The Rise of the Cemetery

Masonas Mage Tower, Level 7, Domed Hall.

When Li Xun came to this place again, it indicated that a new competition was about to begin.

After two days of competing for the sixth place, the lucky formation master once again successfully defeated many opponents and climbed from the loser's bracket to the final round. However, Zolagel, whom Li Xun was "familiar with", did not make it into this round smoothly.

When six high-ranking mages with their own characteristics stepped onto the central platform of the dome hall, there was endless applause in the venue.

Today's match is the long-awaited scuffle, and it is also the most crucial final match. Different from previous single-player confrontations, this last match is a melee mission competition mode.

Looking around at the many mages with different expressions in the field, Li Xun smiled wryly. This round of magic competition originally had a variety of modes to choose from, and each competition was randomly selected. But it was really unexpected that this year's session actually selected such a task competition mode. It seems that the collision with the Semima mage will be brought forward.

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The dizziness transmitted was fleeting, and when the chaotic and disordered color blocks faded from perception, the surrounding scene was brought into the perception of the panorama again.

The howling cold wind blew over his head, and the bone-piercing chill made the young mage shiver uncontrollably. The profuse snowflakes enveloped the surrounding field of vision, and what he saw when he opened his eyes was a white world of ice and snow.

Her long black hair was casually scattered behind her head, and a simple and exquisite magic crown was pressed on her forehead. Under the flowing magic light, the young mage with black hair and black eyes scanned the world solemnly. And the snowflakes falling from the sky hovered three feet away from him under the repulsion of the magical force field, spinning and disappearing into the boundless world covered with ice and snow.

There was soft snow under the feet, and the light and warm moccasin boots creaked and creaked on them. The feeling from the soles of the feet is soft and hard, and there should be a solid glacier under the thin snow layer. It is this eternal glacier that has carried this world and endowed the world with the profound meaning of ice and snow.

The young mage stretched out his right hand, and the gorgeous sleeve robe covered with rune lines slid down gently, letting the cold snowflakes fall on his hand. As the crystal snowflakes melted in his palm, a little chill brought clarity to his thoughts, and made him feel the reality of the world in front of him further.

This is a world of ice and snow, and it is a magical demiplane capable of self-circulation.

To be honest, the young mage really had such an urge to put aside all external interference and study the real world seriously and quietly.

But this kind of indulgence only lasted for a second, just like that snowflake disappeared.

The young mage frowned and observed the surrounding terrain attentively. After a brief comparison with the map in his mind, he determined his position.

This ice and snow world is not small. To be honest, it has reached a radius of nearly a hundred miles. There are not only extremely cold ice peaks as high as a thousand meters, but also ice waterfalls and snowfields, and deep mountain canyons. For a mortal, this is a good place to explore the Range Rover, but for a mage, the traces of magical transformation here are too obvious, and various man-made landscapes abound.

It's a pity that today he didn't come for sightseeing, but was in the arena. Three different items are placed in this ice and snow world, and each item corresponds to a level of the first three. Whoever wants to win the corresponding ranking must compete with others for control of that item.

The golden scepter representing the first place was placed on the highest glacier, the second place's star sea compass was placed in a large rift valley, and the third place's crystal ball was deep in the snow field.

The three items are located in three places. Anyone who gets one of them and activates it with mental power can be teleported out of the arena after three minutes and get the ranking. From this point of view, the crystal ball representing the third place should be the most competitive item. On the contrary, not many people dare to fight for the first place golden scepter, because it is very likely to Meet the inevitable Semir mage.

Of course, this is the basic idea of ​​a normal mage, but for Li Xun, he never dared to think like this. Because he knew very well that the real goal of the Semir mage should be himself, not Lao Shizi's number one. But he couldn't figure it out, how did that Semir mage plan to find himself?

There are three possibilities here. Could it be that the Semir mage is so sure that he will fight for the golden scepter? The reward for the first place really made the young mage covet, but if the pursuit process might endanger his life, he didn't mind changing the target temporarily.

Li Xun walked slowly on the soft snow, repeatedly bowing his head and muttering. He had a hunch that no matter which target he chose, he couldn't change the trend of today's battle. The other party must have been fully prepared, and would try to force himself to show up.

After thinking about it, Li Xun no longer hesitated. He looked up at the majestic ice peak half hidden in the misty clouds in the distant sky, and a sternness flashed across his resolute face. After he arranged his equipment and covered the crown of dragon teeth on his head with a wide hood, the figure of the young mage standing in the snow gradually began to blur. As a gust of wind blew past, snow powder fluttered all over the sky, and the entire figure disappeared without a trace.

