The First Mage

"Master Mafa Merlin, it's been cleaned up, what else do we need to do next?" Several pioneering mages quickly retreated.

"It's been hard work... let's go down and rest now."

"OK."

After they left, Lynch never left his gaze from the totem in front of him. After the pioneering mages cleaned up the vines on it, the totem was completely and clearly exposed in front of Lynch.

Although this totem has not responded until now, the symbols on it gave Lynch a very strange feeling. When Lynch's attention fell on these symbols, he felt as if his consciousness He poured into the symbols completely, and gradually he couldn't see anything around him. He was immersed in the sea of ​​symbols and couldn't extricate himself.

At this moment, he seems to be floating in the ocean formed by symbols, unable to control the floating of consciousness, and then sinks deeper and deeper in the symbols.

"Mafa Merlin, what's wrong with you?" Perrin's voice came from Lynch's ear after an unknown amount of time passed.

This voice seemed to contain some kind of magical power, and it directly brought Lynch back from his consciousness. Lynch took a sharp breath, and then his eyes gradually became clear. He looked towards Palin beside him, but saw Perrin Lin had a strange expression on his face, including Sufis standing behind him and the pioneering mages, and they all had the same reaction as Perrin.

"What happened to me just now?" Seeing their reaction, Lynch knew that something must have happened to him just now.

"It's okay, I just kept staring at the totem, and then stood here looking at it for about three hours..." Palin complained.

Three hours just passed.

Due to the sensitive identity of Lynch, the second person in charge, everyone thought he had discovered something, so they didn't dare to disturb him easily, and could only stand behind and wait, but as time went by, Lynch was always There was no sign of speaking.

This is not very good, everyone can't wait for no reason all the time, right?

That's why Palin came forward to pat Lynch.

As a result, when Lynch woke up, the first thing he said was to ask him what happened just now. Damn, this is a bit nonsense!

"I watched it for three hours?" Lynch couldn't help showing an unbelievable expression when he heard this. He was just submerged in the symbols and didn't know the passage of time in the outside world, but in his opinion, it was just a blink of an eye. Time, however, and the real situation now is that he has been immersed for three hours.

How did it take so long?

This thing is too outrageous...

Lynch showed a look of incomparable surprise.

Seeing Lynch like this, Perrin thought something was wrong, and asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with this totem?"

"Well, there's something wrong." But it's okay, Lynch hasn't seen such a big storm? After taking a deep breath, he returned to normal, and then his eyes fell on the totem in front of him again. This time, he did not look at it for too long. While shifting his eyes, Lynch said: "We may have to stay here for a while, you Let everyone put martial law around to prevent people from Earl College from showing up."

"Okay." Perrin also glanced at the totem curiously, and then went to convey Lynch's order.

Now the competition for the silver plane is intensifying. Whether it is the Royal Academy of Magic or the Erd College, the mages of the two major forces are wandering around the silver plane day and night, so the probability of encounters between the two sides is extremely high. A little carelessness will lead to fierce conflicts due to encounters.

In this case, it is extremely dangerous to stay in one place for too long.

But Lynch has nothing to do now. After all, the totem is too big. Not only the sixth-level archmage couldn't take it away, but even if he mobilized all the mages present, he might not be able to take the totem away.

Moreover, totems generally contain mysterious and unpredictable power, and Lynch does not dare to lift this totem easily. If there is any problem at that time, it will not be controlled by him as a sixth-level archmage Yes, he is more or less responsible for these pioneering mages present.

Now there are more and more pioneering mages who have fallen on the silver plane. In terms of the total number, they are already stretched. With the Royal Academy of Magic temporarily unable to provide support, each of the remaining pioneering mages seems to be It is so precious that no one can afford a bigger torment. Even if a mage dies, it will be a huge trauma to the Royal Academy of Magic.

After the martial law of the pioneering mages around, Lynch continued to concentrate on analyzing the totem in front of him, not only him, but also the disciples of the Doria mages came over to observe with Lynch.

"Hey, something's not right..." After three minutes of this state, suddenly a disciple of the Doria mage stood up suddenly and shouted in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Lynch looked at this disciple dissatisfied. Everyone was concentrating on checking the situation of the totem in front of them. You stood up and yelled at this time, didn't you divert everyone's attention? At a time like this, that's not exactly praiseworthy behavior.

"Assistant Mafa Merlin, the blood flow from my body is too fast." The disciple said nervously.

"Blood?" Lynch looked suspiciously up and down, and finally his eyes fell on the disciple's arm.

Since this period of time, everyone has experienced many battles, so these disciples have been more or less injured. For example, the disciple in front of him had a big bloodstain on his arm by the wind blade. A thick bandage was wrapped around the arm.

It's just that at this moment, it can be clearly seen on the bandage that strands of blood are oozing out through the bandage.

In a short period of time, the originally white bandage had completely turned red, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air.

Drop by drop of blood dripped to the ground.

Looking at his arm, Lynch quickly sensed that something was wrong. Logically speaking, even if the wound opened, the oozing blood should be only a small part, far from dripping directly like it is now. Come on, if the scene of the wound opening is like this, then who can bear it?

Looking at this picture, everyone knows that there must be something wrong.

And the falling blood, as if attracted by some kind of force, squirmed forward. From a distance, it looked like an earthworm hiding in the soil.