouts. He casually fired a fire bullet, which scared me so much that I didn't have time to think about it. I jumped down from the roof with the silver shotgun on my back and landed on the street.

The fire bullet smashed the angel statues on the door behind me into pieces. He lowered his head and looked at me standing on the street. He laughed twice and said in a hoarse metallic voice: "I thought you would continue to escape, why did you suddenly stop running?"

Even when he was talking, his fingers did not stop, and countless red magic lines weaved three fireballs in an instant.

"How did you find me?" I stared at him without fear and asked my question. Three ice shields were constantly rotating around the body. Although the injuries were not serious, they were very embarrassed by the fire magic.

Montetroya locked me with three fireballs. He seemed to be relieved. He seemed to feel that I couldn't escape this time, and he couldn't hide the joy on his face.

He lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then took out a chain forged from magic black iron from his magic pocket. He took out the chain and showed me a look. What was very strange was that one end of the chain was pointing at me, and then Then he said to me: "This thing is called Soul Shackles. It can lock the souls of two people on the battlefield. Unless you are completely dead, once you fight with me, it will be difficult to get rid of me again!"

I immediately thought of what was written in the magic book. Among the black magic items, there is a chain called the Soul Imprisonment Chain, which can lock the souls of two opponents on the battlefield together until death. So I blurted out: "Is it a soul shackles?"

Montetroya looked at me in surprise and said, "I didn't expect that a magic apprentice like you, who has little knowledge, is quite knowledgeable!"

Then he said to me: "Letting you slip away under my nose is the biggest failure I have ever done."

As if sighing at his tragic fate, he said with emotion: "If the ritual had been successful, I might have become a second-level twenty-level magician, and I would not be stuck at the bottleneck of a nineteen-level magician. Stay for decades.”

"Did you come here specifically to kill me for this reason?" I asked him.

Montetroya snorted twice before saying: "Don't think too highly of yourself, I just came to El City to handle some affairs of the Black Magic Hermitage, and I happened to meet you. You are worthless to me now. If you hadn't ruined my plan two or three times, how could I have risked my identity and come to kill you?"

"I ruined your plan? Are you from the Hermitage?" I didn't expect that Montetroya was also a member of the 'Hermitage of Black Magic', but it seemed that he was of a very high level.

He looked at me coldly and resentfully and said: "I carefully planned the struggle between the noble students and the civilian students, just to contain the knights in the guard camp in El City so that they would have no time to take care of the monastery over the fishing lake. members migrate collectively, or else It was you who rescued those civilian students at Field Manor last night, which caused these conflicts to intensify prematurely. I'm afraid those knights are still too busy in the city to go to the fishing lake to arrest them overnight... Forget it, what am I doing? So much to say to a dead man!"

He raised his hand and injected magic power into the fireballs again, and the flames on the three fireballs began to burn blazingly. Following his gesture, the three fireballs formed a line and shot towards me.

It turned out to be a second-level fire magic skill: "Continuous Fireball".