But at this moment, a surprised light "Huh" sound suddenly sounded in the dome hall. Just now, one of the six-sided light screens lined up on the central platform suddenly became empty and lost the figure of the contestant.

Master Wen of Bo, who was in charge of hosting the competition, also frowned slightly, his eyes swept slowly, and a high-ranking mage in a blue robe beside him stood up immediately, and trotted to the water mirror to find out the reason.

These demiplanes are venues carefully prepared by the Mage Guild, and the six contestants also left their personal aura and soul imprints before entering the venue, so they can be tracked by these magical water mirrors set up at a glance. But just now, one of the contestants disappeared from the magic water mirror inexplicably. This kind of strange thing has never happened before, so he can't help but worry about it.

But before the high-ranking mage in charge of tracking the event came to the platform, another exclamation came out, and the discussion in the hall behind him suddenly became louder.

When the high-level mage raised his head in astonishment, he realized that another light screen had lost the contestant's figure.

How is this going? How could such things happen one after another?

This is their half-plane, and every plant, tree, stone, and snowflake in it is under the control of the core of the plane. After any outsider has their personal aura and soul imprint recorded, even if they cast invisibility and transfiguration, they cannot escape the aura sense of the core of the plane, and their every move will be displayed on the light screen in real time.

But now, less than 2 minutes into the competition, six contestants have just been teleported into the world of ice and snow, and two of them have disappeared from the screen. This...

Could it be that he died suddenly? Only in this way is it possible to completely annihilate the personal aura. But... But even if he is dead, the soul can't dissipate so quickly! As long as there is still a trace of his soul left, it should be captured by the core of the plane.

The more he thought about it, the more frightening he became. The blue-robed high-level mage rushed to the light screen in a few steps, and immediately began to check the spellcasting. After continuous disturbance, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Everything is normal. Whether it is the communication between the magic water mirror and the core of the plane, or the operation of the core of the plane, everything is fine, but the two contestants cannot be tracked.

When he reported this paradoxical situation to Archmage Wen of Bai, all he got was a slight nod of the other's face.

Seeing this situation, all the sorcerers in the hall immediately understood that it was not a problem with the operation of the magic circle, but that the two contestants used some means to truly and completely shield their breath from leaking out. All of a sudden, slight fluctuations in telepathy and magic secret words in the hall suddenly became dense. Everyone was silently communicating enthusiastically with their close friends, and there was a trace of complicated and incomprehensible look in their eyes looking up at the light screen.

If they were not mistaken, the first person who lost his trace was the eccentric Senma mage, and the other was the young summoner who was only level 11. In a magic contest, two magic freaks appeared at the same time. This... This is really the first time in the past history.

However, this also indicates that this year's spell competition high-level mage group is bound to cause a sensation.

At the moment when the mood of all the mages was stirring, there was a middle-aged high-ranking mage with a sullen face in the corner of the hall, with an almost crazy jealous light flashing in his eyes. The more people in the hall praised the young mage, the more gloomy his face became, and he even uttered the most vicious curse in a low voice uncontrollably.

If the young mage was present, he would definitely recognize at a glance that this high-ranking mage was Sassovar who was the first to be trampled by him. It's a pity that he really doesn't have the mood to care about the unwilling barking of these defeated dogs now, because he has also fallen into an unprecedented trouble.

When Li Xun walked leisurely, covered his whole body with the panorama, and brought all his personal aura into the inner circulation of the panorama, in a sense he became invisible under all monitoring spells. In addition to being directly seen by the naked eye, any spells that target personal aura, soul marks, and magic power distribution will be ineffective against him.

When he tried to take a few steps forward and added the refraction of light, even the last flaw disappeared. He is completely enveloped in his own small world, isolating all possible prying eyes from the outside world.

At this moment, he was on his way to that strange ice peak.

According to Li Xun's speculation, the three soy sauce gangs would definitely rush to the crystal ball representing the third place, because only there could they avoid the three young perverts.

The only thing that cannot be truly grasped now is the dynamics of Semir and Catherine. With Catherine's temperament, 80% will rush to Bingfeng without hesitation, and fight that shameless guy again. Of course, there is also a 20% possibility that it will turn to Xinghai Compass, which represents the second place.

The journey of a mage is long and short. The successful ones can stand proudly on a solitary peak and overlook the world, while the losers can only leave a pile of white bones weathered in an unknown corner. If Catherine really made the second choice, then Li Xun would really like to give her a thumbs up for her wisdom and forbearance.

However, before he could deliberate and make a decision, there was already a faint red glow at the half-waist of the towering ice peak in the distance, as if a scorching sun was slowly rising in layers of mist.