The Rise of the Cemetery

Yes, at the same moment, there were actually two more anthropomorphic figures with the same appearance in the space of consciousness.

The imitation of spiritual power is something that every mage who is good at spiritual power will do, but it is not very helpful for mental power confrontation. Therefore, when it comes to real swords and guns to attack, more people are willing to meet the enemy with the original form of spiritual power, and they are not willing to spend their energy on unnecessary body shaping.

But the opponent in front of him not only cut his mental power into two parts, but also directly molded them into his true appearance, which is not a bit of a waste of mental power.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, the high-ranking mage suddenly shrank in his heart. He is so familiar with this face, because he has been busy for such a long time, the design is aimed at the owner of this face, the newly promoted number one in the spell competition - Mage Li Xun.

Wait... Why does it feel like something is wrong!

According to the plan, the messenger who was sent back at this time should be still halfway. Why did the young mage come here already, or did he come out of the apprentice's core area of ​​consciousness in such a strange way? Could it be that he has transformed this disciple into some kind of spiritual puppet existence?

The battlefield of the spiritual world is also a battlefield, how can he be allowed to think about problems there bored.

The two Li Xun who appeared at the same time snorted softly, one grabbed the mental cloud where Little Jack's consciousness was, and rushed towards the high-ranking mage, while the other Li Xun smiled strangely, disappeared in a flash, and then When it appeared, it had already appeared on the edge of the consciousness space, and followed the traces of the high-level mage when it came.

"Not good!" The high-level mage was terrified instantly, he couldn't understand what the enemy wanted to do.

For this mental power invasion, he has already used nearly 80% of his strength, which can be regarded as going all out. The spiritual power left in the body is not enough to protect itself. If this treacherous enemy's mental body breaks in at this time, I'm afraid...

Before he could turn his head around, the mental body where his consciousness was located trembled for no reason. The intense pain that penetrated the soul quickly diffused to every strand of the spiritual body, paralyzing his consciousness for two seconds, and for no reason missed the opportunity to intercept the intruder.

Damn it, there is another enemy in front of us!

If you don't deal with this enemy, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to return to defense.

Instantly understanding this point, the spiritual body possessed by the high-ranking mage burst out with overwhelming fighting intent and anger, and used all means to fight with the left-behind avatar of the young mage.

Little Jack's consciousness space suddenly became a battlefield of various lightning storms, psychic shock waves, and red lotus flames, transforming a peaceful and peaceful area into Senluo Hell. The two foreign spiritual bodies refused to give in to each other, and there were various methods of attacking the mind, and they fought evenly in a short time.

But at this time, in the small tent where Little Jack himself was, the body of the high-ranking mage sitting cross-legged trembled, and he slowly retracted the fingers that were pressing on the little mage's eyebrows, and stood up slowly and stiffly.

The space in the tent was too narrow, and the high-ranking mage could see everything with just one sweep of his eyes. Looking at the blood-stained little mage with the mage's torture tools on his body, he couldn't help but snorted coldly. Gently pointing, under the violent dismantling of the "mage's hand", the iron neck, needle gloves, magic ring and other equipment were taken off one by one, and the little mage was finally free again.

At this time, there were soft footsteps outside the small tent, and someone whispered outside:

"Lord Sassovar...Lord Sassovar..."

"Sasuovar? This name is vaguely familiar!" The high-ranking mage stroked his forehead, trying to recall.

It could be seen that the people who came also knew that the high-ranking mage was casting spells on the captives, so they didn't dare to rush in, and they didn't even dare to call too loudly.

"What's the matter?" Time was running out, and there was no time to check the memory of this high-ranking mage named Sasowal, so Li Xun could only answer vaguely with his throat squeezed.

"My lord, Master Saikar, please go over there. It seems that there is new news from the target!" The outsider replied respectfully.

Sekar? Grandmaster? Target?

A series of questions arose in Li Xun's mind, and he was able to analyze a lot of amazing information just by these words.

He has never heard of the name Sekar, but it seems that someone who can call himself a master in front of a high-ranking mage is at least a senior mage. As for the target, shouldn't it be me?

Just after suppressing the abnormal movement of the high-ranking mage's remaining mental power, Li Xun has no major problems directing this body, but casting spells is a bit reluctant. Without a stable soul node, without a seamless body, if you want to cast a spell, you can only transmit the power at multiple intervals. The power is attenuated so badly!

But at this moment, the soul fluctuations emitted by the Gorefiend's soul node are within a hundred miles, and they will arrive here in about half an hour, so there is no need to worry about accidents.

With a wave of Li Xunxin's hand, a simple illusion enveloped the little mage again. In the eyes of outsiders, the little mage still looks like he was fully restrained before.

After finishing the arrangement, Li Xun lifted the curtain and walked out of the small tent.

Waiting outside the tent was a mage apprentice dressed as a servant. Although he was not wearing the usual white apprentice's short robe, the shallow mana aura could not be concealed from Li Xun's perception.

"My lord, please come with me!" The junior apprentice bowed and saluted, then turned and led the senior mage to a large tent in the distance.

