Versatile Mage

“If this is what you're stronger for, I advise you not to go to the Venice Finals and hide back in your desert for another 120 years and come out embarrassed.” Movan said with no mercy, pointing to the Egyptians.

Little Egypt, too, dare to be rampant, I can't cure such an Egyptian in the government team, other than Captain Egantu can't fight, no one else may be able to do anything about it??

“Sayid, even if it's downstream in our team, it's no big deal that you can beat him, let me take care of you!” The door teeth Shreve came out at a good time.

Shreve and Seidelborn were not in accord. Seeing Seidelborn was ugly, he was happier than everyone else. He took the opportunity to show his strength so that Seidelborn's tail wouldn't go up to heaven.

Of course, the most important thing to clean up is this Chinese keeper. Isn't the fire department high-end and space department magic special? It's nothing extraordinary.

Shreve stepped out and slowly walked to the battlefield.

Movan looked at this blacker, uglier, uglier gringo, full of impatience.

“I'm not interested in little Rollo like you when I call that proud girl with the blast head.” Movan pointed at Mios and said.

“Hmm, she's our deputy captain. Just like you, the keeper deserves to fight him. Try my curse first!” Shreve said.

The power of the curse is a little close to the magic of the psychic system, which strikes the spirit and soul of man.

Shreve spearheaded the haze of fear against Movan, interfering with Movan's star drawings.

The haze of fear can amplify the fear in the heart of the adult, and if the magician himself is cultivated to be extremely high, he can even create nightmare illusions with this haze, directly breaking the human spirit.

When the haze of fear appeared, Movan felt like he was hallucinating, and there was a voice in his ear that kept wrapping around him...

The voice was heard at the ranch estate, and it was said by a woman in the mouth of a slow strip of sleigh.

“I'll give you back every piece of trouble you've created for me. You better live longer, or I'll have to let the people around you pay for it! ”

It's Sarang's death ultimatum!!

Obviously, the haze of the cursed fear has dug out the most unscrupulous thing in Movan's heart, and if it were for a weaker man, he would feel that this was really happening all around him.

Movan is strong and clear, it's a phantom.

The reason why this voice is echoed in her mind is because Sarang is indeed the most terrible person known to Movan, whether it be the Bo disaster or the Gudu havoc, in her bloody robe people are small and bitter, despair does not see a little light, any life is so insignificant, magicians are good, ordinary people are good...

Movan's eyes were shaking violently, and Shreve thought his curse had worked, so he began to set up a curse trap, so long as the evil spider trap had succeeded in restraining him, leaving him no chance of winning at all.

But is Movan really in fear?

What he has against Sarang is not fear, but anger!!

This guy who sees life as a bad bran should be locked in the Eighteenth Hell for eternity!!

Fear did not stir up, but anger ignited, and Movan glanced cold at the proud Shreve there.

“Do you want to curse me?” Movan has a thick crumb in his eyes.

He is now a two-tiered high-class magician, more than twice the mental strength of an ordinary high-ranking magician. This Shreve is probably also a high-ranking curse magician. If he can do the skill of finishing a high-ranking curse like Ejiangtu - ghost punishment - it would be naive for Movan to play with a little haze of fear and evil spider wells and try to fix himself on him!

“You too, get down!” Movan's eyes flashed cold and the power of the silver lane turned into a fierce beast, hitting Shreve all at once.

Shreve stayed for a while and hurried to summon the Shield Device.

He doesn't want to be defeated so easily. As a cursed magician, the magic is naturally complete!

The power of Movan's space was blocked by his Shield Device, but Shreve seemed to have forgotten that Movan still had a Summoning Beast on the battlefield.

The Sick Wolf had been waiting for a long time, and while Shreve's attention was at Movan's, it suddenly burst out at an alarming rate of Lycan aggression and flew in front of Shreve, biting into Shreve's shoulder.

Shreve reacted quickly, summoned the armor again, and set off a curse trap against the Wolf of the Sick Spider - the Evil Spider Trap.

The Sick Wolf was fast, dodging left and right, dodging the red silk threads and throwing up at Shreve, rolling up a dust storm and bombarding Shreve.

Shreve, dressed in armor and not afraid of this level of attack, walked out in a piece of yellow dust, just about to perform another system of magic, and looked up and saw a pair of sharp, silver pupils!

Seems to be able to read the word "roll” wrapped in anger from these eyes.

Shreve rushed with magic, who knew that six dark spikes flew in from different angles, each spike passed directly through Shreve's armor and nailed into his body joint position.

Dark forces penetrated, blocking his bones, muscles, muscles, and sealing his spiritual powers.

Shreve was shocked and didn't have time to react, but found a big, burning fist smashed over...

“Boom!!!!!! ”

Shreve was burning, and the gorgeous backflights flew out, and that bright fire was so shocking throughout the national stadium.

He fell off the field, the effect of the pineapple spike had disappeared on him, but the flame was still burning on him, and Shreve, the seven-dimension, cried in agony.

This time, Movan's hand got a little heavy. Shreve's bones broke and his skin burned...

Who let this thing piss itself off and uses what haze of fear? Movan had a hard time being merciful.

……

“This… the people of the Egyptian government… have a good feeling about food?” Among the keepers, I don't know who said it.

“It's not Egyptian, it's Movan. This guy is so sick! ”

“The magic of the curse is not very effective for Movan, which suggests that Movan's manipulation is much higher than that ugly man's! The curse is that unless some traps are arranged in advance, you encounter a repair height, which is basically a dead end! ”

“I've already killed two Egyptian state team members. Movan is like a tiger. I never knew Movan was so strong!” The keeper of the pavilion talked abruptly.

You can also see the game clearly, whether it's against Sayid or Shreve... it's basically crushing!

As a keeper of the pavilion, they will be disgraced when they crush the Egyptians. After all, they represent the strongest team in the Egyptian school!