Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1450: 1422 Wishing Technique

Chapter 1450 1422. Wishing Technique

Just for a moment.

Vilgefortz laughed.

Even if the raging chaotic magic power is not woven into magic at all, but is just flowing, it makes the forbidden magic array of this high tower buzz with overwhelming force!

It was not through spies or moles that he found the forbidden magic circle spell that only Dean Aretuza was qualified to know.

Nor is it through studying magic circles to develop counter-magic in a targeted manner.

Just magic power!

Use unimaginable huge magic power to crush this magic circle!

In a burst of silent shattering that only the wizard could feel, the magic circle was crushed!

In an instant, all the invisible suppressive force disappeared, and everyone regained their ability to cast spells. Not just those who don't wear the golden shackles of evil spirits.

Even the magic-blocking golden handcuffs that were said to be able to completely restrain magic were opened with a 'click' by Wigefortz with a wave of his hand, and then thrown away.

The sound of a large bunch of shackles falling on the marble floor was crisp, but heart-chilling.

The metal that shone with blue light was no different from ordinary iron handcuffs at this time.

For the first time, the corresponding relationship between the size of the magic-blocking gold product and the amount of magic it can limit appears in the concepts of the sorcerers and all bystanders.

The discovery of this metal happened in a short period of nearly a hundred years, and the new generation of wizards simply have no ability to touch this boundary -

The amount of chaos magic they can mobilize is simply not up to standard, so any magic-blocking gold product can lock them directly!

Even Margarita, the sorceress who is only in the first echelon below Tisaya among humans and can steadily suppress Philippa and the previous Vigofortz, is not up to standard!

And once the magic power exceeds a certain limit, the magic-blocking gold that is not up to standard in terms of purity and volume cannot be suppressed!

Therefore, except for Tisaya and Gedimitis, no one has discovered the hidden correspondence between the magic-blocking gold and the magic power.

Margarita is considered one, because last time she went to Black Tern Island to ask the lady in the lake about her lover and saw the fissure where the celestial spheres meet.

Just looking at the cyclical tide of chaotic magic that drives the formation of rifts, Margarita has a rough feeling—

Even if the magic-blocking gold veins of Kevir and Povis were moved directly over, they would not be able to suppress the tide behind this crack at all!

But today, Vilgefortz also demonstrated that he could suppress the huge magic power of more than a dozen magic-blocking golden shackles!

"You think I'm going to play power tricks with you, Philippa? No, no, no."

The smile on Wigefortz's face finally turned into a wild laugh!

"As soon as I started, I planned to kill you all while you were here!"

"Do it!"

The face of the pure-blood elf, as delicate and exquisite as white porcelain, was solemn. Francesca, who had the magic-blocking golden handcuffs removed from her hands, turned around well prepared!

With a "swipe", the sharp magic cut the neck of a neutral mage next to her!

Immediately after she started chanting the spell, there was a sudden violent impact and shaking from outside the tower. She had already flown a large ship to the island!

The Scoia'tael stormed out of the cabin, eager to drink human blood!

The traitor mage suddenly rose up and immediately started fighting with the others.

They don't care whether they are neutrals or northerners, they want to kill them all.

This puts them in the spotlight, but they also have the support of a whole boatload of Scoia'tael and Nilfgaardians. What about the northern wizards?

Their warriors would be half dead from exhaustion when they ran up from Luoxia Palace wearing armor! Not to mention the time it takes!

Tissaya's mind was confused at first. She was originally very hostile to Philipba, and she even believed that Vilgefortz and others were the oppressed party.

But the sudden exposure of her position and the ruthless and premeditated cruelty of the traitors woke her up.

Compared with the new generation of wizards, the moment the overwhelmingly powerful magic appeared on the scene, Feikat and others among the traitors were immediately suffocated.

But then, Wigefortz pushed back head-on without hesitation!

Even directly pushing back, there is a danger of threatening Tissaya herself!

Fortunately, Gedimitis, the old wizard who was still wearing a nightgown and was pulled up from the bed to participate in the trial, helped Tisaya to escape smoothly, and he himself took the place of the old wizard and Vilgefortz. Confrontation position.

"What the **** is going on?!"

Disaya's emotions of anger, fear, and confusion took turns flooding into her heart, almost leaving her no time to take care of her messy clothes and hair.

The screams of the Scoia'tael, the tightening and loosening of bowstrings, the screams of human warlocks and the noisy voices of fearful begging for mercy suddenly echoed throughout the space.

Wilgefortz is less than a hundred years old, and he is one of the extremely young among wizards.

Yes, he is extremely talented and has achieved what he has achieved even though he became a monk halfway.

But how could he possibly fight against Tissaya? Crush the forbidden magic circle?

"Look at the pendant hanging on his waist!"

Gedemitis said in a deep voice.

He opened a translucent spherical shield, trapping all the warlocks who survived the Scoia'tael's raid inside.

Outside, Wigefortz floating in mid-air was spraying raging fire from the palm of his hand like an endless supply of chaotic magic!

The flames hit the shield and spread across the building.

The corpses and furniture outside the protective shield, and even the marble as smooth as a mirror, are burning!

Tissaya squinted her eyes, trying to see clearly in the strong interplay of light and shadow.

There is a pendant hanging on Wilgefortz's belt. It looks like a small discus with some kind of pattern engraved on it, and it also looks like a bottle stopper.

"That's the magic bottle cap that Geoffrey Monk once used to imprison the demons he captured! Holding the bottle cap gives you control over the demons in the bottle!"

