Warhammer Wizard

After Darama issued the challenge, he looked around the hall.

There is a protective magic circle inside the tower. With the strength of himself and Raistlin, it is impossible to cause much damage, but it may alarm the teacher and leave a bad impression, so he said, "Let's go to the magic training room."

"No, it's here, it will be over soon anyway." Raistlin said lightly, "If you can't even control your own spell damage, then I'm so disappointed."

His voice didn't fluctuate in the slightest, but what he said made everyone present feel boundless arrogance, but it seemed like a matter of course.

Madara's expression was stagnant again, and then she couldn't believe it, she was actually looked down upon by others!

Even in the kingdom of elves, no clansmen dared to underestimate him. I never thought that a human being of unknown origin would dare to speak such nonsense.

Dalama sneered, "I have to learn your skills."

Raistlin walked to the middle of the hall and stood ten paces away from Dalamar.

The atmosphere became tense, and the other four students retreated to the edge of the hall and looked at each other. They knew very well about Dalama's strength, but they didn't know anything about Raistlin, so they didn't quite believe that Raistlin could win. The genius among the high elves.

Polaris smiled sweetly, "I'll be the referee."

The wizards of Floating City often have duels, both for exchanges and for personal grudges. Over the years, a set of duel rules has been formed.

Raistlin and Dalamar both recognized her.

Polaris took two steps forward to confirm that the two were ready, raised her hand and released a simple trick, a red light flew out from her fingers, hung at the midpoint between the two, and condensed into a talisman Alphanumeric, countdown from five seconds.

The red light jumped, and the numbers exploded from one jump to zero.

boom!

This light sound means the duel begins.

Dalama had already locked on Raistlin, and cast the first spell almost as soon as the red light burst.

He is proficient in shadow spells. He is currently a third-level mage. He has mastered more than 20 spells. Although he only has the first and second levels, he has devoted a lot of time and energy to research, giving full play to his spellcasting talent, and has studied several of them. Extremely high realm, forming his own fighting style.

In Mana Surge, the spell is instantly cast.

But not the most commonly used shield for spellcasters in combat.

"It's too risky!"

Polaris and others thought that the body of the caster is fragile, and normally the first spell to cast is always a shield to ensure their own safety.

Attacking the enemy without opening the shield can get the first move, but it is too aggressive.

A spellcaster without a shield is nothing short of streaking. This is the lesson that countless wizards and wizards have summed up with their lives.

In the next instant, everyone saw a black fog with a radius of about three meters emerging out of thin air, with Raistlin as the center, and covering him.

Second Ring Black Mist Technique!

From the perspective of others, the black fog is not thick, and the target figure inside can be clearly seen, but in the eyes of the subject, the whole world is darkened, and the effect is the same as that of the blinding technique, and this layer of black fog will follow Moving towards the target, it is difficult to get rid of.

Beginner casters can't master displacement spells yet, and there is no effective solution to the negative effects of such ranged spells.

Generally, you can only open up the protection, hold it until the end of the black fog spell, and become a target for the duration of the spell.

In the past, Dalama, with his instant-cast Black Mist, hardly encountered any opponent among the casters of the same level, and could easily win.

He observed for a moment, Raistlin in the black mist didn't move, he simply opened up a layer of rainbow-like vector shield.

There is nothing surprising about this response, just like other opponents.

Dalama didn't care, he first opened the shadow shield for himself.

At the same time, he ran silently in small steps, and while pulling away so that Raistlin would not notice his position change, he began to cast a third spell.

A dark green arrow of acid formed on the hand.

And Raistlin was still standing in the same place, his eyes were out of focus, it seemed that his vision was completely blocked by the black fog technique, and he couldn't see anything.

After half a breath, Dalama's spell was completed.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. This arrow of strong acid has reached the second ring. It is the strongest spell that he has mastered. Even the vector shield with the best protection effect, once hit, the corrosive acid will wrap the shield. Shield, you can break the shield in a few seconds, add one or two spells, and the winning ticket is in hand.

"With such a big tone, it turns out that he is just a mediocre and arrogant guy. I don't know what the teacher likes about him?"

Dalama thought to himself, and threw the arrow of acid.

However, the moment the spell was completed, it was suddenly interrupted by an obscure wave, the dark green acid dissipated, and then backlashed into the brain, the mana oscillated, and the soul was also severely impacted.

Dalama's footsteps staggered, and her face turned pale.

"Counterspell."

Spyrohawk exclaimed in surprise.

Dalama, who had a splitting headache, also reacted. He was well aware of the power and difficulty of counter-spell. Raistlin was in the dark fog. He not only found himself accurately, but also seized the opportunity to counterattack.

This hand alone is enough to show Raistlin's superb spellcasting skills.

