The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

In the dark and quiet forest, there was a sudden sound of countless wings beating.

A flock of birds came out of nowhere and scrambled towards the sky. The chirping of "quack" was piercing and noisy, as if they were frightened by something.

If you look more closely, these birds don’t look kind and cute at all. With their barbed beaks, sharp claws, and bumps all over their backs, they look like ferocious carnivorous monsters, with wings that are as wide as they are wide open. The huge bodies of several meters, suddenly rushing out in groups like this, are enough to scare other creatures in the woods.

But in the next second, this burst of movement was completely imprisoned by some strange force, just like the pause button on the video tape!Not only did the sound stop abruptly, but the giant birds rushing upwards also stopped in mid-air like this; even with the feathers that were rubbed off, the woods suddenly returned to a strange silence, and even the original wind noise was no longer there.

Then, something even stranger happened.

Among the flock of frozen birds, some of them were particularly large, their eyes were unusually bright, and the lower edges of their wings were also faintly glowing red. In the silence, some kind of energy in their bodies seemed to be Fighting hard against the invisible shackles around them, a few seconds later, several shrill and high-pitched calls passed through the silence, declaring that their efforts were successful, and then, the mutated giant birds soared into the sky, hovering high above their group .

I don't know if the confrontation played a role. After a few seconds, the weird stagnation suddenly disappeared, and the flock of birds that were competing to move upwards moved again; but their chirping became more piercing and panicked, and they rattled and fluttered. After a short while, a large number of giant birds rushed away from this strange forest, and went straight to the southern sky.If the giant bird had some wisdom, it would probably not come back for a while.

At this time, there were two figures in the woods, slowly walking towards the strange place just now.

"It seems that you can use almost all kinds of spells," the tall old man headed looked up and nodded with satisfaction, "With this scale, your ninth-level "Stationary Stasis" can probably catch up with the dark magic spells." It’s level ten strength.”

"However, have you seen the limit of 'Stagnation'?" The old man raised his finger, "For those mutated ones, 'Stagnation' is not very useful to them. The stagnation of time and space caused by the dark element can be destroyed by other The elemental power is broken, if not for this, the dark magician can really walk around everywhere.”

"I see," the old man nodded along with the handsome young man. It was Pound. "On the night of Bozi's birthday party, I saw His Royal Highness the Second Prince asked the dark magic to slow down the spread of the poison, and I was a little curious about how far the dark magic can go."

The old man next to Pound is naturally Master Sol, and they came to a rare outdoor teaching today.

"His Highness the Second Prince's approach is quite flexible," Sol stroked his beard and commented, "Especially for the spread of toxins and non-elemental damage, it can be said to be a very correct emergency treatment. They have certain abilities.”

"So, 'Stasis' is completely useless to Mowu?" Pound couldn't help asking.

After the attack on Potts' house, Pound occasionally wondered what he could do to prevent this sudden assassination if he was present.The assassin last time was not even Mowu (it may not be easy to find a Mowu who is willing to commit suicide), but if he were to meet Mowu, Ko Nuo would not have more chances.Mowu is better than Mowu most in terms of speed. If this trick can't stop Mowu, the remaining method can only be faster than Mowu.

"It's really useless," Sol nodded affirmatively, "Mowu controls most of the magic power to drive the figure, which is enough to break the imprisonment of "stagnation"... However, this should be a problem for others, not you should ask of."

Pound was slightly surprised, "How do you say?"

Thor raised his eyebrows, not happy, "Mowu has to transform the elemental power into the body before it can be used. You can control all elements at will, so can't you directly attract the hedging elements and disrupt the transformation of Mowu? At the same time, another "stagnation" , internal and external attack, and you will be disqualified if he makes a move at that time!"

When Pound thought about it, it seemed reasonable, "Okay, I'll try playing with Funk later."

Sol's expression became hesitant at this moment, "No, you should try another one."

"Why? Funk is very strong," Pound instinctively helped Funk speak.

"I'm afraid it's too strong," Thor blew on his beard. "He can also use the whole series of elements. Then what will you offset? You can't beat him in speed. You'd better surrender when you meet him."

