My Magic Age

The assassin was frozen on the spot by the ‘Frost Nova’, and a trace of panic flashed in his sharp eyes. I turned over and stood up from the ground. I was not stupid enough to impulsively rush to fight the assassin at this time. It was safest to cast magic at this time.

I immediately condensed three ice shields around me, and four stone drum totem light balls of different colors surrounded me. There were traces of petrification on my arms, and there were wind circles rolling under my feet. The countless floating magic elements in the air around me were like particles of dust floating in the air. They were constantly absorbed by the blue crystal stone drum totem, and then gathered into an invisible thin line, feeding back to the magic pool in my body.

"Petrified Skin"

"Wind Sprint"

"Mana Recovery"

The three Stone Drum Totem skills were activated at the same time. Then I stood still and took a step back, slightly calmed my breath, and let myself enter the effect of mental concentration. Then a large amount of water elemental magic power surged from my fingertips, and I quickly drew a huge magic pattern array in front of me. The awkward and tongue-twisting ancient elf magic spells came out of my mouth syllable by syllable, and the water magic elements around my body almost resonated with my magic pattern array.

Even the water element spirit of Sister Guoguo, who was quietly floating not far away, was attracted by these water elemental magic powers. She stared blankly at the magic pattern array I hand-painted, and there seemed to be a hint of enlightenment in her eyes.

After three breaths, I had already drawn a small part of the magic array. Those smooth light blue magic lines emitted a faint light, reflecting on my face, showing a fluorescent light. Seeing that the assassin on the opposite side was trapped in the ice ring and had not yet broken free, the corners of my mouth slightly curled up, showing a touch of pride, and then decisively turned on the "time stagnation".

Entering the sub-dimensional space, I successfully drew the remaining half of the magic array. When I withdrew from the sub-dimensional space, a complete array had taken shape, and the spell was chanted at this point in time. Countless ice and snow essences emerged from the huge array, like countless fireflies in the grass, and gathered above my head. Those were extremely cold ice crystal particles. They gathered together to form a huge ice spear more than two meters long.

There was still a layer of light blue flame burning on the ice spear, and the alley suddenly became more than ten degrees colder.

"Ice Spear Technique."

This is the most powerful offensive magic among the magic skills I have learned so far.

A translucent ice spear condensed from ice crystals, emitting blue fluorescence in the dark night, was suspended above my head. Under the sudden cold, rime slowly grew on the trees on both sides of the road, and a layer of light white frost appeared on the ground under my feet.

Then, my finger finally fell on the assassin's body, and the ice spear flew towards the assassin with a biting chill.

Because I have a very keen magical perception, my five senses are also different from ordinary people. Both hearing and vision are more acute than ordinary people. At this time, I looked at the assassin's eyes, and there was no fear. He was more like a cheetah waiting for the opportunity, quietly waiting for the ice spear, and my heart sank suddenly.

In a blink of an eye, the ice spear turned into a white light in the air and rushed to the assassin's chest. A gleam of light flashed in the assassin's eyes, and I finally saw him move.

A black mist appeared in front of his body. The moment the ice spear touched the assassin, the assassin was like a dry sand sculpture, turning into a handful of black quicksand. The entire ice spear passed through the body and fell on the ground behind the assassin, exploding into countless ice and snow fragments.

The assassin just disappeared in front of my eyes, and his "hiding technique" did not reveal any clues.

My magic perception spread out little by little, trying to find the assassin's hiding place, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, making my heart sink a little bit. A faint murderous intent locked on me, but it was floating like the wind, making me unable to figure out where he was hiding.

The wound on the clavicle under the neck has stopped bleeding, and the wound is healing little by little. I dare not stay where I am, so I can only retreat to the side of the carriage. I want to find a barrier to make the direction behind me safe enough.

Then he kept turning out all the frost scrolls in his magic waist bag, and then he casually unfolded them and threw them on the ground as if he had picked them up for nothing. In an instant, the narrow alley began to be filled with thick fog, and the cold air emitted by the frost scrolls completely turned this place into a frost world.

