Count of Wizards

"Emerson, since you were able to place alchemy bombs near my formation equipment, you must also know something about the magic circle, so do you know what the magic circle you just destroyed?" Connor's faint voice, in the magic circle Floating in the air, passed into Emerson's ears.

"Hmph, I don't know what kind of formation that is. I just need you to stall for time and prepare to deal with my deployment!" With a cold snort, Emerson, who was trapped in the formation, said sarcastically. It started suddenly, and rushed to the barrier of the magic circle at a very fast speed, trying to break out of the circle.

However, when Emerson just came to the barrier of the magic circle and had not had time to attack the barrier, several black warriors holding sharp blades and fearless of death suddenly rushed out of the black mist around Emerson. Loose wrists, neck... etc. cut off severely.

A flash of light flashed in Emerson's eyes, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket again, but this time he was not as leisurely as yesterday. It only took him a second to smoke a cigarette and blow out a smoke ring. It was done, and the smoke ring he spit out exploded just as Emerson thought, before the black warrior's blade slashed.

"boom!"

There was a muffled explosion, and the bursting smoke ring immediately caused the black warrior rushing to the front to be blown to pieces, but Emerson's eyes were full of disappointment about the effect of the explosion, except for the black warrior who rushed to the front and died. In addition to being miserable, the remaining black warriors only suffered some skin trauma, which was completely different from the effect Emerson wanted. Although he was very disappointed, Emerson had to put his disappointment aside first. The back of the head, because the sharp blade that was shining in front of him still killed him!

"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!"

Thanks to Emerson's background as a killer, coupled with the elusive black dagger in his hand, he only moved twice like a butterfly wearing a flower, not only defusing the black warrior's attack, but also killing the two black warriors in the second wave. The samurai was shattered. Although Emerson killed very beautifully, but there are ten black warriors in Connor's magic circle. Connor's mana in the formation can support him, and the Black Warrior can be called immortal, so Emerson, who just defeated the second wave of the Black Warrior's siege, fell into the third wave of the Black Warrior's siege.

"The formation you destroyed today is called the Dark Forbidden Formation. It is a formation specially used for concealment and siege. This formation is not very aggressive and suppresses the enemy's mental power and mana. But the magic circle you are facing now is called the Castilla magic circle, and it is the main attack method of the second-tier top-level magic item, the Castilla staff. Have you felt its power now?" The magic circle Connor's plain voice wafted from all directions into Emerson's ears. Although Connor's voice was very clear, no matter how hard Emerson tried, he couldn't find Connor in the magic circle. s position.

After going through several waves of black warriors in just one or two minutes, Emerson's eyes were full of negative emotions such as anxiety and impatience. There is no doubt that he finally tasted the meaning of Connor's words, If it is not in the circle, then Emerson is confident that there will be no more than ten black warriors anywhere, even twenty black warriors will definitely not be his opponent!

However, in the castilla magic circle, under the suppression of the energy of the magic circle, every time he casts a spell and makes an action, not only the power will be reduced by 20% to 40% compared with the normal situation, but the mana that needs to be consumed is even higher than normal. In such an extremely unfavorable situation, you have to face ten killing machines that are endless, tireless, fearless, and don't know what pain is. There is no absolute advantage in your strength, if you can break through and leave, then you will taste what despair is here!

Despite the impatient look in his eyes, Emerson's killer heart is still very calm. He knows that he must leave here at all costs. Become another ghost who died at the hands of Connor!

Once again, he managed to drive the dagger three times in front of him, trying to intimidate his two black warriors. A flash of determination flashed in Emerson's eyes, and he directly took out the one used to attack Connor yesterday from the space ring. A dark purple flying needle, but seeing that he held the flying needle in his palm and said plausibly, while driving the dagger Dikon Black Warrior's invasion, it seems that he didn't want to use this flying needle again like yesterday. Instead of attacking Connor, it seems that he wants to... blew up this rare flying needle type second-level magic item, and then used the shock wave formed by the self-detonation of this magic item to break out of the magic circle in one fell swoop?

Standing in the corner of the Castilian circle, Connor saw Emerson's actions in his eyes. Instead of any panic about Emerson's self-destruction of the magic item, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but Connor No matter how you look at this smile, it is full of pity.

"clatter!"

In the mourning of the dark purple flying needle, when Emerson was about to complete the self-destruct of this demonized item, there was a crisp finger snapping sound in Emerson's ear, and his initial attention was all on how to resist the endless Emerson, who was attacked by the black warrior and caused the flying needle to explode, didn't care about the sudden snap of fingers, but after the snap, Emerson was horrified to find that the dark purple flying needle in his palm was It was completely out of his control!

Just when Emerson didn't know what happened and was a little overwhelmed, he discovered again that the dark purple flying needle had erupted with violent energy fluctuations. Emerson, who discovered this situation, made a decisive decision and wanted to fly The needle was thrown out, but at this time, it was already too late. The flying needle exploded before Emerson threw it out. Emerson didn't even have time to utter a whine, and the whole person was self-exploded by the dark purple flying needle It was a body smashed to pieces, flesh and blood flying everywhere, not even a single complete bone remained.

Walking out of the black mist, feeling the disgusting smell of blood wafting in the magic circle, Connor shook his head slowly and said to himself in a low voice, "The flying needle was refined by Reyes, I I am studying the alchemy of Reyes. Now that the flying needle is in my hands, I can see the function of the flying needle at a glance. I just need to make some small changes... Emerson's It is your destiny!"