Pound couldn't help being a little dissatisfied, "Is there no way to win him?"

Saul looked away and muttered, "If you tell him to lose, he must lose."

Pound choked, "Very well, I'll let Funk tell Master De Luca," according to Funk, these two old men are often engaged in disputes between magic envoys and magic weapons.

"He'll understand," Saul said with a mysterious look on his face, "because De Luca doesn't dare to win his wife."

Pound rolled his eyes, and decided to ignore the old man's occasional convulsions and continue their practice of multi-element spells.

The assignment Saul had given earlier was to Pound find out the rules for matching spells of different types. Today, the two of them came here just to prove these modified spells.Then, the Frostbolt with lightning, the Earth Crack with flames, the Thorn technique accelerated by the wind, etc., were demonstrated in this woods for a round, after which Sol began to propose his suggestion.

And Saul's suggestion is pertinent and to the point. He bluntly said that Pound's combination of spells is a bit superficial, such as lightning and ice arrows. Pound should think more about the characteristics of ice that can assist and strengthen conductivity. And then precisely guide and deploy the role of thunder and lightning, rather than simply putting the two together.

After finishing speaking, Sol raised his hand, and a delicate power grid suspended with ice crystals immediately appeared in front of his eyes (after learning meditation, Sol also learned the control of multi-system spells*).The powerful thunder element flows between the ice crystals, and it can expand and contract freely, just increase or decrease the connected ice crystals.This new spell that had never appeared in the scrolls of this world made Pound really enlightened.

"So, this requires a lot of familiarity with the elements of each department, as well as a lot of imagination," Saul suggested and still did not forget to encourage, "You have done a good job before, and then you will do better."

Looking at the wonderful combination of elements in front of him, Pound admired from the bottom of his heart, "Yes, the students still have too many shortcomings."

Sol withdrew his hand, "You don't need to be impatient. Only by seeing more and getting in touch can you get more inspiration. It just so happens that in a few weeks, there will be a large-scale magic competition among several colleges, which will be held in the capital. It should be very useful to you." Help, I have already explained, you just go and watch the excitement."

"Large competition?" Pound recalled the discussion that Lance had come over that day. "A competition between the four colleges, mainly graduates?"

"That's right," Sol smiled. "There are graduates every year, but this competition is only held every four years. The real purpose is to test whether the strength of each school has increased or decreased. So The apprentices who participated in the competition basically brought the latest research from each college to publish."

"The master also assigned apprentices to participate this time?" Pang De then asked.Sol didn't ask him to compete, he told him to watch the show, which should be different.

"The magician of the light department has never been listed as a contestant," Sol shook his head, "after all, the competition is mainly a single-player competition in the arena style, and the light department is mostly used for healing and assistance. When selecting representatives, the school will use other department categories Lord."

"The arena?" Pound was slightly surprised, "But the spell is so strong, isn't it afraid that there will be no casualties?"

"At that time, there will be rescue demons interfering. Originally, I was also asked to go with me. Since you are here, I will entrust this task to you." Thor finally revealed his real purpose.

Pound was stunned, "Is this appropriate? The student's experience is still inexperienced, and the master just said it. If he is not competent, it will be a great problem for the master..."

"Why do you say you are not competent?" Sol rarely interrupted Pound's words, "They don't expect you to have abilities above scrolls, and you have rehearsed all the important scrolls of light just now, haven't you?"

When Pang De heard this, he became suspicious, "Master planned this way a long time ago? That's why we are here today?"

"Of course, this is the obligation of an apprentice," Saul said confidently, "It is right to help the teacher avoid some entertainment."

When Saul said this, Pound had no choice but to agree, and at the same time knew that he might be grateful.

After all, Sol's arrangement was also intended to give Pound a chance to show off his abilities.In particular, light-type magicians are usually attracted and sheltered by powerful families; as long as they are capable enough, this is equivalent to paving the way for Pound's future.It seems that not only in the study of spells, Sol's care for apprentices can be said to be comprehensive.