This is a camp.

Judging from the surrounding environment, it should be in a hidden valley.

The surrounding ridges are covered with snow, and the snow powder is scattered. Because the cold wind is blocked outside, the valley is quite warm under the warm winter sun.

However, the valley at this time was not peaceful, there were tents everywhere, and there were many sturdy fighters coming in and out of it, apparently setting up and busy with something.

The tent he was going to at the moment was undoubtedly the largest and most luxurious one in the valley. It was located in the center of the valley, surrounded by crowds like stars and moons. The guards outside the camp were heavily guarded by knights wearing a full set of shining armor, and there was a murderous look on the battlefield.

Xu Shi knew the identity of the high-level mage. The soldiers and knights he met along the way all saluted the mage with their chests, and no one dared to question him. So the two arrived at the gate of the tent smoothly.

The apprentice raised the curtain, Li Xun hesitated for a while, and finally stepped into the big tent.

At this time, he finally remembered that the reason why Sassovar's name is familiar is because the two really "know each other". If he remembered correctly, the high-ranking mage Sassovar should be his first opponent at the Dagon Academy of Magic. The process of fighting seemed unpleasant, so it is understandable that the other party held grudges against him.

There are not many people in the big tent, only a few three or four people. Sitting in the middle was an old red-robed mage, with cold eyes flickering on his wrinkled face like dead bark, holding a communication crystal in his hand, silently lost in thought. Sitting on the wooden chairs on the left side of the big tent were two high-ranking mages in blue robes, who were talking in a low voice. When they saw "Sassovar" coming in, they stopped talking. The second seat on the right side of the large tent sat a young nobleman, who was in the golden period of his life, playing with a green boulder in his hand, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Li Xun's pupils tightened slightly.

What the young nobleman held in his hands was the original form of hellfire—the Dirty Dark Stone, which should be the one he gave to Little Jack.

Li Xunqiang suppressed the anger in his chest, calmly walked to the head of the noble youth and sat down silently.

There is something wrong with the situation in the arena! I remember that at the beginning of the communication with Little Jack, he only mentioned that there was a high-ranking mage in the enemy team, but he had never seen the existence of a big master. And in the big tent in front of him, there is a big master and three high-ranking mages. It is a bit too extravagant for such a team to attack the mercenary team where Little Jack is in!

Just when Li Xun was thinking about it, the old master in red robe sitting on top had turned his face away, and asked in a deep voice, "Sassovar, your work is done? Did you find anything strange?" shape?"

"That little guy doesn't know much. I've searched through some suspicious places many times, but I didn't find any particularly valuable information!" "Sassovar" replied hoarsely with a slight bow. .

Several people in the tent looked at "Sasuovar" with puzzled eyes. Although they found that he was a little different from usual, and his voice was much more vague, they didn't think about it. They only thought that he was caused by excessive casting of spells. tired. Torturing a small level 2 mage can put him in such a mess, everyone can't help but lower their perception of him a little bit.

Ever since he suffered a big loss at the hands of that young mage, this "Sassovar" has become a little irritable and extreme, otherwise he would not be so easily persuaded to participate in this revenge. However, if this operation is successful, someone must come forward to take the matter to calm down the anger within the guild, otherwise the people present would really disdain to associate with such a loser.

The atmosphere in the big tent suddenly froze and became awkward.

"Sasuovar" didn't care about everyone's surprised and contemptuous gazes, and asked hoarsely: "Master, what's wrong with you sending someone to call me suddenly?"

"Well, something's really wrong!" The red-robed Daguo said with a serious expression on his face, "The information sent back from Oneiros City shows that the target's arcane tower had something strange about half an hour ago. The red cloud flew out, and the target pointed directly at our direction."

"Half an hour ago?"

"That's right. Calculating the time, it should be exactly the time for you to cast a spell on that little mage! That's why I want to know if you have ever sensed any abnormalities when casting the spell?"

"Sassovar" tilted his head to ponder for a moment, and said hesitantly: "The spirit of that little mage is extremely tough and difficult. In order to obtain a more complete memory information, I spent a little more time. I didn't perceive any abnormalities during the process." Mental fluctuations and spell traps shouldn't be the little mage's problem, right?"

The high-level mage sitting on the upper left couldn't help but said: "It's not the little mage's problem. Could it be that we leaked the news? In order to lure the target into ambush, we didn't show up at all in the previous actions, and you were the only one who appeared , so as not to scare away the lord. But now the mercenaries who left behind to report the letter are still halfway, and the target has already made some moves. Could it be that the information here has been leaked?"

The fellow mage sitting next to him also chimed in: "Maybe someone was careless for a while, and it's unknown if he didn't discover a particularly secret spiritual protection!"

The words and deeds of the two were full of disdain and contempt, and their words were so harsh that it made people's teeth cold.

Li Xun was quite relieved to hear that, but due to his limited status, he couldn't laugh and applaud. Instead, he needed luck to stir up his heart, so that a creepy red glow appeared on his face, and he pretended to be extremely angry.