I seem to be an evil god

The surrounded professionals were stunned for a moment, and the next moment they cursed at Lancelot.

"*/**!"

"****"

"******!"

Lancelot's face was livid, and he attacked the surrounded professionals with a master's aura, but with little effect.

At this time, who cares whether Lancelot is a master or not. Under great pressure, the professionals loudly vented their dissatisfaction and expressed their greetings to Lancelot's family.

Liu Dao was also stunned. Lancelot's operation was really interesting. This wave of professionals who were watching did not know how many forces were involved, so they must be handled with care.

Tsk!

Liu Dao sent a message to the old mage and released his guard on the ring.

Liu Dao also withdrew the subconscious killer, and Lancelot immediately rushed to the ring and held the almost unconscious Modre in his arms.

At this time, Modre's left arm had completely atrophied, as if a child's arm was added to the shoulder. For such an injury, ordinary treatment methods will inevitably leave sequelae.

Lancelot gritted his teeth and stood up with Modre in his arms, "I will remember what happened today, and I will be rewarded in the future."

After saying that, Lancelot glanced at Liu Dao bitterly, turned around and left.

After being glared at, Liu Dao was not happy. He originally wanted to let Lancelot go, but now.

Bang!

Lancelot jumped up and directly hit the barrier. The old mage's defensive barrier was a legendary level spell. It was far harder than ordinary legendary armor, and was not much better than the legendary dragon scales. Lancelot bumped into it. The helmet was dented.

"Your disciple can be taken away, but you can stay and spar with me. One for one, it's fair."

The old mage's voice sounded in the distance. Before Lancelot could speak, more than a dozen diamond-shaped barriers had surrounded him.

Each barrier is the size of a shield, with an arc-shaped protrusion in the middle, surrounding Lancelot, leaving no way out. Under the control of the old mage, these shields attack from all directions, front, rear, left, and right, and Lancelot is trapped and powerless. Dodge.

Bang bang bang!

The barriers were flying, and Lancelot didn't even have time to prepare the runes. He held the giant sword in vain, unable to break any barrier.

On the other side, the professional who was still trapped in the flames lost his voice. The old mage released his guard just now, and Lancelot immediately went to protect the disciple without recovering the flame sword energy at all.

Now looking at Lancelot's embarrassed appearance in the barrier, these professionals felt a cold sweat in their hearts.

Bless the God of Light, Lancelotta must be a broad-minded guy, otherwise if he becomes angry, they and the hostages will be in danger.

"If I were you, I would call the elders back now."

Liu Dao stood outside the flaming sword energy and reminded him with "kindness": "My teacher has a bad temper. I think this Lancelot swordsman will have to stay a little longer."

Hearing Liu Dao's reminder, the professionals' faces paled, and the ones standing at the front looked at each other, each inspiring Liu Zang's backup plan.

Sensing several powerful auras coming from a distance, Liu Dao smiled.

Liu Dao actually didn't need to care about Lancelot's threat. So what if Lancelot killed these professionals? The old mage behind Liu Dao was not a vegetarian either.

Even if the elders of these professionals had grievances, they would not dare to express them against the legendary old mage.

It's just that things don't have to go to that extent. Lancelot uses these professionals to make Liu Dao use rat weapons, and Liu Dao can also use these professionals to make enemies for Lancelot.

Regardless of the original intention of the matter, Lancelot still trapped the professionals. The elders of these professionals knew that they would definitely ask Lancelot for an explanation.

This difficulty can be solved either big or small. If Lancelot really has some power after his death, the condemnation of the seven or eight masters may not be taken seriously. Maybe some property compensation can be solved secretly.

That's why Liu Dao didn't let Lancelot solve the sword energy first. When these professionals called their elders, in full view of everyone, if Lancelot could solve it easily, Liu Dao would admire him.

After a while, the first master arrived. The master looked at the trapped disciple and frowned tightly.

out!

The master stretched his arm, grabbed the air and jumped up. With his other arm, he fished through the crowd and directly penetrated the flaming sword circle to pull the disciple out.

After rescuing the disciple, the master asked:

"What's going on here?"

The disciple who was pulled out quickly explained. After hearing the cause and effect, he looked at the trapped Lancelot. The master who came over touched his arm and suddenly looked at the disciple with a strange look in his eyes.

Disciple: "Teacher, what's wrong?"

Master: "How about you go in and stay for a while?"

Not long after, the rescue masters arrived. This time the natural wonder was born. Most of the elite professionals in the camp received the news. At this time, many more elders were called. Liu Dao estimated that he could There were seven or eight, and there were actually thirteen people who came.

This is a very scary number. There are eight provinces in the south and fifty big cities. Excluding the two demon hunting guilds and the church, there are still less than a hundred masters. This also includes the personnel of the military and nobles. Thirteen masters are considered Less than half of the civil power.

In addition, some schools have more than one master, and these thirteen masters can basically represent all the schools in the southern region.

Seeing that time was almost up, Liu Dao ordered the old mage to lift the barrier.

Lancelot, bruised and swollen, escaped and faced a dozen angry faces.

"Lancelot, you must give us an explanation!"

The thirteen masters all released their momentum, and all kinds of coercion surged in the air. A hurricane rolled up in the originally calm sky, the wind howled, and the color of the sky and the earth changed.

The sergeant major who was supervising on the side saw this and quickly called the legion commander. Thirteen masters were all angry, and only the grandmaster-level legion commander could control the situation.

Thirteen masters continued to attack. The dizzy Lancelot didn't know what was going on. He directly refused and raised his sword and waved it at the surrounded junior professionals. The flaming sword energy rose in the storm. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was already there. It couldn't be more obvious.

Liu Dao was amused by Lancelot's actions. What kind of brain circuit could he think of such a method?

However, the problem is that it is really effective. These masters came here to save their disciples. Lancelot clearly threatened this, and for a while, the thirteen masters did not dare to act rashly.

Lancelot held Modre in his arms, holding the flaming giant sword high, and walked out from the crowd of thirteen people. The thirteen masters stared at his retreating figure, the anger in their eyes seemed to dye the sky red.

Far away, Lancelot released his sword energy and ran away in a hurry. The masters each protected their disciples, and then glared at the legion commander who hurriedly arrived.

The legion commander could only smile bitterly. He was the only grandmaster near the camp. He had to bear the blame.

"Don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

The thirteen masters all snorted coldly, each gave some instructions, and then left the camp again. They all ran back in a hurry. There were still many problems to be solved outside the camp.

After the storm calmed down, the legion commander walked up to Liu Dao and had a new understanding of this mysterious man from the royal capital.

"Excuse me, can I meet your teacher?"

Being able to trap Lancelot and unable to break free, the legion commander estimated that Liu Dao’s teacher was at least a master, and added the words in the letter