But what happened next was completely beyond everyone's imagination. Raistlin raised his hand in the black mist, and the light flickered between his fingers.

Four spindle-shaped arcane missiles erupted.

The purple missile was about the length of a finger, pointed at both ends, thick in the middle, and extremely fast. It flew out of the black mist, dragging a long silk-like trajectory, and shot at Dalamar from different directions.

The first batch of four missiles just flew out, and the second batch of missiles followed.

shhhhhh...

The missile made a high-pitched whistle.

Raistlin pointed at Dalamar, and the rays of light bloomed round after round. Each round was four arcane missiles. In just two breaths, he completed five spell castings, each of which was instant cast.

A full twenty arcane missiles flew at high speed in mid-air.

And the casting continues.

When the third round of missiles was generated, the four missiles in the first round had just been shot in front of Darama. The high elves were unable to counterattack and dodge due to the backlash of their spells, and watched helplessly as the missiles hit their shields.

The missile hit the shield, making a loud bang.

The translucent shield vibrated, and the surface was like ripples on the surface of the water. Before it subsided, four more missiles arrived and continued to bombard.

Intense explosions came in a series, and Dalama was beaten back, completely unable to fight back.

"This……"

Polaris and the others were stunned.

Arcane missiles are very common low-level spells. At one level, you can create three missiles, and they are quick to cast, but their power is not outstanding. Three missiles are difficult to control. As long as the opponent is prepared, it is difficult to pose a threat.

Raistlin's Arcane Missiles have four, which means they are at least two.

But what shocked everyone was the speed of his spellcasting. Not only could he cast spells instantly, but he could also cast spells continuously without the slightest pause or gap. Each missile flew out of its own trajectory, and the missiles flew all over the sky, almost drowning Dalamar !

The fluctuations of the shadow shield are getting more and more violent.

Dalama finally recovered from the backlash, and immediately blessed himself with a hazy technique, hiding himself in a blurred phantom, trying to get rid of the bombardment of the missile.

bang bang bang...

To his surprise, the missile still hit him after penetrating the phantom, and not one was missed.

"The haze technique has no effect."

Dalama looked at Raistlin, who was still in the black mist, in awe, and finally understood that Raistlin must have some kind of extremely powerful magic eye-like spell.

But he woke up too late.

His shadow shield was extremely defensive, far exceeding that of spellcasters of the same level, but it also had a limit. After being bombarded by nearly thirty missiles, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed like a bubble.

The next missile followed, hitting Dalamar.

A layer of elemental armor appeared on his body, but the armor was mainly used to protect energy damage. The defense effect against force field attacks such as missiles was not good. After two bangs, the armor was penetrated. .

Dalama no longer had any protection, a missile penetrated his abdomen, blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

Before that, Raistlin had stopped casting spells.

This happens to be the last arcane missile.

Dalama on the ground was full of pain, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound, staring at Raistlin after the black mist dissipated, his face full of unwillingness.

"Dalama lost!"

The other students watching the battle were a little hard to accept such a result. It was conceivable that Dalama would lose, but they couldn't believe that Raistlin had won with only one arcane missile.

Jenna felt sympathetic and raised her hand to cast "Secondary Hydrotherapy" to heal Dalama.

"Wait, the battle isn't over."

It was the half-orc wizard Garu who stopped Jenna aloud, and there was doubt on his face. Polaris is also frowning, only Jenna and Spyrohawk, who is inexperienced in combat, did not react.

At this moment, the Dalamar on the ground disappeared like a phantom.

"Stupid Illusion!"

Jenna was shocked. She didn't notice when Darama cast this spell. She looked around and couldn't find where Darama's true body was hiding.

She immediately looked at Raistlin.

I saw that his face was still expressionless, and he was not surprised at all. Obviously, he already knew about Dalama's tricks.

At this moment, a burst of energy fluctuations suddenly appeared.

The wizards present all had keen perception, and immediately sensed the fluctuations. They found Dalama emerging from the shadow behind Raistlin, and the distance between the two was extremely close and within reach.

Dalama has no shield outside, but the spell has been completed.

His right palm became as black as ink, and black flames ignited. Polaris and Sparrowhawk recognized at a glance that it was the second-ring black flame hand, which had extremely terrifying destructive power. The shield can almost be broken with one blow, and the black flame burns on the enemy while attacking the soul.

Since it can only be used in melee range, very few spellcasters will study the Hand of Black Flame.

But at this time, it is an excellent opportunity for Dalama to turn defeat into victory.

The counter-spell is very powerful, but there are three ways to solve it.

The first is to cast the spell instantly, so that he can't counter it in time; the second is to pull the distance away, and the range of the counter-spell is relatively short; the third is to avoid the field of vision, so that the spell cannot be countered if you can't see the casting.