The surrounding trees, low shrub walls, shop signs on both sides, and the rubble on the roofs of shops were all covered with a layer of icing. Dozens of scrolls simultaneously spread out a biting cold, and the temperature in the surrounding air dropped below freezing.

Perhaps it was a habit developed in El City, I always like to fill my magic backpack with all kinds of magic scrolls, as if it would feel safer. Of course, most of the scrolls placed in general are frost scrolls, and there are also a few high-value scrolls such as "Frost Nova", "Magic Catalysis", "Ice Arrow", etc., and a few life-aiding scrolls such as "Fire Gathering" and "Healing" are also prepared.

Without any sign, I suddenly felt an ice shield explode behind me. With my keen perception, I felt a dagger stabbing at me from behind. I didn't have time to react quickly, so I instinctively shifted my center and tried my best to turn my body to the side. But I saw a dull kukri stabbing silently. The dagger was stained with a layer of light blue ice flame, which made the assassin's kukri stained with a layer of frost.

I didn't have time to dodge, so I could only twist my body as much as possible to avoid the vital parts.

But the cold dagger still stuck to my left rib, cutting a foot-long cut in the magic robe. The bright red blood flowed out all of a sudden, but it instantly solidified into a cold blood clot. The assassin, who was wrapped in black cloth, also had a layer of ice flame on his hand holding the knife. He appeared behind me silently, with a man-eating light in his eyes, looking directly into my eyes.

His eyes seemed to have a kind of magic. When he looked at me, I couldn't break free. I could clearly see that there was a pendulum in his pupils. The rhythm of each swing was exactly the same as my heartbeat. I wanted to escape in horror, but I didn't even have the strength to lift my legs and walk away.

It was "hypnosis" again. I secretly groaned in my heart, but found that I was like a sparrow caught in a sticky net. I couldn't struggle at all. But with a sharp pain in my waist, I suddenly woke up again and stretched out my left hand to hold the assassin's kukri. The sharp blade cut my palm, but I held it tightly regardless, not letting the assassin withdraw his body and draw his knife.

The assassin's arm was frozen by the ice flame, and his speed was obviously slower. I held the kukri in his hand firmly.

This move seemed to be beyond his expectation. Perhaps many magicians would activate the magic shield to save their lives when being assassinated, and then use endless magic skills to smash the opponent. However, I did not play by the rules. It was fine that I did not open the magic shield at the first time. What surprised him was that I was so bold that I held his kukri with my bare hands.

The knife in his hand did not cut off my four fingers as expected, just cutting blood.

The petrified skin on my hand played a key role at this time. My fingers, like stone pillars, tightly clasped his knife. The assassin seemed to be shocked by my courage. There was doubt and confusion in his eyes. He seemed to not understand what the point of my hand-to-hand combat posture was.

The assassin knew that my skin was as hard as bluestone. The kukri in his hand was held by me again. The other hand turned out a dagger and cut it towards my wrist like a poisonous snake. This dagger was extremely sharp and could easily pierce even iron armor.

I smiled sternly, took a step forward, and actually crashed into his arms. He was caught off guard, lost his center of gravity, and both of us fell backwards.

His slightly narrowed eyes flashed with brilliance, and the short blade in his hand stabbed into my back from the back. The short dagger cut through my rock-hard skin with ease. At this moment, I felt so painful that I couldn't even breathe. The assassin's mouth brought a playful and cruel smile.

I looked at each other with him, and the distance between our eyes was less than half a foot. I could even clearly feel his slightly rapid breathing.

The assassin looked at me in surprise, as if he didn't understand why I was so calm at this time, as if the short dagger was not stabbed in my back, but an insignificant mosquito. I didn't even show a trace of pain.

At this time, he vaguely felt that something was wrong and wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.

I felt a tingling sensation in my left shoulder blade. The long-brewing lightning force finally surged out of my body, forming an arc along my arm. The sparks made a crackling sound, like a spirit snake coming out of my body, and as if it had found a vent, it surged into the assassin's body.