Henry Gedimitis was in the protective shield, looking at Wigefortz floating in the air, and said in a deep voice.

"You're young, Tissaya. You haven't seen this thing with your own eyes, but I have!"

"Now, take the people and walk! Walk as far as you can! Run!"

Outside the protective shield, the flames had burned the stone tower into an almost liquid gel like lava.

Some of the warlocks who were not protected by Gedimitis died, and their bodies were all burned. But more warlocks have their own methods. After all, they are all archmages who can participate in the meeting.

Suddenly, as the dark and complicated situation was detonated by Vilgefortz laughing, all the killing and violence also exploded between the two camps at the same time!

Avoid, chase, transfer, and escape. The wizards who originally seemed to be gathering in a polite group suddenly dispersed and fled for their lives.

Until Lan En punched a hole and got in, the chaotic magic here was still strong enough to make a normal person slowly bleed from the mouth and feel dizzy and tinnitus.

The witcher stooped in through the cave entrance without even a moment's surprise.

The Alondette in his hand, the autumn-like blade of the sword stood upright by his ear, and then there was a soft collision sound, and the incoming arrow was reflected back from the original path, and pierced into the heart of an elf.

And he didn't even look back. He had already completed the analysis in the complex environment with just a little wind noise and super senses.

With a 'touch', his left hand grasped the head of an elf who was charging towards him with a knife, and then with a 'click', he pressed it directly against the wall behind him!

The spray-like blood from the crushed head sprayed a large mark on the wall.

The two actions were completed at the same time, neatly and neatly.

A string of electric lights was pulled towards his direction.

The witcher's deep eyes just glanced at it, and then 'popped'!

A clear silver light flashed slightly, and then the magical lightning suddenly disappeared into the air like thunder and lightning in nature.

Only the strange smell of magic in the nose remained.

The pendant around Lan En's neck has been dancing since he came in.

There are still a large number of warlocks in this tower, with five floors and more than seventy rooms. There are plenty of places for hiding and hunting.

In this case, the warlocks will not use destructive spells irrationally. Instead, short, fast, and concealed spells are more important.

In this stone tower that was first hot and then cold, and whose building texture was already extremely fragile, the warlocks and Scoia'tael were entangled in each other's fights, and no one could escape directly.

So you can only leave after killing all the opponents here.

This lightning was not even a deliberate attack, but was simply drawn directly by a warlock after hearing the noise.

And Lan En no longer has time to care about the small number of Scoia'tael who are still fighting.

According to the stable points inside the building marked by Mentos, his bone-white figure suddenly started to move with an almost 'ferocious' wind sound!

Nothing can stop him, except for those building structures that are too fragile to touch, all other obstacles are smashed!

The strong muscles are covered with strong armor, and the rocks of the wall can be easily knocked to pieces in front of Lan.

The same goes for those who stand in the way.

The complex environment did not give the Scoia'tael any advantages.

What they thought was a 'sneak attack' had already been marked by Mentos, who was analyzing the battlefield situation, in the form of probability.

Lan En only had a blink of an eye on which places were suitable for hiding people and doing things, while Mentos's annotations were already laid out perfectly.

Although they were originally fighting, escaping, and chasing in the tower, everyone probably felt the fragility of the building and did not dare to amplify the powerful magic.

But as Lan En dashed forward, his super mobility allowed him to break through one floor in almost a few seconds and hit the next floor directly!

There were four loud bangs that shattered the wall! echoed in the huge tower.

And when Lan En rushed into the fifth floor with the gravel and the shaken fly ash.

He only saw the completely melted and torn off ceiling, and the only two people left on the floor.

Hen Gedimitis's chest was open, but his outer nightgown was intact, only soaked with blood.

His healthy heart, which Lan En had pressed into his body, was now lying on the side.

But this most powerful warlock in mankind is still not dead. Tisaya, with messy hair and tears on her face, supported him and used magic to maintain his life.

"what happened?"

Lan En's pupils shrank when he saw Gedimitis dying. Although they didn't have much contact, the old wizard had already shown the young demon hunter how powerful he was during their first contact. Terrible.

And now, he was defeated in such a short period of time? Had his heart ripped out?

"Tissaya, where are the others?"

Although Lan En was shocked, he still controlled his mind and asked calmly.

But Tissaya just cried and kept talking.

"He is no match for Gedimitis, if it weren't for Di Jing's wish-making technique"

Tissaya looked up at him with a look of embarrassment and dejection that Lan En had never seen before.

"Vilgefortz left to chase Ciri."

Lan En's brows furrowed, then relaxed.

"Don't be downcast, Tisaya. Send Gedimitis to the crystal cultivation laboratory, with you dragging him along, and Mattie is also down there. He will be able to hold on until another heart can be installed."

"No." Tissaya shook her head sadly, as if she had lost an old friend in her arms, "Wilgefortz said he had already sent someone to wait!"

Halfway through speaking, Tisaya suddenly turned her head!

"You saved the laboratory?! You saved our equipment and technology!"

"Take him there." Lan En nodded and said, "It's safe there. In fact, these rebel warlocks should be the only ones left on Xenide Island."

Without saying anything else, Tisaya immediately maintained her magic, levitating Gdymitis' heartless body and running outside.

"You have to be careful, Lann!" She knew what the witcher was going to do next. "Wilgefortz found a Djinn that Joffrey Monk had captured! He now has nearly unlimited Chaos Magic! And "

"The worst estimate is that the Di Jing in his hand can still make two wishes!"