The First Mage

Hawking, who had been silent all this time, suddenly changed his expression, and a blazing light appeared from the top of the staff, pointing directly at the young mage, his eyes fixed on the young mage's eyes: "Say it again, who sent you?" Are you here?"

The light on the top of the staff was extremely hot, as if if he answered a wrong sentence, a surge of magic power would surge out and crush the young mage's head.

Under this threat, the young mage's voice was trembling and crying: "It's really Kasman, I, if I lie, I will be struck by lightning."

At this time, Hawking stared into the eyes of the young mage for a while, as if confirming that there was no problem, he slowly retracted the staff, but his face became a little dignified.

Freed from the pressure of life and death, the young mage was paralyzed on the ground like mud...

Lynch looked a little confused: "Who is this Kasman?"

At this time, both Hawking and Palin looked at Lynch in surprise, as if Lynch didn't know about it, it was very strange...

"By the way, it hasn't been long since you came to Oakland College, I almost forgot."

Hawking suddenly slapped his head and realized that Mafa Merlin hadn't been in school for a long time, and he hadn't experienced many things. In fact, it's normal not to know these things...

Seeing that it was hard work, Lynch also had something he didn't know. Palin immediately cheered up and introduced with some enthusiasm: "Speaking of this Kasman, he is really a legend..."

"Among other things, first of all, in the Crimson Demon Realm, Kasman's publications and citations rank first!"

"That's it."

When Perrin said this, Lynch immediately understood.

Unlike other forces, in the magic path of the Crimson Demon Realm, alchemy plays a major role, and magic is instead an auxiliary.

This special way of magic makes the Crimson Demon Realm have a very high rate of knowledge conversion.

To put it simply, how much knowledge they have mastered can be immediately applied to their own various alchemy creations, so as to actually transform it into their own force.

Efficiency is extremely high, without compromise.

The saying that knowledge is power is vividly reflected in the Crimson Demon Realm...

This Kasman occupies the number one position in the Crimson Demon Realm, which advocates absolute elitism, so its status and strength should not be underestimated...

"By the way, why are you different from ordinary mages in the Crimson Demon Realm..."

Thinking of this, Lynch looked suspiciously at the young mage in front of him. This guy was sitting on the ground with a disheveled face. He had played well in magic so far in the battle.

However, the Crimson Demon Realm mage did not show his accomplishments in alchemy at all.

"I, I was... an accident." The young mage blushed suddenly.

"Accident? Got it..."

Lynch looked at the other party for a few times, and suddenly understood in his heart that this should be to scare the three of them at first, but he was afraid of being seen as a strong outsider, so he didn't dare to reveal his real alchemy attainments. However, there is no chance to display real skills...

Before Lynch could continue to ask, Hawking's face was a little serious, and he continued: "In the past few years, we and the Crimson Realm have never been in conflict with each other, and now Kasman suddenly sent someone here, does it mean that he wants to invade our side? ? You must know that this neighborhood is still the site of our Oakland College after all."

"So, this guy is a spy?" Perrin suddenly looked at the shivering young mage suspiciously. Can he be a spy with this psychological quality?

"No, no." The words fell into the young mage's ears, and he shuddered immediately, fearing that he might not be able to explain clearly, and was really killed as a spy, he hurriedly explained: "I'm just here to collect a few specific magicians. Nuclear, really means nothing else."

Having said that, seeing the unfriendly eyes on him, he quickly added: "I have evidence, I have several magic cores on my body, and they are all poisonous like the magic core of the dark rot flower. And it's unique to your place...how can spies collect these things..."

"Um?"

Lynch was reminded, so he manipulated the blood vine, groped around the young mage, and found a few magic cores.

It's almost the same as what the young mage explained...

The wind bird, the poisonous tongue lizard, the ice snake, and his dark rotten flower are all the magic cores of highly poisonous monsters, and each of them is a top monster that can only be seen in this area.

It is indeed difficult for these kinds of monsters to hunt in other places.

The young mage observed Lynch's face, and said cautiously: "Now you can believe it, I am really not a spy, at best I am hunting across the border..."

Hearing this, Lynch was no longer interested in the young mage, and turned to look at Hawking: "According to the rules, how to deal with cross-border hunting."

"Anything will do."

"ah?"

"That's how it is." Hawking said indifferently: "It's a winter hunt. It's normal to kill a few mages, and it's a cross-border hunt."

"That's it..."

Hearing the other party discussing his own life and death there, the young mage was extremely panicked at that time, and said quickly: "I, I still know a lot of things, I am very useful! Don't, don't kill me"

Hawking glanced at him, and asked casually, "Then tell me first, why did Cassman ask you to collect these highly poisonous demon cores? Don't you want to poison someone to death?"

"No, no, actually... we are also here to save people..."

"Save people?"

"That's right..." Seeing that he seemed to have finally saved his life, the young mage heaved a sigh of relief, and then said in a complaining tone: "We were unlucky this time, and we brought a piece of trash out..."

Speaking of this, the young mage just sighed and explained: "It's like this... This hunting went well, but there is a mage among us, he... Anyway, he put himself in danger for some boring things. In order to save him, Kasman thought of a way, but it required a lot of highly poisonous magic cores... That's why we mobilized us to collect them everywhere."

"You?" Lynch heard this word, but gave him an extra look: "How many people?"

"It's almost like... more than twenty people..." Speaking of this, the young mage was still a little bit aggrieved: "Because of that trash, we all have to go out and run around, and this hunting was ruined by him alone. "

"Really..." Hawking looked suspicious, "I don't remember Kasman being the kind of meddlesome person, are you lying?"

You know, it is normal for a few mages to die in winter hunting. How could it be possible to interfere with the hunting of so many people for the life of a certain person?