Blood of Mercury

At that moment, a series of roars sounded in various places on the Bone Broken Avenue.

The earth was howling, the air whistled and swept away dust and bricks and blasted around, and the screams and curses of people were drowned in the roar.

At this time, of course, no one noticed that the physical simulacrums of the Broken Maw Staff that kept flashing in the air disappeared in an instant. The remaining half of the physical simulacrum also began to become translucent due to the turbulent flow of magical power, and the electric light flashed with a crackle like an unstable signal.

The lack of casters directly led to the breakdown of the ritual. When the silver-gray nodes in the air were extinguished one by one, the violent electric current immediately began to crawl on the dark clouds, and the hurricane with a slight smell swept through the air, and the air pressure dropped instantly, so that the few people who could still keep calm began to feel a little flustered.

At this moment, a silver-gray light flashed, and a tall middle-aged man with long slightly curly hair instantly appeared in the middle of the entire ceremony venue.

The gust of wind caused by the disorder of magical power blew randomly in the air, blowing the man's long brown hair wildly, revealing the bronze skin that is rarely seen in the North. The most striking thing was the long, slender scar on the man's cheeks that ran across his lips as if he had a blade in it.

That man was Marcus.

After the golden-level wizard who had tried to contact the origin appeared in the air, he didn't make a sound. He just made two simple gestures, and the silver-gray halo that was gradually dimmed around was instantly covered with brighter silver.

After he took over the dominance of the ritual, these magic powers not only stopped dissipating, but instead gathered together, with a frequency like breathing, light and dark, constantly multiplying at a slow and firm speed.

Only one person joined the ceremony, and the effect was almost comparable to that of nearly thirty people's Broken Maw.

But he was also held in place by the ceremony and couldn't get out.

Whatever happens, it has to go on until at least three-quarters of the ceremony is done. Otherwise, the magic of the reverse flow alone is enough to make the participants of the ceremony have less control over the witchcraft. For himself, this is nothing more than a significant drop in the success rate of his spells within a certain period of time; but for the Shattermaw Staff, who are already using magic power beyond the control limit, this can almost kill them. .

Marcus's hated teeth were about to shatter.

I don't know who I have offended recently. First, His Majesty personally ordered the two people to be taken care of by the people of Qingguozhi to be taken away, and then his street was thrown into chaos due to the explosion.

He thought it was an accident, but he didn't expect the explosion to be so precise. Several witch positions hidden underground were bombed to the sky with more than 20 wizards he carefully trained.

Because of his modification of the Shattermaw Staff, these wizards who use frenzied magic can no longer use the ordinary stance wall as a defense. Covered by an explosion of this level in the core area of ​​the explosion without protection, it can be said that there will be no dead bodies for sure, and whether they can find Mo depends on their position before death.

But in addition to his anger, Marcus also had a tinge of fear that could not be ignored for the planners of the explosion.

He knew almost nothing about causing the explosion. Whether it was the explosives used, the time and place of placement, how to find out the sorcery positions he set up, whether there were spies or betrayed by the upper echelons... He didn't know anything about it. He didn't even know what the person who caused the explosion wanted.

At the same time, he had an almost foreboding fear wrapped around his chest, which became more apparent as time went on:

The number of witchcraft positions that were detonated was too dangerous. Totally just right.

In the case of maintaining his perception of the outside world and maintaining the protective magic on himself, Marcus can only replace at most six magic positions. If Marcus is forced to replace the seven sorcery positions to complete the ritual, then in a short period of time, he will completely lose his sense of the Wall of Orm—that is, he will completely lose the ability to cast spells.

What Marcus is afraid of is that since the other party has already identified his five witchcraft positions, there is no reason to find the remaining four.

If he detonated half of the remaining positions—no, even one of them—when he was guiding the ritual, then Marcus was almost entangled here.

But the Green Fruit Lock can't be let go. I don't know who secretly passed the news, and the lock of green fruit seems to have learned in advance that the rod of the broken throat wants a war. Marcus' Sorcerer's Eye has seen from a distance that since a vision appeared over Broken Throat Avenue, the Green Fruit Chain has already begun to prepare for the battle.

**** it!

Marcus' eyes were instantly filled with bloodshots, and the wild blood from his father made his reason almost boil.

Originally, he should have the absolute initiative here. But because of this inexplicable explosion, even if the other witchcraft positions were not detonated, the guiding ceremony that reassured him until the end, the first mover was already lost.

If he were to successfully put this witchcraft within the scope of Qingguo Avenue, not to mention the specific lethality, the street that burned instantly would be enough to dampen morale. In terms of the average integrity level of the mercenaries in the City of Fortune, it can be said that after the first round of thunder bombing, the opponent's motley army basically fled.

But now that the enemy has reacted and reacted, even if his sorcery is completed immediately, it has lost its tactical value.

Marcus swears that if he finds the **** who planted bombs in his street, he will definitely put on an iron jacket full of blades, and then use his twisted stance to crumple the **** together with the jacket.

Looking down at the people who gradually calmed down, Marcus reluctantly felt a little comfort in his heart.

If nothing else, at least I haven't been here in vain these days.

These people believe in themselves so much, so at least, stick to them to the end!

With a similar thought in mind, the residents around Roland who were fleeing indiscriminately stopped one after another, looking up and staring at Marcus who was floating in the air.

Although they don't know much about the current situation, at least they know that if Lord Marcus can stabilize the situation, maybe they still have hope?

These ordinary people don't know much about wizards, but they think that no matter how powerful wizards are, they won't be able to defeat more than 300 strong people by more than 50 wizards, right?

Especially what happened to some of the wizards and lords in the explosion...

But looking at Marcus' calm face, the long-lost courage seemed to slowly reverberate in his chest.

Maybe, can you win?

No, even if you can't win, do you have to admit defeat before you start?

They remembered their rhetoric when they were young, their relatives and friends who lost their lives because they violated all kinds of messy rules, and remembered—

Just when they were still in conflict between running away and staying here, a very excited young voice came from the side: "Master Marcus, come on!"

"Yes, Lord Marcus, come on!"

"Come on! Lord Marcus!"

"Damn, I won't run away! I won't run away!"

That young voice seemed to be a fuse~www.NovelMTL.com~ These residents were moved by it and shouted excitedly.

The emotions in people's hearts are intertwined, and the courage that has not been seen for a long time warms the hearts of the residents under the dark clouds like sunshine.

That is the color of hope. It looked so beautiful in a desperate situation.

After taking the lead in shouting, Roland cleared his throat, moved his feet lightly without a trace, and left the position where he was just standing.

Yes, it is naturally a good thing to be excited and hopeful. Only in this way can Roland fulfill the expectations of the long-sleeping mentor.

However, the current hope is too fragile, and it is no different from an illusion. It only takes an easy blow to "wake up" them. The hope in that desperate situation is as beautiful but fragile as glass. Only by forging this fragile hope into steel can it be possible to save them.

So, what can we use to forge hope?

Roland showed a dazzling smile.

"Nature is despair. Only despair that is submerged to the point of suffocation can make the rare hope beautiful and touching, so..."

"In the name of unity, mutual assistance, equality, and reproduction, No. 6, detonate immediately! No. 8 will detonate with a 30-second delay, and No. 9 to 12 will detonate with a 50-second delay!"

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I'm going to Sanjiang today, ask for a ticket to Sanjiang~ (bow)

But I feel a lot of pressure to go to Sanjiang in the same issue with so many great gods... I will not talk about the bugs in the same district, and there are several old authors above LV3LV4 such as Huanyu and Lao Mo... I feel that the top five are hanging ( The amount of help)

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