The magician from the time of peace

Merris is not a little white flower who has never killed anyone, but he has only killed others in the duel arena.

In his era, proposing a duel to someone meant that he was willing to sacrifice his life to prove his ideas, or to be strong or weak.

All in all, it is a game of life and death that is willing to gamble and admit defeat.

But war is a completely different thing. It is like a heavy hammer, destroying all ugly, weak, and beautiful things indiscriminately. The strong man of the fate of others.

It's disgusting.

Merris took off the ring that had lost its magic power and put it in his arms properly—it was due to the fact that he had not chanted the instant high-level magic just now—she folded her arms and planned to leave this place of right and wrong at night.

Although he became a pacifist when he saw war for the first time, it didn't mean he was interested or able to stop the long-running war between the two countries.

Get out as soon as possible, Merris looked back at Nefer's army that had launched a counterattack, and smiled wryly: I don't know if that young man with such a bad temper will be furious again, hey, it's hard to get acquainted.

If Foster knew what he was thinking at this time, he would protest by yelling: Who is familiar with you! ?

Merris carefully avoided the arrows and the fireballs and wind blades flying everywhere, although from his point of view, even if he was hit by these magic-poor moves, it would only be a pain for a while.

Another cannon was fired from the opposite side. It exploded in the air, and the soil flew up. The people around it fell down quickly, but some people were still pushed away by the heat wave for tens of meters.

Straight, fell in front of Meris.

Merris: "...Hi, do you need me to help you up?"

This poor man is a member of the magician group. He talked to Merris just now. He was obviously hit hard. He twisted and struggled on the ground for a while before he could sit up. Eye.

He looked around blankly again, and found that it was a little far away from the main battlefield. He quickly turned back to look directly at a person who appeared here alone. The latter blinked, his eyes full of innocence.

"That... needs—" Although Merris wanted to leave, but his good family education prevented him from leaving the person in front of him who seemed to be in great need of help and left without authorization, so he had to ask again.But his question was interrupted by a shout.

"Alert! There are deserters!! In the southeast direction!!!"

Merris: "..."

The magician also used the sound transmission technique in wind magic, and his alarm spread throughout the battlefield in an instant.

A group of people rushed up, surrounded the two of them, and the magician quickly got up and retreated into the crowd, leaving the deserter alone in the spotlight.

Merris: "..." Is it really okay for you to leave the enemy to deal with a deserter, and when am I a soldier?

"I knew you wouldn't be honest and obedient!" Foster shouted excitedly: "I just reported for you in the afternoon, and you want to run away before the day has passed? Where do you put the country?!"

Merris: "..." So I'm already a soldier...but this is not my country either.

"Arrest him. Deserters are absolutely not allowed in Nevel. This is a felony against family members." The officer waved his hand, and a small group of people stood out from the crowd, looking like they wanted to kill Meryl. Si is brought to justice.

My family was all 1000 years ago, the felon thought without any sense of tension, and persuaded: "Is there any benefit in arresting me? I think it's better for you to spend your energy on dealing with the enemy."

"Only by managing the internal affairs well can the external affairs be better." The officer said coldly: "Don't talk to him too much, let's make a quick decision."

Is this a negotiation crack?Merris put on a smile, and with his curved blue eyes and wind-blown blond hair, he looked very harmless, but there was something aggressive in his words: "We disagree, so it seems It’s up to each other.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised a hand, and gracefully drew a few characters in the air with his slender fingers, scorching flames emerged out of thin air, twisting like a snake, and pounced on the small group of people who came to arrest him.

Although it looked menacing, the fire snake was not very fast, and the team scrambled to avoid the flames, and no one was injured.

"You're not that good, don't resist, do you think you can defeat so many of us?" Foster shouted: "Water magic preparation! Let that Neferos dynasty see the fourteenth century The ability of a magician!"