Dalama used the third method, walking around behind Raistlin to avoid interrupting his spell.

The students watching the game were all in awe.

Damara really lived up to her reputation. When facing Raistlin's Arcane Missile Storm, she came up with a countermeasure and executed it perfectly.

Once the shield is broken, with Raistlin's fragile body, Dalama can knock him down without magic.

Snapped!

With a light sound, Dalama's hand of black flame had already pressed on the vector shield. Under the erosion of the flame composed of shadow energy, the rainbow light on the shield rippled, but it did not collapse as expected.

Not only did it not collapse, it didn't even fluctuate too violently.

Darama's hand felt extremely hard. It seemed that his hand of black flames had no effect at all, but simply used the palm of his hand to try to penetrate a wall of steel.

His face couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, he saw Raistlin turn around and look at him.

Raistlin's eyes were calm and indifferent, he blinked, and there was an indescribable message from the depths of his pupils.

In an instant, Dalama was hit.

He seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, his mind was filled with boundless chaos, his consciousness was blank, his eyes were rolling wildly, bloodshot was dense, his body was still in place but slightly twitched and twitched, as if he was on the verge of losing control.

"What's up with him?"

Polaris and the others couldn't understand. They couldn't see Raistlin's gaze, but Dalama suddenly stopped in front of Raistlin and stopped attacking.

Naturally, Raistlin wouldn't explain it to anyone. This is the "delirium technique" that comes with the Touch of Mystery clone.

It has an effect similar to the "fear technique", which belongs to the transcendent element. It is displayed through the eyes, but it is more powerful and more difficult to defend against, but it will not frighten the enemy and run around, like a walking dead without defense.

Under the puzzled gazes of Polaris and the others, Raistlin grabbed Darama's wrist and pressed it on Darama's chest.

The Hand of Black Flame is a continuous spell. After completion, it can last for a period of time.

Dalama was still in delirium, ignorant of the pain, and in the sizzling sound, the dark palm almost submerged into the flesh, and a palm print was burned on the chest.

Until Raistlin let go, the delirium spell just ended.

"what……"

Dalama's consciousness returned to her body, she let out a scream, and then fell to the ground.

The energy of the hand of black flame invaded his soul, and boundless pain poured into his mind. The high elves had not experienced the ritual of soul transformation, and their ability to bear pain was not as good as that of wizards. After rolling around on the ground for a few times, he gradually remembered that he was still Duel with people.

He resisted the pain and stopped rolling, lying face up, and found that everyone was looking at him with very complicated eyes.

Raistlin stood just a few steps away, looking down at himself.

"The spellcasting skills are good, and the combat response is also very fast, but it's still far from challenging me." Raistlin glanced at the handprint on Dalama's chest, "Pain is the best lesson, it can make you remember it more deeply. , welcome revenge at any time."

After speaking, Raistlin turned and entered his room.

It was not until his figure disappeared behind the door that Dalama sat up, his forehead wet with cold sweat from the pain.

A few people from Polaris came over, and everyone had lingering fears on their faces.

Dalama's strength is obvious to all. In the past few years, he has hardly encountered any opponents in Wezeland Floating City. He can be called invincible at the same level. Facing Raistlin, he was beaten so miserably. would be worse.

Spyrohawk looked in awe, "No wonder the teacher called Raistlin's name first!"

Garou also nodded in sympathy.

"He hasn't moved." Polaris said suddenly.

"What?" Sparrowhawk didn't understand for a moment, and it took a few seconds to realize that Polaris meant that Raistlin had been standing there from the beginning to the end of this battle, not moving a single step. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This detail suddenly silenced everyone.

Dalama is even more aware of the gap between himself and Raistlin. This kind of psychological pain is more difficult for him to accept than the physical pain.

Polaris couldn't help but asked curiously, "Dalamar, how did he control you just now?"

The high elves didn't like to sit on the ground and be surrounded by people. He stood up slowly, without saying a word, and was unwilling to answer Polaris' question.

"Let me treat you."

Jenna cast a hydrotherapy technique on Dalama, the pain was relieved, and the palm print on her chest was also healing, but the traces from the flames could not be completely removed, and it looked terrifying.

After she tried it a few times, she shook her head and said, "The erosive power of the hand of black flames is too strong. You'd better go to the teacher immediately, or you will have sequelae and suffer endless torture."

Dalama took out the badge and was about to open the portal, but he hesitated.

He remembered Raistlin's words, and said in a low voice, "No need, pain will become my best friend and inspire me to move forward. I will keep this handprint until the day I defeat him."

Dalamar regained the elven pride.

He saluted gracefully to everyone, and staggered to open the door of his room and went in, leaving behind the four Polaris who looked at each other.

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