Age of Adepts

“Damn it, Kane and Lucy, do we have a chance?” Pairo the Green Dwarf asked with hatred.

The black robe wizard who came with him pulled a broken bone out of his arms and spilled it in front of him. He leaned down and shook his head in darkness.

Pairo's green eyes revealed a fierce light: "Did I ask you to come at such a great price to tell me this? ”

The Black Robe Wizard said calmly: “As a Level 2 Wizard, my lord, you must know how prophecy works. The more you know your opponent, the more you can squeeze out variables you can't control. The boy has been hiding in the Wizard's Tower, and trying to cross the Wizard's Tower Defense to anticipate his fate trajectory has been daunting. And I'm sure Lord Kane still has an eighty percent chance of winning in the face of this kid as we prepare for today's action three months ago. ”

“What do you mean, the enemy suddenly has this hierarchy of puppets in the last three months?” Paro quickly stabilized his emotions and asked calmly.

“Yes!” the Black Robe Wizard nodded. “The fate of the unknown has told me that his strength surged just after my last successful prophecy. It follows that his luck must have fluctuated once during this period for an unknown reason! I doubt... he must be surrounded by strange things or... people who can influence his destiny! ”

The Green Dwarf Peiro is obviously not very good at these mysterious things. Even though it sounds strange, it also understands that today's failure is inevitable! As a decision-maker, he was also too lazy to look at the results, and with this “failed” prophet he turned around and disappeared into the deep forest.

Fei Denan City, Mage Tower.

Lord Sanazza was reclining on a soft bed, half of his body lazy, watching the battle in front of him.

Although she had handed the wooden statue to Grimm herself, Sanaza apparently did not tell him that, as long as he kept the statue at his side, Sanaza did not need any external media to spy remotely on the movement within 100 metres of the statue.

So when Sanazza sensed the element vibration transmitted by the wooden statue, and opened the mirror, she saw exactly the scene where Grimm unleashed the Reversible Wizard of the Battle of the Flaming Tyrant.

At the level of the Sanazar 3 Wizard, this little punch in front of you is certainly nothing. But in the face of the powerful flame puppet in the light screen, Sanazza also aroused a little interest.

A first-degree little wizard who has just advanced has an elemental puppet that is close to second-degree wizard strength. It seems that this guy must have secrets that are difficult for outsiders to understand. If it weren't for Lord Salubo, I'd really like to catch him now and bite his head off and see what's hidden inside...

Sanaza, who was sexually brutal and brutal, could only press her curiosity and change her position to make herself more comfortable, silently admiring the battle in the water mirror.

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The elders in the distance may be able to see the clouds and winds, but the few on the battlefield are already facing the choice of victory or defeat in life and death!

The double-sided wizard, who had previously occupied the battlefield, has become overwhelmed at this moment.

Flexible as they strolled between fiery * shooting fireballs like rain, they focussed on knocking out one lava ball after another that was truly inescapable. As long as they are not hit in the front by the horrible lava fireball, their indefinite ice crystal shields will be able to sustain them.

As for flame shockwaves and magma splashes formed by lava fireballs after their side bursts, they have been unable to avoid them and can only rely on cold ice barriers where water elements congeal.

Kane, the double-sided wizard, had a light blue frost on his body and strolled gently in a wave of flames, seemingly relaxed, but the burning of his heart could no longer be added. Behind him, whenever he had stepped foot, a frost trail more than a metre wide would be paved.

Any outsider touching this frost path will be frozen by the sudden onset of cold ice. While this freeze cannot last too long, that brief pause is inevitable. Kane, as the owner of this frost trail, can appear anywhere in the trail at any time.

This frost trail will not last too long and will gradually dissolve in less than 5 minutes. But that's enough time for Kane to lay an airtight death home inside the battlefield!

Any wizard will develop a style of combat that is difficult for outsiders to imitate by exploiting their full battle potential in their area of expertise. But apparently, Kane kicked it on the iron plate today!

Grimm is good at building his own lava home, and so is this Kane.

Grimm has a strange flame jump, so Kane also has his own frost road transfer.

Ice and fire.

Both sides are relatively close in strength and the style of battle is somewhat similar, making the battle seem burning from the outset. At this time, Lucy, Kane's inspirational sister, and the sonic attacks of her horror penetration and defensive abilities, are key to determining the course of the battle.

However, as Grimm summoned the Flame Tyrant, the Great Killer, the whole battle was once again relentlessly reversed by him.

Flaming tyrants have been an overwhelming force of terror since their appearance on the battlefield.

