Dominate the world in three weeks?

Terrence stood among the crowd with a hood on, looking at the ring in front of him.

The crowd around him was turbulent and noisy, and the songbird nestled obediently on top of his head. The noise made it lethargic, and its long tail feathers brushed Terrence's cheeks from time to time, causing a burst of itching.Terrence touched its feathers to comfort it.

The morning game finally achieved the Alchemist's victory.People finally realize the great energy contained in this group—including themselves, and Terrence, who has been walking in front of everyone with an awe-inspiring posture, is even more sought after by many people, making Terrence have to travel. Cover up your face.

The competition in the arena was reaching a feverish stage, and everyone watching was excited, waving their arms and cheering.

Terrence was bumped into the shoulder by an emotional audience, staggered back a step, and was held firmly by a big hand.

"Lancer." Without turning his head, he knew who was blocking the push for him. "Is there no work in the afternoon? Why can you find me wherever I am?"

He said in a low voice.

"I let someone else take care of the referee's task."

Lancer stood behind Terrence and held him by the shoulders. Because of the height difference, he looked as if he was holding Terrence in his arms. The people next to him noticed that they couldn't help but take a few more glances, but as Neither Lancer nor Terrence felt strange about the parties involved.

Lancer pinched Terrence's thin shoulders. Terrence had been staying up late for qualifying recently, and he looked thinner. There seemed to be only a thin layer of flesh left on the shoulder blades.Lancer frowned at this.Especially considering that Terrence was injured in the morning's game, with a long bruise on his abdomen and burn marks on his arms.Terrence had never suffered such a serious injury in the past two years, and Lancer almost hated the meaningless existence of qualifying.

He had asked Terrence to take a good rest in the afternoon during lunch, but the other party didn't take this sentence to heart at all.

God knows how anxious and angry Lancer was when he saw Terrence heading to the competition field on the road.He hastily explained the work to his colleagues, and immediately found him, just in time to see the scene where Terrence was hit by someone.

"Why can't you sleep on a bed in the dormitory instead of jostling with a group of people here! Have you forgotten that you've been injured?"

Lancer recalled the shocking discoloration on Terrence's skin when he applied the medicine, so he couldn't help but speak harshly.

Terrence waved his hand, he didn't say anything to Lancer's disrespectful tone, he just said: "Of course I came out because I'm interested in something, so don't be so verbose like Adam. I'm a "Goshawk", do I have to cry coquettishly for a small injury? Since I'm here, how about watching this game?"

Terrence pointed forward with his chin: "It will be the style you like."

Lanser's eyes followed Terrence's words and moved away from him. Only then did he notice that this mage duel seemed to ignite the blood in people's hearts. Every audience was roaring and shouting, as if standing in the middle It's not two mages, but two warriors, or even two fighting beasts.

The blond knight looked at the ring with some doubts—the two mages above had already lost their prizes in the battle.

Their mage robes were torn, with bloody wounds on their limbs and chests.But they were still throwing spells at each other, looking like they wanted to kill their opponents.

"Did you see that fire mage?" Terrence said suddenly. "Every guy who competed with him was miserable, but he was always the one who was injured the most. He really shouldn't be a mage, heavy swordsman." This career is more suitable for him."

Indeed——Lancer can also see this—the fire mage seems to have a steel-like will. Many times, he doesn't care whether he will be injured or not, but goes forward bravely against the wind blade that stirs the air. Such a crazy appearance will only make the opponent Lead into two situations.

Those who are timid will lose their fighting spirit in his desperate aura and directly admit defeat.There are very few people like this, and those who are determined to enter the Royal Academy of Magic and Martial arts cannot endure a failure that sweeps away their dignity.

Those with a firm will will be assimilated by him under such high pressure.Blood arouses bloodiness, and struggle arouses fighting spirit.Just like the current game, it has become a battlefield where two people grit their teeth and fight to the death.

"After competing with that mage, almost everyone has no energy to participate in the next match, but not only has he never been absent, but he is also rarely defeated—how confident, what exactly is he relying on?"

Terrence smiled meaningfully.

Lancer watched the competition on the ring with a serious expression, and heard Terrence's whisper, frowned and said: "I'm only worried that you will run into him, that guy looks like a lunatic. Graceful Warriors are not so barbaric."

Hearing Lancer's answer, Terrence rolled his eyes under the hood, and he almost wanted to sigh: "It's like I ask you how a dish tastes, but you insist on telling me not to use a kitchen knife. Lancer, if you always overprotect like this, I won't be able to say a word to you next time."

The night shrouded the academy in silence, and Martin hurried along the deserted path, his mage robe brushing the ground, picking up the few remaining dead leaves.

Martin's destination was an abandoned small building. He clutched his chest and tried his best to swallow the cough that had reached his throat.Yesterday's wound was too deep to fully heal, and today he was cut several times by his opponent. He was dizzy due to excessive blood loss, but Martin still insisted on going out at night, because the good medicine that could heal him was not far away. in the building.

Wonderful life magic!

Martin thought with burning eyes.

It was the incomplete magic circle he found in a broken mage's notebook - a magical magic that can speed up the healing of people's wounds.

Oh, of course he knows that life magic is a forbidden technique, and its users will be labeled as black mages, and will be sanctioned by the Mage Association and the Church of Light, but—but, who cares about that?Is there any mage who will not be fanatically obsessed with this mysterious and unknown thing?

