Chapter 118 Strange mages

   "Master Mark, why can't you just use the suspension ring to fetch water from Shengshui Peak? Today, Ge Lang's dripping snow is too hard."

The white mage who had appeared on Black Street in Manhattan was wearing a dark green pleated robe. The cuffs and calves were tightly stitched with stitches. He looked less than forty years old, but he still had He has a brown goatee and his hair is tied into a Chinese crown.

  Behind him was a thin young man in a heavy blue-gray padded jacket. Like Master Wang, he also had a Chinese face.

  The two of them each carried a huge indigo-blue pottery urn on their backs, braving the frost with their hands and feet together, pulling the thick rope hidden in the frozen snow step by step, and climbing up from the bottom of the cliff little by little.

  The young little mage almost shouted loudly in order to cover the sound of the violent snowstorm so that mage Mark could hear his words. He shouted in Chinese, and he also had a strong local accent and word habits.

   "Heaven is about to descend, let him be the dead, you will have to work your muscles and bones for seven days, and cut off your kidneys in vain."

   "Master Mark! I was wrong, please speak English!"

  The little mage wailed and changed into fairly fluent English. This mage Mark loves quoting scriptures the most, and he likes to bring himself out because of the Chinese people, and he can "chat" with him.

  Mr. Karma Taj’s mage was thinking about what he wanted to say later and couldn’t remember clearly. While thinking about going back and reading the book for tutoring, he switched to English and said:

"Although we are studying the magic of Visandi, we are not weak divination and prophets. It is a compulsory course for Master Kama Taj to hone the body and will. Li, you are still an apprentice, so you need to polish it more, yes. Okay, hard fire, what do you mean?"

  The young mage apprentice struggled to explain to Mark that this was a word habit in his hometown, and the two finally climbed up the cliff with the hemp rope that had been reinforced with mana.

"At this time of the year, Shengshui Peak will be swept up by turbulent geothermal heat, turning the frozen ice pool into scalding hot spring water. This is the best water in the world for making tea. It is so clear and sweet that it is thousands of meters away. unpolluted on the snow-capped—”

  Master Mark was patting the hem of his clothes, rubbing his frozen fingers, and telling apprentice Li why the Supreme Master likes to use the spring water here to make tea.

  The two of them stared blankly at the man with a smooth body, bare chest and arms dipping in the pool, squinting his eyes comfortably.

  The pottery urn in his hand fell to the ground with a plop.

   "It's okay, let's soak together, the pool is not small."

   James closed his eyes, and also blurted out in Chinese. He had already heard the communication between the two of them in Chinese when they were more than ten meters away from the top of the cliff.

   It has been countless years, and he hasn't spoken this language with anyone again, and the corners of his mouth are turned up, revealing the long and sharp canine teeth, and he smiled happily.

"Hey you."

  The two sorcerers and apprentices who hadn't recovered from their senses were taken aback by the man's sudden sound again. Apprentice Li watched the man staring into his eyes, and subconsciously pointed at himself.

   "Yes, that's you, from Bashu?"

   "Le, from Leting."

"Good place."

  James stood up strangely and walked out of the pool, as if he was floating in the air without the help of his body. His tall and burly figure and white jade skin were not shy of being exposed in front of the two of them.

  He casually picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on, and wrapped them in a cloak.

Master Mark stared at the man in front of him without saying a word. Relying on his proficient body protection spell, he could wear a thin mage robe to stay on the plateau at minus 30 to 40 degrees. Walking out of the scalding pool without fear of the severe cold is no longer an ordinary strong category.

   "If you guessed right, you are from Karma Taj?"

  Mark suddenly folded his palms, sparks faintly splashed from his fingertips, and asked vigilantly, "Who are you, and why are you looking for Kama Taj?"

Only then did the mage apprentice come to his senses. The man who had a polite conversation with him in Chinese was full of doubts. The mana shield can't be used today.

   "A traveler who comes here for fame, without malice, and who is interested in the secrets and mysteries of the unknown."

  Master Mark saw that this man had an extraordinary appearance and a well-cultivated speech, but he let down his guard slightly. Since ancient times, there have always been people who came to the snowy area to look for Kama Taj under the guidance of the mage who came down the mountain.

   Besides soaking in the pure pool of Shengshui Peak, they didn't do anything bad.

   Pool water!

  Master Mark withdrew his hands in resentment, lifted the pottery urn on the ground, and said roughly casually:

   "The highest peak ten miles to the west is where Kama Taj is located. If you want to see the sanctuary, it depends on your ability."

  He slapped Li on the shoulder, and took out the brass-colored hanging ring that **** had penetrated from his arms. The young apprentice was still blushing, rubbing spells hard.

Master Mark raised one hand flat and drew a circle with the other hand, and a round door revolving with sparks split open out of thin air. There was a faint image of a temple building inside. The little apprentice finally smiled shyly at James, walked in with the master, and immediately The portal that appeared out of thin air shrunk to a point and disappeared without a trace.

   "Interesting, interesting!"

  James laughed out loud and nodded excitedly. He looked to the west, his eyes fixed, and blood-red energy flowed around him.

  Boom!

  The pool water of Shengshui Peak was pushed up by the air waves. James burst through the wind and snow, flew more than ten kilometers in an instant, and saw a large-scale temple complex on a tall and steep isolated peak.

