End of the Magic Era

If you think of it earlier, you will definitely not use frost technology. After all, it is only a limited power control type spell. Just use flame blast or other burst type spell to impact. Even if he has a magical object that can resist magic damage, it will never be as good as it is now. Not to mention, the shock wave produced by flame blast is enough to make him fall a four-legged wolf.

Well, it was just a little accident, the inflammatory explosion is ready!

Raymond comforted himself after two sentences and started singing the spell of inflammatory explosion a hundred times more confidently. This time, Raymond seemed very steady. Neither the spell abbreviation nor the mobile method was carried out. In other words, he stood there singing the spell at a glance, from arranging the elements to spinning the spiral, as if it were written in a textbook, even if the stricter teacher saw it, he could not pick out the slightest problem.

There will be no more accidents, Raymond said with pride.

Result…

Before Raymond was finished, there was a sudden tsunami in his ear.

Just heard a "chirp” sound, like something tore the air. Then, Raymond suddenly felt his shoulder numb and the whole person flew like a broken kite...

It took Raymond a few meters to reach the ground.

It wasn't until this time that Raymond felt hot on his shoulder, and then contacted the sharp cracking noise just now. Raymond reacted. This is a hurricane whip, a secondary spell hurricane whip!

But the reaction didn't mean to understand, in fact, that Raymond was more confused after realizing that it was a hurricane whipping, which is... what is this? How could there be a hurricane flogging here, Raymond even thought that he had just sung the wrong spell, used the spell of hurricane flogging as a flame blast, and was then subjected to spells?

Otherwise, how do you explain that you have to convince yourself that this hurricane whipping was actually carried out by a magic apprentice?

The explanation of the results will come soon...

Raymond didn't even have time to struggle to get up, and a sharp, broken voice rang in his ear again, followed by hemp on the other shoulder, and the whole person flew like a broken kite again.

No way...

Raymond is lying on the ground again, and his brain is a little overreacted. What's going on? He's not chanting the wrong spell. How can there be hurricane whipping?

Could it really be…

Thinking about it, Raymond's face gradually grew a little white, and it's impossible for a lame magician to use the wrong spell twice, let alone to experience the same spell rephage twice, the only reasonable explanation being that the two hurricane whips really came from the hands of a Grade 9 magic apprentice.

No, no, no, not a Level 9 magic apprentice...

That's two hurricane whips when the bastard raises his hand, distinguished by the abbreviation of the spell and the acquiescence of the magic, damn it, the bastard is a magician, a magician with at least two magic abilities!

For a while, Raymond really wanted to die. You said you had a wizard on your end. Why did you pretend to be a magic apprentice just to whip me with a hurricane? Are you a little psychotic...

Raymond really can't figure out when this bastard was advanced magician. He was a nine-level magic apprentice a month ago. How did he suddenly turn into a magician? Ah, yes, he mastered at least two magic abilities. Is there any reason?

“How could you be an advanced magician! ”

“Why is it impossible?” Lin Yun looked at Raymond strangely and didn't explain it. He just seemed to say something casual: “By the way, don't forget to say thank you to your father when you get back. ”

“What do you mean?” Raymond stood still for a moment.

However, Lin Yun no longer intends to answer.

In fact, if it hadn't been for Lin Yun's sudden reminder of the venerable old man, Raymond would have been a corpse by the time the frost surgery was done, and the vigilance developed by the late life for more than 20 years, would it have been possible for Raymond to hide a spell abbreviated and mobile application?

Almost at the moment of magic fluctuation, Lin Yun, an ice cone technique is already pinched in his hand. If not accidentally, the frost technique is released. When the spiral contracts, the ice cone will pierce Raymond's brain.

As Lin Yun said, Raymond really should thank Old Pavel. Almost as the ice cone was about to break off, Lin Yun suddenly realized that it was not the end of your life. The attack on yourself was not aimed at killing yourself. Besides, the father of this young magician, he was also a respectable old man.

As a result, Lin Yun raw snapped the ice cone and withstood the frost with a rough magic shield.

“By the way, do me a favor. ”

Still that nasty tone of command, but at this time, Raymond was afraid to say anything more. A magician who could whip himself with two hurricane whips at random was not so good to refuse, if there was any argument, he would surely be himself.

So Raymond had to swallow his breath: "What do you want me to do? ”

“Demonize them.” Lin Yun was busy in front of the alchemy table, pointing to several glass bottles next to his finger.

“Oh…”

Magic processing is just the simplest alchemy operation, which is not complicated for Raymond, who is now a magician, in fact, every magician is more or less involved in some alchemy knowledge, and many high-ranking magicians are even top alchemists themselves.

Since the birth of alchemy, there has been an intricate relationship with magic. They are in themselves mutually reinforcing relationships. If you want to go far enough in the magical world, it is impossible to leave the support of alchemy. Alchemy equipment can bring the most direct combat boost. Alchemy drugs can be replenished when you need them most. Alchemy puppets are called strategic-level forces. Without the support of alchemy, a magician is bound to have limited success even if he is not supported by alchemy.

The same alchemy cannot be separated from magic, a good magician may not necessarily be a good alchemist, but a good alchemist must be a good magician, which may sound a little stubborn, but the fact is that a slightly more complex alchemy formula requires a lot of magic knowledge support, ordinary people may achieve certain achievements in alchemy with their talents and efforts, but it must be a magician to conduct more in-depth research.

Without enough magic knowledge, you can't understand those complex alchemy formulas, you don't have enough magic skills, and you don't want to make magic with your own hands forever.

Raymond's achievements in alchemy are not very high. He is 18,000 miles away from making his own magic tools. However, there is nothing wrong with demonizing several glass bottles. Raymond demonizes the glass bottles one after the other. Skilled and easy. Even while doing these things, Raymond still has time to continue to wonder, when exactly did that bastard become a magician...

What's that smell?

Just as Raymond wanted to go into God, a strong irritating smell suddenly arrived. Raymond first had some disgusting frowns and suddenly changed the color of his face.

Because Raymond clearly saw that the guy next to the alchemy table had just thrown a flame stone into the tube...

“Holy crap...” Raymondon sucked in a cold breath, flame stone once magically stimulated, instantly produced hundreds of degrees of high temperature, this thing fell in the red coral solution is simply dry wood fire.

It's over. This time, the bastard really killed me, watched the flaming stone fall into the tube, a red light came out, and Raymond had even felt the hundreds of degrees of heat coming from far away.

Raymond tried to scold people, but it was too late. Under hundreds of degrees of high temperature, the red coral solution had completely lost control, the fierce magic was raging, the red light was rising, the whole alchemy lab was being photographed as if it were blood stained. A large number of red bubbles were gushing out of the tube after fear, feeling that horrible magic fluctuation, Raymond consented to close his eyes.

“Dead this time...”