Martin analyzed and supplemented it according to the remaining research on the handwriting, and after many experiments, he finally completed the effect as described in the handwriting.Because of it, he will fight with all his strength without any scruples and show his skills in qualifying.

Martin walked into the dusty old building and walked straight to the door of the room where his treasure was closed.

He opened the door with hands trembling with pain, and the moonlight penetrating through the window made the outlines of the interior furnishings clear. Martin's casual glance into the room made his pupils constrict and his body stiffened.

—There are people in the room!

Martin stared at the hooded figure sitting on the podium, the heaving of his chest disappearing.

But Martin didn't realize that he was holding his breath at all, his mind was blank, only the instinct to attack out of fear was left - no matter how much he wanted to be afraid, but how can a person really look at his own breath? Secrets discovered, told, and death sentence awaited?

Everyone wants to live.Except for a small number of mages who struggle for the true meaning of magic, this is especially true for mages who pursue life magic.

The flame transformed into a flying bird with flapping wings, making a sharp sound and rushing towards the figure.

The other party calmly jumped down from the podium, and the shimmering water net fell together. It slid from midair to the ground, and then propped up in front of the figure. The firebird hitting the water net was like a moth falling into the water net. Like a spider web, struggling was useless, the flames adhered to the surface of the water and made a sizzling sound, melting and disappearing bit by bit from the smoke produced by engulfing each other.

Even though they were all level five spells, the opponent's magic power was more abundant and pure than his own.

Martin gritted his teeth. His affinity for magic is mediocre. He can only reach the level of a fifth-level mage through hard training. Desperately suppress the opponent.But now he was still seriously injured, and he would sweat even when he took a step, let alone being as desperate as he was during the day.

But you can't just sit and wait like this, Martin thought, and wanted to gather magic elements again, but the figure suddenly said: "The light of the flame will let others discover this place, and you also need to save some magic power to heal your wounds? We both How about stopping?"

"What?" Martin asked back.The other party's tone was so calm and gentle that he couldn't help but relax, but he soon realized that he had just relaxed, and quickly pulled himself together.

"I mean, you don't have to be so wary of me, because I won't do anything against you at all-in that case, I should really report you during the day, why wait for you in such a cold night?"

As he spoke, he casually walked to the center of the room: "But to be honest, you are too careless. Since you are hiding such a troublesome thing, you should find a safer place, or plant some traps, instead of Make me feel like I'm in no man's land."

"..." Martin frowned and remained silent. The other party's preaching tone made him feel bad—that's because he really hit the point—but Martin didn't act rashly. As the other party said, the fire spell So noticeable at night.

"Is this magic circle created by you, or something collected?" The figure continued to speak, and he had already crouched down to check the lines drawn on the ground.

"There is the aroma of Hollandin, that kind of plant is indeed a good medicine that pharmacists use to treat wounds, but the blood is useless, not only wasted, but also disgusting. What the magic circle needs is a suitable combination of runes and the core of the circle, and Ink with magic power - Huo Lanxiang's sap is enough, blood... the magic of blood can't even support a small spell. My dear sibling, you are so silly and cute."

Finally, Martin couldn't help but asked, "What are you here for? Give me a magic lesson?"

"This is only part of the reason." The figure stood up, "but more of the reason is that I am interested in you. Martin Mode."

"What—" His name was easily called out, and the feeling of giving someone a handle made Martin's hairs stand on end.The fire elements began to gather around him again, but the coolness also enveloped him at the same time. The water elements jumped densely and mixed with the fire elements, making Martin unable to concentrate.

"Didn't I say, don't use spells?" Human Shadow smiled, "Don't be nervous, this little investigation is just for the smooth progress of our cooperation. Your identity must reassure me."

"Cooperation? What cooperation?" Martin asked angrily, frowning.

"Of course it's about the magic of life." The figure walked to the window, "Look, Mr. Maud, the church has invaded Shannenpail, and they use the so-called magic to win people's hearts—oh, white magic that can cure diseases , How mysterious and noble. But life magic is not unique to them. Because of the selfish suppression of the church, the inheritance of life magic has broken down like a great annihilation. Because of their monopoly, we have to accept their superior gifts! But come to think of it, sir, it was because of these sanctimonious fellows that we lost so much in the great war. They helped the invaders, and now they are invading us again! Yours, Mr. Maud The family guards the border and should be more aware of it. Facing this group of hypocrites, only the so-called black mages can contend with them. We need more people and more idealists."

The Mord family is indeed guarding the small border town. They are loyal and patriotic, and have fought for it for generations.Because of this, Martin has such a combative character and the will to move forward. The words of the figure seemed to ignite a fire in his body, causing his blood to rush faster, but his reason did not disappear completely.

"Life magic is a bit too evil. It cannot be denied. It is not suitable for a large amount of research. And a secret gathering of black mages? This is too unrealistic. Once it is exposed, it will set off a huge wave."

"Your deliberation makes me more satisfied with you, Mr. Maud. But like I said, unless we love death, why should life magic need blood as a sacrifice? That's just a demonized misrepresentation. With a suitable Arrange the runes, then find the exact core, and then only the magic ink is left, that's all we need. As for your other worry-"

The figure took off his hat, and what was exposed in the moonlight was a head of black hair like a crow's feather, and a fair face: "Can you feel at ease with a duke as your backup?"