Merris sighed helplessly, and patiently watched the group of magicians struggle to condense the water elements, and then manipulated them to gather into a water column and shoot them on the flame he summoned.

Then watch those powerless water evaporated into water vapor by high temperature.

Merris manipulated the horrific fire snake with her fingertips like playing with an obedient house cat. The ten-meter-long flame body swept back and forth on the open battlefield. Dare to go forward again, and spontaneously cleared a way for him.

This was his purpose. Merris had no intention of hurting anyone, he just wanted to get out of here.

It's a pity that it may take time to search for the time magic books needed to leave this era.

But before he took a few steps, a screeching sound that he had heard several times today came from far and near at an extremely fast speed. Merris turned his head suddenly, and the spherical iron block that would explode was slamming towards him. Shoot in this direction.

He frowned. It landed at the center of Nefer's crowd.

Even though they lay down on the ground with full experience and the magician propped up the protective shield, Merris knew that this little protection was just a drop in the bucket against the powerful explosion.

They will die. This group of people who have been with him for a long time and want to arrest him just now will die.

Merris turned around, chanted a spell softly, and quickly drew a simplified magic circle using the air as a medium with one hand: the temperature on the field rose slowly, and at a certain point below the cannonball, the heat burst, and the fiery flames were like violent The beast opened its mouth wide, and the cannonball was like a soft white rabbit being torn apart and eaten, completely wrapped in flames.

There was a creepy swallowing sound from the center of the flame, and it gradually compressed into a small ball. It opened a small hole as if belching in satisfaction, and molten iron poured down, melting the ground into a big pit.

The remaining flame turned into a bird, which happily flew towards Alva and settled on his finger.

"No way, what else did you eat, spit it out." Merris touched its wings, and the firebird shook its wings reluctantly, and a pinch of gunpowder spilled out.

"It's so good." Merris boasted, put away the fire snake and fire bird, and continued his way of desertion.

"Please, please wait!"

Merris turned around, and he realized that he hadn't heard the word "please" to him for a long time.

Foster got up from the ground, his face was still covered with dust, he said eagerly: "Your Excellency, please don't go!"

Don't change your attitude too quickly with the terrifying spirit of being the strongest.

Merris waited patiently for him to speak, and after a few seconds, he realized that he had finished speaking, and couldn't help laughing: "Why should I stay?"

"You can help us unify the entire continent, and the status of magicians will rise because of this," Foster imagined a bright future, "We can also grant you a title, and no one in the country will dare to disrespect you except His Majesty the King. "

But I am a nobleman, and the king dare not speak loudly to me.Merris made a gesture of taking off his hat and bowing: "This doesn't sound very attractive to me, so I will leave."

"Wait!" Foster's mind had never turned so fast, and he grasped the point at once: "I can give you the book on time magic as a gift, as long as you can help us defend the northwest front."

Seeing Merris' silence, Foster continued: "Time magic is a precious book that only the royal family can hold, and this book in my hand is the original written by Sir Portifani himself. Even Victory can't read it." There is no such collection.”

"Boll's?" Merris tilted his head and muttered softly, "When did he start researching this? He obviously hasn't fully mastered his own elements yet."

Seeing that the negotiating partner was a little loose, Foster stepped up: "Just help for five days!"

If it's only five days, it is indeed more cost-effective to get it directly from here than to search for it aimlessly. Merris nodded: "Okay."

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Felix sat cross-legged on the ground, with a pile of scrapped scrolls beside him.

It is true that the solidification of the spell has improved after adding the alchemy ingredient, but the most successful one was only connected to the penultimate one, and the magic power built after that completely collapsed.

Is the share of phosphorous powder a little more?Or should I add more water elements?

It would be great if Merris was here, and I could discuss it with him. A person's thinking always has limitations.

Ah, I seem to be looking for Merris!Felix suddenly realized.

Under the sunshine of the rising sun, he packed up the remaining materials, destroyed the discarded scrolls, and embarked on the road of searching for people again.