Six Ring Wizard

In the early morning, the sun rises from the sky, and the dawn light illuminates the entire western mountain range.

Herage got out of the tent and breathed in the fresh mountain air.

A drop of dew fell from the branches above his head and fell on his face, feeling ice cold.

The fire outside the tent has been extinguished, and only some charcoal fires are still emitting heat.

Herage threw a few dry firewood in and manipulated the fire energy particles to relight the fire.

There was a pot hanging on the fire. In it was the food that had not been eaten last night. He was going to heat it up for breakfast.

Ferid heard the noise and woke up drowsily.

Not every wizard would meditate every day instead of sleeping, and many people couldn't work as hard and as self-disciplined as Herage.

For Ferid, who had difficulty being promoted to an official wizard, it was even more difficult to persevere, so he chose to sleep comfortably.

Herage was stirring the porridge in the pot when his hand suddenly stopped and a lot of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Absolute defense!"

The colorful shield appeared instantly, making Ferid a little confused and didn't understand what was happening.

The next second, an extremely terrifying aura fell from the sky, and Ferid was pressed to the ground.

A bloody hand fell from the sky and struck Herrag directly.

Herage's shield lasted for a few seconds, then spider web-like cracks appeared, and then it shattered.

Then, Herage flew out and spat out a mouthful of blood in the air.

He seized this opportunity, took out the muttering water ball and immediately informed Barty.

"Official wizard!"

This word came to Herage's mind. Only formal wizards have such momentum, and only formal wizards can break through his absolute defense with one move.

"Deep Blue, how high was the attack just now?"

"After testing, the attack intensity is about 21 degrees."

Herage's expression was solemn. Just one spell attack had 21 degrees. This was obviously a first-level spell, and it was no longer the same order of magnitude as an ordinary zero-level spell.

When he landed on the ground, all the buffing spells were already on his body.

The problem now is that he doesn't know who the enemy is or where he is.

Just as he was cooking porridge, Deep Blue detected a strong wave of magic power, and Herague immediately used absolute defense.

If he had just slowed down a little bit, he would have been photographed into a mess.

If his current body is not strengthened by spells, it will definitely not be able to withstand that 21-degree bloody hand.

Soon, Herage heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice: "You can actually survive? I was going to slap you to death, and then slowly torture your soul."

A man in black robes riding a Thestral appeared in mid-air in front of Herage.

This man had brown hair and many freckles on his face. He smiled with squinted eyes and looked harmless.

"Malcolm." Herrag subconsciously read the name.

Before he embarked on the path of a wizard, he witnessed with his own eyes the process of Malcolm cursing Baron Buck at the wedding banquet where Melissa was getting married.

At that time, he was just an ant in front of Malcolm, not even qualified to be looked at.

It can also be seen from Malcolm's expression that he has no impression of Herage at all, and he does not remember seeing this man.

After so many years, Herage found that he was still so powerless against Malcolm. The huge difference in strength made him just a stronger ant who could be looked at more often.

"Luen's death has something to do with you." Malcolm said this slowly.

"Run? The third-class wizard apprentice who was killed by Shivara?" Herage thought about it.

Malcolm said coldly: "As expected, it has something to do with you. For some reason, his soul seems to be no longer in this world, so it took me a lot of time to bring back Rune's soul. Because it has been too long, I can only See fragments of his soul, and you are among them.”

"Except for Shiva, the monster of the abyss, you are the only person I don't recognize in those memory fragments. It took me some time to find out your identity. Herrag Merlin, a third-class wizard apprentice in Moonglade, After divination and positioning, I found that you are actually in the Western Mountains."

"This is truly a God-given opportunity. If you stay in Moonlight Grove, I can't do anything to you. But if you are here, I can rush over and take away your soul, and then go back and torture you slowly."

Herague took a deep breath: "Runen's death has nothing to do with me. He was killed by Shivara."

Malcolm smiled and said: "I never believe anyone's words, I only believe the truth seen from the depths of his soul. Rune's soul has been in the past for too long, and the pictures are too trivial. But you are still alive, your soul There must be the whole story hidden in it, I’ll know it as soon as I see it.”

Herage clenched his fists, hoping that Barty would come as soon as possible.

He must not be caught by Malcolm, there are too many secrets hidden in him.

If he were caught by Malcolm and found out that Herague had a dark blue chip on his body, then Malcolm would definitely go crazy and would definitely use various means to try to peel off the dark blue.

Moreover, Herage also has memories of his past life and the inheritance of meditation methods about the Six-ring Tower. These secrets cannot be known by others.

More importantly, once captured, death is the easiest. With Malcolm's usual methods, Herage will definitely be worse off than dead.

"What kind of spell is the shield on your body? It's not a first-level spell, but it can withstand my blow. It's really strange." Malcolm frowned, seeming a little confused.

Herage naturally ignored him, and his muscles tensed up, always paying attention to Malcolm's movements.

He once again put an absolute defensive shield on himself, and at the same time looked at the remaining 24% of the magic power, plus the 74% of the magic power stored in the dot matrix.

Malcolm thought for a while but had no clue. He looked at Herrag and said, "Just look at your soul and you will know."

He smiled and formed a bloody hand again, grabbing Herrag.

When the bloody hand was about to approach, Herage's figure suddenly twisted and disappeared, and appeared in the forest seven or eight meters away.

Malcolm exclaimed in surprise: "You can actually flash? It's interesting."

He became more and more interested in Herlag, with a hint of excitement on his face: "This must be a good experiment."

"I originally had a very interesting experimental subject, but unfortunately he ran away because of my carelessness. Now I will use you to make up for my fun." Malcolm said slowly.

Herag heard his words and instantly understood that the experimental subject he was talking about was probably Fergal.

"Remaining magic power: 11%."

Now it takes 13% of the magic power to flash once. Herage's remaining magic power can only support three more flashes, and Malcolm's bloody hand has condensed again.