Magic Tower Starry Sky

Everything happened very quickly, and before someone who was watching had thought of how to react, things took a turn for the worse and developed in a not-so-good direction.

They have already torn off the opponent's arm. It seems that just saying sorry will not be enough. Lin was still in a daze, the broken-armed man gritted his teeth desperately, held back the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, and shouted angrily: "Kill them, kill them all, leave no one behind! I will torture their souls, forever and ever!" !"

The bearded man's trip was purposeful and well prepared. His followers are a very famous group of warriors in Pilsen City. With the various magic equipment he supports, they become a group that even magicians find difficult. But the development of the matter was too sudden, and the other party took off one of his arms without saying a few words. He had never experienced such humiliation.

So compared to the damage to his arm, the bearded man was more angry. For the broken arm, he has countless ways to recover without sequelae; but for this shame, he can only use the cruelest revenge to vent the pain in his heart, and to warn all those who are staring at him in the dark, tell them , I'm still not easy to mess with.

And his followers, the reaction can not be described as unhappy. Although they couldn't stop the incident from happening and couldn't save the master they recognized, they still pulled out the long sword of fire and activated the magic attached to it at the first moment when the turning point happened. The dark red **** flame instantly covered the silver-gray blade, and this flame was the reason why magicians would fear them.

The warrior who rushed forward knew that now was the most vulnerable moment of the magician profession, before she or he could add a full set of auxiliary magic to himself. Less than the level of a transcendent, soldiers can only rely on unexpected surprise attacks to fight against magicians, before the opponent is prepared. So when instructed, even on both sides, they hit the ground running.

There are not many magicians who have suffered hatred under their raids in the past. No matter what kind of person the opponent is with the flaming sword in his hand, as long as it can hit the body, no shield or armor will be able to prevent it, and the result is the same with magic. Just a few more steps, first **** the opponent's limbs, and then pull out the tongue, maybe before killing the opponent completely, the master will not mind giving her to others to play with. Anyway, this is not the first time this happened.

And then... there is no more.

Fern fired a string of bullets, and the matter was over. Unlike weapons that use gunpowder, it is necessary to judge the ballistic or something. But magic weapons are all guided by powerful spiritual power, so she is only responsible for drawing the gun, pulling the trigger, and calling it a day.

The blood hole between the eyebrows is not as simple as it looks on the outside. The magic bullet has already smashed the inside of the dead man's head into a mess, making it impossible to die. Even trying to cast the resurrection magic would take a lot of effort, which was guaranteed by a certain lich who was proficient in undead magic.

Whether it was the crowd watching or the bearded man holding the severed arm, bleeding profusely, all of them could not utter a word, staring dumbfoundedly at the dead and wounded. More than a dozen fighters disappeared in the blink of an eye, no one could believe it.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The untimely yell broke the calm. Everyone looked at it together, and no one could tell, but the little goose yellow shawl was very eye-catching. The order maintainers and inspectors of the Magician's Association lined up the crowd of onlookers and walked over at a certain regular pace...if there were no subordinates yelling nearby.

"Who dares to make trouble at the entrance of the association. My master will never let any magician who committed a crime be spared."

Under the general routine, the police are the last to show up after all the bad guys or good guys are dead. It will appear halfway, and it will definitely not be an ordinary law enforcement officer, but a participant in the same stage of awkward acting in this wild stage show full of flaws.

Someone couldn't believe that the law enforcement officers acted so fast, they appeared on the back foot only when they were making trouble on the front foot. But the one with the yellow shawl doesn't look like a liar pretending to be an inspector and colluding with others. This can be seen from the eyes of other people looking at him, full of fear and hatred.

But the people next to the inspector were not so serious. Swearing all the way, ordering people around when he sees them, and even talking about his master's signboard all the time, for fear that others will not know his background.

Passing through the crowd, the inspector's men came in front of Lin and the others, and the arrogant guy said arrogantly: "Are you guys, strangers, who dare to hurt people in full view?"

Hurt someone? Everyone died for a dog ticket, and they still followed the lines that sounded like they were predetermined, and did not make changes according to the current situation. The traces of this routine are too obvious. Lin sneered in his heart, but he pretended to be respectful and said, "Your Excellency, we didn't hurt anyone. Where did you hear such false rumors?"

The reason for calling it "Your Excellency" is that even if the other party does not have the identity of an inspector, but still wears a small magician's shawl with a gold tassel thread, basic respect must be given. However, the other party didn't seem to change his face because of this, and still said arrogantly: "How dare you say that you didn't hurt anyone, it's obvious..."