   "Master Mark, when do you think that person will be able to climb the peak?"

  The two returned to Karma Taj's training ground, unloaded the pottery urn on their bodies, and put it on the simple mahogany frame.

  The little apprentice was worried about this strange man. Maybe it was the pure and authentic Chinese Mandarin that made him feel a little more fond of him.

   "That person is not simple, it is impossible for ordinary people to climb up, and the mages have never considered the seeker in this way, but what he said, maybe it will be possible after two or three days—"

boom!

The red energy flow washed away from James' body, and he landed in the center of the temple square. He stood up slowly with one hand on the ground. He looked up at the dark yellow barrier made of various spells and obscure lines, and he had already been knocked out. Broken hollows, with cracks spreading all around.

   Immediately, piercing copper bells rang out all around.

   "I'm sorry, I didn't know that you have confiscated force on the roof, and it was punctured at once."

Master Mark still maintained the movement of stroking his beard with his right hand behind his left back, and the little apprentice Li stood aside like petrified. flocked.

  Some of them held wooden sticks and long knives, and more of them ran with palms together, rubbing out various weapon forms shining with sparks.

   "Alien demons! Form formation!"

  Being the first, a white man with an extremely young face, bold and heroic eyebrows, tall and straight, and vaguely the leader of the crowd, looked at James, who was radiating surging energy from his body, and shouted with his fingers raised.

Dozens of mages surrounded the intruder who broke the barrier of Karma Taj, and the man who gave the order lightly shook his arms, and two huge mana round shields appeared instantly, and there were faintly ring-shaped symbols rotating, which were stronger than others. All mages look more refined and solid.

   "Casillas! Wait a minute, he—"

The young mage named Casillas leaped into the air. He was wearing a pair of quaint leather boots. Whenever he fell, dark red rune discs appeared on the soles of his feet, supporting his body out of thin air. Started to kill James with the sharp-edged Mana Buckler.

  James let go of the energy and energy on his body, walked easily and staggered away from the mage's menacing slash, and was still thinking suspiciously in his mind.

   "Isn't this the sanctuary of the so-called mage, why do you rush to kill people?"

   Casillas's skill is quite extraordinary, coupled with the movement of the strange magic boots, the trajectory of the battle is directly pulled from the plane to the three-dimensional angle.

  He crossed his body and kicked his feet in mid-air, cut obliquely from a dead corner to James' neck, turned over again, and slashed twice while standing upside down in the air.

  James almost stood still, twisting his shoulders and squatting, swinging his head and lowering his head, staggering all the attacks of the young mage leisurely.

  Just as he was about to test the strength of the weapon condensed from the mana, all the mages around him suddenly raised their hands above their heads, forming rings of magic spells, which shot out crackling and ear-piercing explosions in the air.

   Casillas clasped his palms together, and the round shields in his hands burst into a ball. When his fingers touched, he pulled out bright yellow lines like electric current, covering James like a silk net.

   Bang bang bang.

The rings of the mages flew upwards and joined together to form a polyhedral cage net. James reached out and grabbed the mana rope from the whip, and was just about to pull the opponent to his side, but the mage suddenly let go and retreated. .

  The mana ropes seemed to overlap and entangle with vitality, binding James' hands tightly together.

  The bright yellow mana cage on the periphery is rapidly shrinking inch by inch. James watched these mages rubbing a palm-sized disc in their hands, as if they were maintaining and controlling the cage that surrounded them.

   After a little effort, he found that the radiant condensed rope was quite tough. He grinned, and had some understanding of the methods of these mages.

  Boom!

  The lock on the wrist was exploded into pieces, crackling and falling onto the red brick floor and disappearing. James spread his hands and held them flat by his side, insisting on supporting the rapidly closing mana cage.

Dozens of mages were wrestling with James as if they were a cage medium constructed by mana. All of them blushed, and the mana discs they held in their hands were like overloaded machines, writhing stagnantly and with difficulty. Clusters of sparks exploded like short-circuited currents.

"ha!"

James exhaled, and the blood-red energy around him disappeared in a flash, shattering the complex and vast mana cage. His black half-long hair danced violently, hooked the corners of his mouth, and looked at the man who was knocked down to the ground with distaste. A group of mages.

   "Crimson Belt of Cytorak!"

  Master Mark watched Casillas sprint out of the hall, holding a pair of metal locks like a skeleton armor structure in his hand, twisted and threw him towards the extremely fierce and powerful man in the middle.

   Shua! James finally showed his sharp claws, slashed red lights, and criss-crossed the thing that changed into rows of grapples in mid-air into pieces, and rushed towards the young mage who seemed to be the most powerful at the moment.

  Under this situation, no matter how unstable the situation is, the only way to end up is to play poorly.

   um.

  In mid-air, a huge revolving light door emerged, and a purple-clothed mage with platinum-blonde long hair dancing wildly stood in the air. She stared at the tall and burly man below with ferocious claws in her forehand and stabbed her student.

  The Supreme Mage stomped his feet.

  In time, the mountains fall, and the world turns around.

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  Master Gu Yi will slowly explain some details of the excavation and the second creation, hoping to have some in-depth analysis of the Weishandi mage system.

  

  (end of this chapter)