So after returning home that day, Pound decided to temporarily suppress the spell creation activities, and first practice those rigid healing spells proficiently.Since Master Sol entrusted himself with the task, this time he went as a medical support, he couldn't smash the teacher's signboard.

Unexpectedly, this determination came in handy immediately.

***

"What's the matter!?" When Pound saw Funk enter the room, he immediately stood up and looked forward with a bad face.

Seeing Fang Ke holding his left waist with his right hand, he limped into the room.

A trace of blood trickled down from the cracks of his fingers covering the wound.

Pound's face was extremely pale, and he gently pushed the man on the chair. "What's going on? Is it a basilisk?"

Goldo on the side hugged the hair ball and came over worriedly.Mao Tuan stretched out his small hands and yelled "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"Ge Ya came over to help untie the big sword on Funk's back, and asked Lancer to get some water.

In fact, everyone was waiting for Funk in the living room that night. He has passed the dinner time but has not come back. Everyone thought that Funk went to buy snacks again; he kind of likes to store all kinds of food in the ring Unexpectedly, a bloody and injured funk came.

Then, Pound removed Funk's hand and the clothes on the wound, trying to see Funk's injury clearly.

There was a whole piece of severe burning scar on Funk's left waist, most of which had scabbed and stopped bleeding, but there was still a deep gap that hadn't healed and was bleeding profusely.

Pound frowned fiercely, "Have you healed yourself?" If so, Funk's original injury should be more serious.

Funk's face was only a little paler than usual, but he didn't look very painful, "Well, are you all right? Did you encounter anything?"

Pound raised his eyes sharply, and asked according to the logic of Funk's words, "Someone attacked you?"

Funk nodded as expected, "When I was dealing with the basilisk, two emissaries suddenly appeared and attacked, and they seemed to follow me all the way. They seemed to be quite familiar with the attacks and habits of the basilisk. I spent some It’s time to get away, hurry back to see if you’re all right.”

Pound shook his head succinctly, "We're fine," after saying that, his golden light flickered, and he stopped distractingly performing the treatment of "Flashback".Even such injuries can be healed with a low-level spell, but Pound never thought of being stingy with magic power and spirit when he encountered Funk's injury.

The people around were also quietly waiting for Pound to heal his wounds. After ten minutes passed, the originally hideous wounds returned to their intact appearance. Funk stood up and twisted his waist, and took a few sips of the herbal tea that Ge Ya handed over. ; It was used to replenish Qi after injury, and was pressed back to the seat by the crowd for questioning.

"Can you identify who they are? For what purpose?" Pound asked first.

Funk hugged the hairball that finally rushed over; let him roll on his stomach, licking whatever he wanted, Funk shook his head, "Of course I don't recognize the face. As for the purpose, apart from killing me, I want to I no longer know."

Ge Ya couldn't help but wonder, "Did you have any grudges with others during this time? Otherwise, wouldn't there be more opportunities for such a long journey?"

Funk thought about it seriously, "No, I didn't complete the mission either. The only one who has a grudge recently is the basilisk. It is said that it ate one of the sneak attackers today, and I will bring it some food another day. "

"You still want to look for it?" Pound said coldly, "One is dead, what about the other? Escaped?"

Seeing Pound's expression, Funk didn't dare to refute, and obediently replied, "No, I solved it."

Pound's expression softened slightly, but he took advantage of the attack while fighting the monster... "Is this similar to the one with the leopard?"

"Leopard?" Ge Ya didn't understand.

Funk then told about the assassination of Mao Tuan's mother.

It is also strange that there was no follow-up after the assassination. Pound originally thought that the two wandered in the forest for more than two months, and it was difficult to track them down. After Fan Desi lived, no one did anything about it.After two years, could it be that the same group of people did it again this time?

Pang De looked at Mo Wu, who was obviously the strongest he knew, but felt that Funk was full of loopholes, and was very dissatisfied, "You, like Ge Ya, need a guard to follow you."

Funk stared, "Guard? Who is it?" The guard is stronger.

Pound glanced across, "Me."

"Oh," Funk fell silent.

Pound is indeed better than himself, in every respect.

The author has something to say: *Chapter 17 of the method has been mentioned a little