Terrible element attack strength up to 135 degrees makes an even simpler lava fireball an unbearable blow for Kane and Lucy.

Lucy was responsible for the defense of the first lava fireball inspired by the Flame Tyrant.

Stinging screams, coupled with death roars, led Lucy to knock out this seemingly blind fireball halfway through two consecutive soundwaves of witchcraft. And the only consequence of doing so is that the lava fireball exploded a little too close to Lucy.

Splashed magma eclipsed Lucy, protected by witchcraft, screaming in her ears.

But this time it's not sound wave-like witchcraft, but her feminine instincts after her severe pain!

As brothers and sisters of one soul, Kane's witchcraft defense and mobility are undoubtedly the best, while Lucy outperforms penetrating and breaking defenses. As a result, Kane had to drill out of her body again, replacing Lucy's position and wrapping herself around her body with a stacked ice shield.

And the injured Lucy was able to penetrate the body, begin healing the wounds and prepare for the next sorcery.

If the Raging Lava Fireball was just a massacre by a fiery tyrant, then defensive Kane might last a while longer. But when he really faced that giant step, throwing a grinder-sized fireball at him constantly, he realized frighteningly that the opponent's attack power had remained steady at a terrible 135 degrees!

After biting three or four lava balls, Ice Demon Kane threw up blood and lungs!

Anger cursed this perverted puppet of elements in various dialects, while Kane the Ice Demon desperately absorbed the water elements in the sky and converted them into the power of the cold ice he was good at, to extinguish the burning flames clinging to his robe.

And as he does all this, he needs to constantly shift positions and use tall trees to block each other's progress. Looking at each other's big black and red hands and horrible bodies gathered by flames, Kane really didn't have the courage to compete with each other again!

The ice-crystal shield is broken and can be summoned up again, and the frozen ice barrier can be slowly repaired by the eroded pores. But as the battle progressed, even Kane's body lit four or five flames, burning his teeth grinning, but couldn't take care of it anymore.

Because that goddamn fire demon is practicing ranged witchcraft again!

In general sorcerer warfare, due to the existence of defensive witchcraft, coupled with the resistance of the sorcerer himself, those vast ranges, the element power is relatively dispersed of the scope of witchcraft few people will carry out. Even occasional impositions are often used to confine each other's range of activities.

But in front of this bloody fire demon, it... it even reaches a terrible 110 degrees of regional scope witchcraft. It made Kane so angry, he couldn't help but hold his head and cry!

110 degrees!

Even Kane, who sees himself highly, can only inspire the strongest monolithic witchcraft he can! The other party throws out a flame of fire more often than he can hold on for half a day to trigger.

As a last resort, Kane had to struggle to escape the burning of that heartburning flame on the frost trail.

Flaming tyrants may not be intelligent enough to chase passively behind Kane and throw fireballs. Grimm, however, grabbed the key to the battle in time, throwing seven or eight lava balls in one breath.

These lava fireballs are not for attacking Kane, they are for cutting off frost trails!

Kane's spiritual fluctuations were apparently attached to the frost trail laid on the battlefield, and only by relying on their positioning could Kane appear anywhere in the trail. The entire trail is now torn apart by Grimm's bombing, which, although not completely eliminated, has also severed most of them from Kane.

Now Kane's space is getting smaller and smaller!

In the meantime, that sister Lucy also reappeared, provoking a violent ‘sound blast’ that even strangled an arm of a fiery tyrant.

Unfortunately, in the face of a painless and fearless fire demon who knows only to attack with all his might, none of this will do anything. As the giant ring of fire rolled over the fiery tyrant, a new black and red arm regrouped.

And losing Kane the ice demon's dense and numb ice shield, Lucy was once again attacked by the flames of terror!

This time it was no longer their robes that were lit, but their bodies, hair and flesh...

By this moment of battle, what these wizard brothers and sisters were waiting for was no longer a victory, but an opportunity to flee.

Unfortunately, just a fiery tyrant has exhausted them. And their original opponent Grimm, the incarnate Reaper, wandered off the battlefield, seriously and meticulously blocking every chance of their escape.

Finally, Kane and Lucy's terrible screams echoed as a terrible flame storm swept across the field.

The next second, a scorched black figure had fallen out of the flames. And on the edge of the fire, Grimm was waiting there with a voodoo scroll in his hand.

So, with the wild nuclear fusion blasting on their bodies, these two wizard brothers and sisters who have ravaged the middle of the continent for years have finally reached the end of their lives!