Blood of Mercury

Even if there was a terrible explosion on Brokenmaw Avenue before, Marcus only symbolically sent two wizards to the tavern where the explosion occurred to check.

After confirming that no one had planted a bomb in the tavern, the two wizards simply set up barricades and went back immediately.

From then on, everyone knew that war was inevitable.

Since the explosion, the noise of the Broken Throat Avenue has become louder and louder. People with special plans in their hearts jumped into the sun, talking loudly, and gathered a large number of confused and disturbed people. And anxiety and panic also began to pass on to each other like a plague, and even gradually spread to nearby neighborhoods along with people who fled here.

But what makes those who are a little more sensible can't put their minds at ease is that His Excellency the Silent Wizard does not say a word to the chaotic scene in front of him. Neither those who jumped out like clowns and shouted for something, nor those who fished in troubled waters who had already started looting in the chaos, were not put to death by the patrolling wizards of the Brokenmaw Staff.

It was as if Lord Marcus had abandoned them.

At this moment, Roland just came out of the sewer. There were only twenty-five bottles left in the suitcase.

Although bombs have only been placed on Broken Throat Avenue and several nearby areas, that's all Roland needs at the moment.

Chaos is contagious. As long as a torrent of chaos and fear is caused in the beginning, the chaos will naturally spread to the entire city of wealth after running around.

He looked up at the people who were running in chaos, at the people who started smashing, screaming, and scrambling together, at the clown on the bridge chanting freedom and a new order, frowning and thinking for a while, Then retreated into the shadows of the alley.

Just when the chaos reached a climax, a pale blue halo that faded to almost colorless flickered from Marcus' stagnation point, like a fire rising in the dark night, and like a beacon in a storm, almost. In an instant, the people of Broken Throat Avenue calmed down a lot.

After a few weak jumps, the light blue halo suddenly became hundreds of times brighter, violently jumping and condensing into a bucket-thick halo, and the silver-gray streamer flickered above the halo to form a large rune. , a figure like a blue crystal gradually solidified into a solid body surrounded by runes.

Afterwards, it was exactly the same as the real person, but the gray-robed wizards with dull expressions came out one after another from the halo.

But Roland knew that this was not the teleportation technique of the enchantment wizard, but the simulacrum of the battle wizard.

Although it sounds tall, it is nothing more than an improved mirror technique.

In the White Tower, even combat wizards are divided into several genres: those who flexibly use flying techniques and magic storage props to carry out irresistible high-altitude bombing and aerial warfare; those who use various types of close-knit wizards like the magic knife wizard. Those who use weapons to limit and weaken the enemy, and then use weapons to kill the enemy simply and neatly; and those who use all kinds of unpredictable illusions and defensive witchcraft to put themselves in an absolutely safe place, and then calmly use various means to solve the opponent.

The Broken Maw, led by the Silent Wizard, is the last one.

Because of the chaotic magic field that surrounds the Balan Mountain forever, the entire Farraro is surrounded by various magical creatures. To ease the pressure, Farraro even has several permanent employment agreements with the Shrine of the God of Contracts.

Forced by this environment, everyone who grows up in Fararo has to learn how to fight all kinds of strange and magical creatures. Fortunately, the south side of Fararo is right next to the White Tower, so Fararo people are not like Caral who fear and hate wizards because they do not understand. Starting from the generation of the old king of Ferraro, in the more than ten years of savings, the Ferraro people have also formed several wizarding groups as elite reserves.

The Broken Maw is one of them.

I saw one after another translucent virtual images congealed into solid objects in the air, then disappeared in place, and appeared randomly in another place, outlining the silver-gray base points one by one.

Not long after, a roar like thunder began to be heard faintly in the air.

But the most conspicuous thing is the steel staff in their hands that is more than one meter long and does not seem to be any different from a long-handled axe.

Metal-doped staffs cannot write laws about temperature changes, prophecies, and logical strike types, and can make space and storm sorcery violent and uncontrollable, so most wizards avoid using metal in their staffs. Material.

However, the reason why the Broken Maw Staff dared to use a staff made of pure steel—or an axe staff, just took advantage of this feature.

The Fararuo people have been bathed in chaotic magic power since birth, and magic power is rushing in their blood. They are the easiest people to transfer to Berserkers besides the Suze people. But in the same way, the Fararas are not as sensitive to the laws of Aum as the Titans are—in other words, their bloodline attributes are high, but their perception attributes are inherently insufficient.

Under this circumstance, it is easy for the Farara people to become a wizard, but it is extremely difficult to become a wizard of the bronze rank or above, and it is basically impossible to become a wizard of the silver rank.

After all, if they can't perceive the laws of the Wall of Orm, their souls can't be sublimated from it at all.

Marcus is a special case. The reason why he was able to advance all the way to the golden pinnacle on the way of the wizard, and even vaguely touch his own origin, is because of his special blood——

He is a demigod.

It does not refer to the mixed blood of devils, but the mixed blood of demonized creatures.

To be precise, his father was a howling son - a two-headed giant wolf that constantly emits terrifying howls and roars, and was born with a strong magical creature of the silver rank.

The chaotic magic power flowing in his blood allows him to unleash the roaring technique and scream of fear at will, so he is naturally regarded as a monster by the villagers, and has been persecuted by the villagers for many times. But because of his own blood, he was naturally much more sensitive than other wizards.

Not to mention his story. In short, after he became Lao Shan Wang's most trusted wizard advisor, he proposed to use himself as a model to form a wizard team-Marcus didn't mean to let them be wolves, but to let some lack of talent Wizards try to harness the power of rage after training.

He poured his own blood into the bodies of these young wizards, then gave them all-metal staffs, and taught them only a few of the sorceries of space and storms for quick success.

After training, they had to crush their own throats themselves. While making an oath of silence in exchange for the ability to cast silent spells, you can also restrain yourself from the terrifying roar that is emitted all the time.

Then, the Broken Maw appeared.

This is a terrifying army that only has the black iron rank, but can exert the destructive power of the bronze rank.

Even if there are only fifty people here~www.NovelMTL.com~, seeing the dark clouds that began to gather in the sky, no one doubts that they will destroy the lock of green fruit in an instant.

This is a ritual-level joint spellcasting purely using the fifth-ring thunder technique as a sample witchcraft. At the cost of reducing the first-order destructive power, the impact surface is increased hundreds of times.

This is not some esoteric witchcraft ritual. If fifty black iron rank wizards performed a joint spell, it would take less than twenty minutes to complete the spell.

It is foreseeable that after the thunder strikes, not only the lock of Qingguo, but also the area near Qingguo Avenue will be smashed by the thunder that falls from the sky. Although wooden buildings can provide some insulation, they simply cannot withstand the high temperatures of lightning.

Moreover, the bodies of these sorcerers are hidden elsewhere, using the transmission and casting characteristics of simulacrum entities to remotely arrange sorcery rituals. It can be said that if you don't know where their body is, you can't interrupt this ritual at all; if you don't interrupt this ritual, this war will end as soon as it starts.

"That would be too boring, wouldn't it?"

Roland leaned against the alley, looked up at the increasingly dim sky, and showed a happy smile.

As if he had a headache, he made a fist with his right hand and gently pressed his forehead, with a hint of silver metallic light faintly revealing between his fingers.

"In the name of unity, mutual assistance, equality, and reproduction," Roland opened his mouth and said softly in a very gentle voice, "No. 5, No. 7, No. 13, No. 20, No. 21, immediately detonate."

At that moment, the whole street seemed to be quiet.

Only Roland and the professor knew—

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