Obviously... there is no one. This is the sense of absurdity that rises in everyone's heart at the same time. Even the one with the eyes on the top of his head couldn't speak, and could only look around stupidly.

The place where more than a dozen dead bodies should have been dumped is now empty. It was clean, not to mention the corpses, there were no weapons, equipment or even blood left on the ground. The cleanliness made the onlookers wonder whether what they just saw was a daydream?

"Well, where is Your Excellency McDougall?" The man who was aggressive at first found that things were not going as expected. He was a little at a loss and asked about the man who should be at the scene, a bearded uncle.

"Who is he, I don't know?" Someone continued to play dumb. In fact, it was only at this time that everyone noticed that the bearded man whose arm had been torn off had disappeared. On the contrary, the ruthless beautiful magician hid the severed arm behind her back silently.

Is it thrown? or what method? In short, the severed arm that was hidden behind his back suddenly disappeared, and ran into another man's hand behind his back. The next instant, even that arm was gone.

Perhaps most people didn't notice such small movements, but the four dwarves and two apprentices standing behind them could see them clearly. The tacit understanding between the two in front was so good that without any communication, it should be a very complicated magic cast to complete the relay.

Fen's mastery of the flashing technique is only by himself or with other people to flash, or flashing the things in his hand to a place where his inspiration can reach. As for the application method like someone did, it can throw people or things to unknown places in an instant, and the required instant calculation is something that the former Demon King can't do.

So don't look at the fact that the two of them dismissed the evidence lightly. The knowledge and preparation behind it, but the silver-bearded dwarves of all races who used to claim to be the most intelligent and talented, doubted One's own life was born.

Seeing that the scene was so clean that it didn't look like a scene of trouble, the one who was purely looking for trouble rolled his eyes and shouted to the surroundings: "We came here because we heard rumors that someone was making trouble. There are so many people, who can tell me what happened just now, there will be a bounty for you."

Listening to such questioning, Lin pretended to smile a little more awkwardly. If there is such an explicit question, just ask for trouble. However, the most difficult thing in the world to deal with is this kind of power to overwhelm people after gaining the right to speak; let alone money that touches people's hearts, there must be brave men under heavy rewards, no matter which world it is.

Just thinking about how many people would respond to the questioner, a person hiding in the crowd shouted: "I know, I have..." There was no sound.

One was not enough, and someone shouted again: "I saw it too, it's just..." Then there was no sound.

"What happened just now..." Before finishing the same words, he returned to calm.

…Several times like this, every time someone wanted to speak, the voice fell silent before half a sentence. Everyone present also sensed the strange atmosphere, not to mention standing next to those who tried to speak, watching them disappear out of thin air. What exactly happened? It is what most people want to know now, but there is no explanation.

This is actually a hybrid application of Lin. For a time-traveling crowd from Earth, how could he not understand the power of gossip, and how could he not understand the characteristics of the masses that are easily incited. The combination of the two is enough to ruin a person's reputation; in Midi, it is not surprising to be demolished on the spot. So of course we have to look for means of prevention.

Those who want to incite the masses~www.NovelMTL.com~ use empathy. Hiding among the crowd, the 'snakes' in different places echoed some radical sayings, making people mistakenly think that that idea was supported by the majority of people.

Some people will boldly say some more radical words because of this, while others are infected by emotions and atmosphere, and are coerced by the masses to agree with those extreme remarks. When more and more people make the same voice, the general trend will eventually be unstoppable.

To avoid such a situation, of course, it is necessary to suppress speech that may cause adverse effects from the source. For someone, interdimensional banishment is a great tool. Coupled with my own research since the Tower of the Great Sage, various detection methods, of course, include sound identification, listening to position identification, sonar analysis, and even changes in air flow.

Perhaps these methods are not very mature at this stage. But the 'snakes' hiding in the crowd, that is, those conspirators who try to lead the wind, no matter whether they are manipulating this kind of crowd behavior as a science or not, in order to incite more people, they have to use big Voice, let as many people as possible hear the voice.

Since there is a clear voice as a reference, but no one can be located, it is useless to do relevant research for several years. Now that people can be located, where they will go is beyond someone's control.

The uncertainty of the extra-dimensional exile technique is based on the fact that Lin does not want to get back the thrown people and things, and is purely a product of efficiency and energy consumption. In other words, maybe they might go to a better place. Whether the ending is good or bad, someone doesn't care, just throw it away.

Magic Tower Starry Sky