Count of Wizards

Seeing this effect, Connor nodded in satisfaction. The power of the six magic-breaking bullets is basically the same as a full blow from a second-level magic item. From the looks of it, ordinary level 2 enchanted items won't have any effect on it.

The defense effect experiment is over, so it is natural to experiment, the attack effect of the Castilla Staff.

Putting a one-meter-thick steel plate specially used to test the power of enchanted items in the room, Connor had a thought, and suddenly clenched his hand holding the Castilla staff, forming a hexagonal The faint blue magic circle suddenly appeared around the steel plate.

In the next second, the hexagonal circle rises with a dark blue light curtain to buckle the steel plate in it. Other than Connor, others can no longer peek into the circle with mental power. As Connor finally spits out a word "Now !"

Four black warriors with swords in armor and without heads suddenly appeared in the hexagonal formation, and under Connor's control, they slashed towards the steel plate.

"Stab! Stab!..."

The four black warriors worked hard together, and within a short while, the steel plate that Connor worked so hard to create for the experimental power was turned into countless pieces of iron.

Scanning the iron block, Connor nodded in relief. According to his estimation, he fell into the hexagonal formation of the Castilla staff. As long as the opponent's strength does not exceed the range of the apprentice, the enemy's mana and spiritual power will be reduced. They are all subject to strong restrictions, and it is already very good to be able to display seven achievements in one's strength in the magic circle.

The strength of these four black warriors is equivalent to the big knights among the knights, but compared to the big knights, they have no life, so they will not feel pain. They will only become emotionless under the driving of Connor. Killing machines, and in the magic circle, they have the characteristics of shielding mental power. It is difficult for enemies trapped in the magic circle to detect them with mental power. Perhaps only when they kill them in front of them, the enemy will discover the black warrior. exist.

What's even more buggy is that as long as the magic circle exists and continues to operate, the black warriors are not afraid of being destroyed by the opponent in the magic circle. With the help of the magic circle, they will quickly recondense and continue to fight, so emotionless and infinitely painful Risen monsters that Connor believes will become a haunting nightmare for his enemies!

According to Connor's own calculations, if he concentrates all his mental power, he can condense six black warriors in the magic circle, but it will be very laborious and unable to cast other magical items and spells, so under normal circumstances it is very difficult to condense four. moderate.

This is true only with Connor's own mental strength, but once Connor uses the silver light pendant to increase his strength, Connor feels that he can condense up to ten black warriors at once, but it will be very difficult, so in the silver light pendant Connor thinks it is very moderate to condense the eight black warriors under the increase.

After experimenting with the two major abilities of the Castilla Staff, Connor was very happy in his heart. The power of the Castilla Staff is worth so much effort to refine it.

For the next few days, Connor stayed in the room, monitoring Dukulei's clinic. In order to avoid abusing others, he did not use mental power to assist in monitoring, but used a small gadget made by himself— —The Alchemy Telescope came to help him monitor. Connor transferred the characteristics of Salah he had searched from Dr. Dukure's memory to the Alchemy Telescope, and the Alchemy Telescope would automatically search for targets for him.

The advantage of using the alchemy telescope is that the alchemy telescope has no mental power and will not produce energy fluctuations. Even if this Salah is cunning, he will never find anyone using this thing and waiting for him.

To be honest, for Connor, the appearance of Salah did not make him wait for too long. Just in the middle of the night of the fifth day of monitoring the Dukure clinic, the alchemy telescope burst out with a "beep beep" sound, which will Connor, who was meditating, woke up with a start.

Standing behind the glass window of the room, watching the ghostly figure galloping towards the Dukulei clinic in the distance, a sneer appeared on the corner of Connor's mouth.

Mr. Salah, I have been waiting for you for a long time!

"Dukore, you did a great job, you actually collected so much sulfur!" In the underground warehouse under the clinic, Salah looked in surprise at the sulfur stone exuding a pungent smell in front of him, and looked at the sulfur stone beside him with satisfaction. Dukure said:

"I bought so much brimstone for you, Mr. Salah, what about the more advanced fire therapy that you promised me?" Given the opportunity, he hesitated and made his request to Salah.

However, what he never expected was that Salah, who heard his request, changed his face in an instant, and his face no longer had the joy just now. He glanced at Dukulei beside him with contempt, and said He said coldly: "The value of what you have done is far from enough for the more advanced method of fire therapy!"

"Then how far am I?" Dukure gritted his teeth and asked, he didn't feel the coldness in Salah's words, but now he has asked, naturally he just wanted to understand .

"Not enough!" Seeing that Dukulei still dared to ask, Salah looked at Dukulei with a icy glint in his eyes, and said word by word:

"This humble ordinary person, I have given him the low-level method handed down by the great Celta, and he dares to make an inch. If this person is not worth something, I will sacrifice him to the great Celta! "

"Who?" At this moment, Mr. Sarahe seemed to be aware of something screaming, and red flames appeared all over his body.

"Scared, scared, scared!"

There was a burst of applause in the basement, and a handsome man in black robe walked into the basement with a smile on his face while clapping his hands and said, "Your Excellency is indeed worthy of being a disciple of the Celta Cult. Your Excellency found out just as soon as I showed a little trick. Yes, I'm really admirable!"

"It's you! Connor Ferguson!" Looking at the handsome face of the man in black robe, this Mr. Salah seemed to exclaim very unexpectedly.

"Your Excellency actually recognizes me? It looks like I've found the right person!" The man in black robe, that is, Connor, smiled lightly:

"Hmph! No wonder we haven't been able to find you in the past few days. It turns out that you touched me here, so it doesn't matter if I catch you here!" Salah snorted coldly, and a murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

"Catch me? Your Excellency is joking. I am the hunter here, and you are the prey. I advise you not to surrender on the spot by mistake, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood!" Connor said sincerely with the same smile on his face: