The First Mage

This is nothing unusual.

only……

This method is destined to be nothing more than a fight between trapped beasts.

Mel has really experienced too much of this kind of battle, so from the beginning to the end, he has already made this kind of preparation, leaving enough strength as a means of coping.

Next, no matter how the other party explodes, it is impossible to solve himself.

Then things are simple.

As long as the opponent can't rush out here at once, I have plenty of ways to play him to death.

At this time, Mel didn't even put too much energy on Lynch.

Instead, he was secretly guarding Hart on the side.

Because he knew that now was also Hart's chance to make a move. It was not difficult for him to take the desperate blow of the young mage, but it was rare to be on guard against Hart's opportunity to attack.

And in all kinds of battles in the plane, Te has experienced more than once, the cunning of this old guy...

So at that time, he mobilized all his magic power and formed an absolute territory around him.

All of his magic power is filled in this absolute domain, and in this space of only three meters in one direction, he is the absolute master.

Next, even if Hart wants to take the opportunity to attack him, it will be difficult to find an opportunity...

At this time Hart saw this, and his face became ugly, because he knew that Mel in this state was his strongest state, because the quality of the magic power inherited from the elves was far from that possessed by humans The magic is comparable.

And he formed an absolute domain, which is full of that powerful magic power. Although it is not as good as a real elf, for people like them to mages, falling into it is like falling into a quagmire generally.

Any spells can't move an inch...

And this method also caused Hart to suffer repeatedly in the dawn plane.

When Hart faced the half-elf elder who was so old that he didn't know how old he was in the half-elf tribe, he couldn't do anything...

Even later, he was surrounded by high-level half-elves like Mel, and almost couldn't come back.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have signed that peace treaty.

A colonial power that went to invade would be reduced to signing a treaty with the local aborigines. This is a naked humiliation to any colonial power on the plane of Anriel!

But right now, the other party has used this method again, obviously also guarding against his sneak attack at the same time...

"Hehe, I really want to know how your brain grows so that you can laugh at such a time..."

At this time, Lynch still had a smile on his face, but this kind of smile looked so hateful in Mel's eyes, and he wished to smash this face directly.

At the moment, there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then he frantically pumped up his magic power.

But……

Although Mel felt that all the advantages were in his own hands, when he saw the smile on Lynch's face, he still felt a slight sense of uneasiness in his heart.

This kind of uneasiness is very strange. It came without any evidence. No matter how Mel thinks, he doesn't feel that the other party can pose the slightest threat to him...

In the end, he decided not to care too much.

In any case, the situation of the battle has been decided, and even if the opponent has any means, it is too late to use them!

"Die to me!"

With a loud shout, Mel was about to approach Lynch.

Next, under the pressure of the powerful Absolute Territory, why should this human mage who lost his staff die in wailing?

But……

In the next moment, Mel's face showed panic.

Because at this time, Mel suddenly discovered that the magical power in his body that was already prepared and ready to be released suddenly became chaotic for some reason.

That kind of feeling is like having a big hand, reaching into his body, grabbing his magic rune, and kneading it crazily there...

All the magic power operation routes became chaotic, the source of the magic power seemed to collapse, and the magic power that was going to attack turned into countless knives, crazily messing around in his body!

For a moment, Mel's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

This is not just being frightened, but a feeling of incomparable pain in the body...

You know, magic power is the foundation of a mage, it's like a limb, and it doesn't make a difference whether you are a half-elf or a human.

At this time, for Mel, it seemed as if someone was pinching his intestines and knotting them!

You can imagine that feeling...

Mel's whole body became extremely flustered, enduring the pain by force, and frantically looking for the reason.

Speaking of which, it is not uncommon for Mel to encounter this kind of magic power runaway.

But it was only when I took the risk to try some meditation rules or spells that the magic power went berserk due to some weird magic power running routes.

But the current situation has nothing to do with the previous situation...

I have used this kind of magical power countless times, and I am already familiar with it. From the beginning to the end, I just simply mobilized the magic power.

I have done countless things before, but the current situation has never happened...

How is this going?

Mel was very anxious, but the more anxious he was, the more clueless he became. On the contrary, the severe pain made his mind slowly become blurred...

The pain that directly acts on the foundation of magic power is extremely terrifying to Mel, it is the punishment of those legendary dark times...

At this moment, Mel's face was as white as paper.

Under the severe pain, Mel's mind almost went blank, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a beast, and a violent roar erupted from his throat.

At this time, the absolute magic power has long been unable to maintain, and has completely collapsed into countless magic powers, scattered away.

However, Lynch, who was originally the opposite of the absolute magic power, was still standing there with a calm expression on his face. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even move his footsteps.

At this time, he stood there quietly, looking down at the half-elf who fell on the ground, curled up like a shrimp, and was struggling wildly, as if he was observing some kind of monster during the experiment.

He just shook his head: "The endurance is not bad, and I have dissected half-elves, thank you for meeting my experimental needs..."

At this moment, Lynch was completely defenseless, as if he was looking at something dissected, observing the half-elf struggling frantically on the ground...