When those arcs passed through my body, I only felt a slight numbness all over my body. The Thunder Seed had completely merged with me, and my body's resistance to the Thunder system had been greatly improved. In particular, these lightning forces were stored in my body as the Thunder Seed, and there was no rejection of my body.

But when these arcs were transmitted to the assassin, the effect was obviously different.

'Ah! ' He screamed first, and then his body kept shaking like a sieve, unable to control or stop.

In just a moment, the assassin was paralyzed by the electric shock, and even his pupils kept flipping upwards.

I struggled to get up from his arms and tried to pull out the dagger stuck in my back, but my hands couldn't reach it anyway. I simply tore open a magic scroll and let the "hydrotherapy" nourish the wound on my back, and ignored it.

At this time, I didn't dare to hesitate at all. I manipulated the ice shield around my body and smashed it on the assassin's body one after another, making him covered with frost all over his body, freezing him like an ice sculpture. Then I took out the "Shura Battle Axe" from the magic waist bag, knelt on one knee in front of his body, held his round head with one hand, raised the Shura Axe in my hand, and swung the axe neatly, cutting off his head.

Before the moment, the assassin's eyes were wide open. Until he died, he still didn't believe that he would be killed by me.

His headless body fell in a pool of blood and was still twitching. A head rolled beside the carriage wheel. I sat alone on the frost-covered bluestone road. The Shura battle ax was discarded aside, and the ground was covered with The abandoned magic scroll was blown everywhere by the night wind.

In the night sky filled with five-color aurora, the figures of several huge birds finally appeared, and the cries of gryphons were extremely clear in the night.

The strong wind swept away the ice leaves on the street trees, and they flew down to the long street. In the end, the giant owl-like raptor did not land on the ground, but swooped down directly, carrying a strong wind, and pulled its body to the ground. At the lowest point, the knight on the gryphon's back jumped up and jumped down like a god descending from the earth.

Covered in silver armor, he held a giant spear more than four meters long in his hand. He quickly fell from a high altitude without any buffer, and directly hit the frost-covered bluestone slab of the long street. The slate floor smashed into rubble, and a large pit appeared on the ground. Louis knelt down on one knee and landed in the pit with a very graceful posture.

When he stood up from the stone pit, looking at the messy battlefield and the assassin's corpse lying on the ground as frozen as an ice sculpture, a hint of joy finally appeared on his stern face, he strode up to me and asked me : "Jijia, who helped you subdue this 'Dream Maker'? Where are the others?"

Louis, wearing heavy armor, looked to the left and right ends of the long street, and found that the entire long street was deserted. Only the trees on both sides were covered with leaves that had condensed into ice, falling down like snow flakes.

I glanced at him angrily and said weakly to Louis: "Please, Louis, please help me pull out the dagger from my back before this happens. It's really painful to have it stuck in it!"

As I said that, I turned my back to him, and Louis let out a hiss and took a breath of air. Originally, I didn't care much about the injury on my back, but his exaggerated reaction made me a little uneasy, and I quickly Question: "How is it? Is it serious? No wonder it hurts so much!"

"..." Louis walked quickly behind me and squatted down. Without hesitation, he quickly pulled out the short dagger stuck in my back, and then pressed it on my back like a first aid kit. On the wound, he finally spoke to me Said: "It's really strange, Jijia, when exactly was this dagger inserted? How come the flesh and blood around the dagger has healed? If it were later, I'm afraid the short dagger would have grown in the flesh. You The fleshy skin heals so quickly!”

"What's so strange? I'm a water magician, and 'hydrotherapy' is my special skill!" I said, pretending to be relaxed.

"In my opinion, being a water magician is actually not bad!" Louis suddenly felt emotional after hearing what I said.

He squatted next to me and kept looking at the ice and snow that had slowly begun to melt on the assassin's body. He turned his head and looked at the broken mark on his neck, looking very carefully at every glance.

I arched my back and didn't dare to move, because every time I moved, I would feel a heartbreaking pain in the injured area.