Mage's Secret

Murphy held the flowers in both hands, took a deep breath, folded his palms together, and slowly crushed them.He closed his eyes, made a low voice, and chanted an unknown spell.

The almost dazzling moonlight in the dark night sky became hazy, and the moon, which was like a jade plate, gradually began to emit halos.The border of the moon that was originally distinct from the night was blurred by the moon, and the calm and cold air became restless.

The mage's intuition, which is extremely sensitive to danger, told him that something was coming this way.

But soon, it wasn't just his intuition that made him aware of the unfriendly visitors.Rusting sounds came from all directions, and the approaching unknown attackers approached quite quickly.

Traphael raised his staff, chanted the spell aloud, and then thrust the staff heavily into the ground.With the staff as the center, a circle of air fluctuations spread out, forming a circle with a radius of about 7 feet around him and Murphy.

The ring distorts space, and looking out through the ring, the surrounding scenery is distorted into weird shapes.

Soon, those things with a strong killing intent passed through the shadows of trees and came to them.It was a huge wave of beasts, one wave after another ran out from the forest, and countless beasts lined up in front of them densely, attacking where they were.Apart from these, I don't know how many crazy beasts and monsters are hidden in the shadow of the dense forest.Traphael had no doubts that the crazy beasts in the entire forest were attracted.

The eyes of those beasts turned red, no matter whether they were herbivores or carnivores, they all grinned ferociously and bared their teeth, thirsting for blood and flesh, and it was impossible to tear them to pieces immediately.From a long distance, Traphael seemed to smell the strong smell of blood.

However, those beasts that pounced on them, after passing through the circle formed by the distorted space, did not come to the mage and the demon, but rushed out from the other side of the circle, facing another group exposed Fanged beasts.

Traphael doesn't have many offensive spells, but it's by no means without self-protection ability. This circle is one of his defensive spells.It distorts space, isolating all enemies and attacks.This spell can only be deciphered by spellcasters who also know space spells, and these monsters or wild beasts have nothing to do with it, they can only shuttle through these distorted spaces in vain and confusion, waiting for someone from the same kind The attack was aimed at the same clueless lower beasts.

This seems to be a surefire solution, but it only looks like it.Maintaining such a powerful spell requires a lot of magic power. Even Traphael, who is a magician, soon broke out in sweat, feeling a emptiness like being hollowed out.

He took out a few talismans from his pocket and threw them towards the periphery of the ring.It was a talisman that had a deterrent effect on beasts, but at this moment in front of these crazy wild beasts and monsters, it lost its effect.

The mage held his staff tightly, panting and looked at the demon around him.Murphy's eyes were still closed, and he was chanting the long string of incantations solemnly.He smeared the crushed petals and stamens on the wound, crushed and moved his hands on the wound, it was more like performing a ritual than casting a spell, and the bad thing was that the ritual usually took a lot of time.Trafael wasn't sure if he really had what it took to make it to the end.

He looked away from Murphy and looked at the beasts that were almost unrecognizable outside the twisted space.This spell consumes too much, and it can be used as an emergency. After using it for a long time, he can't stand it anymore.He gritted his teeth and uttered another incantation. Those distorted spaces disappeared, replaced by frozen air.When the beast hit it, it was like hitting an invisible wall, and with a little force, the head was bleeding.

This spell gave Traphael a little time to breathe. The injured or dizzy beasts, as well as the beasts that were attacked and killed by space teleportation before, fell to the ground, somewhat blocking the footsteps of some latecomers.Some beasts with less flexible bodies were tripped, and their huge bodies were like another wall, standing there.But those nimble beasts, climbing on the branches, or passing over the bodies of other beasts, hit the air wall heavily, and the scene was still shocking.

Traphael knew that this spell wouldn't last long, and he didn't need to keep defending blindly.From such a chaotic situation, he found that the smell of blood from the dead or injured beasts diverted the attention of some carnivorous beasts, even if it was only for a few seconds, in the end the smell of the stones that Murphy crushed earlier The attraction of breath to them is still beyond the attraction of those still warm eyes.

But these few seconds were keenly captured by Traphael. If the bloody smell was stronger, would it have a greater impact on those ferocious beasts?

Of course he can attack spells, or he can turn many of the spells he knows into deadly jinxes.For example, by using space dislocation, he can tear these beasts into shreds.However, there are too many incoming beast hordes, and many agile beasts are not so easy to locate.He uses such a spell, there will be a huge project waiting for him.

Of course, with what he has mastered so far, there are other stronger and more efficient spells.However, he glanced at the green gemstone inlaid on the top of the staff, which was the most suitable medium for casting space spells—it was a symbol of his identity, and his heart tightened for a while.

Those are black magic from the underworld.

It is not without reason that black magic is feared by the world. Most of them are horrible and disgusting curses, dangerous and deadly.The spells that Traphael learned through Murphy can kill these beasts with one blow, fast and accurate.

But when Traphael thought of the spells he was going to cast, something seemed to choke his throat, and he couldn't breathe but felt nauseous at the same time.As if when he cast those jinxes, something inside him would be eroded away along with the target beast.

It was a shackle and a line of defense, it kept all the darkness in Traphael's heart.When that line of defense is defeated, he will lose everything he has, and become the devil in black robes, casting a curse on the pearl of the wilderness, and mercilessly harvesting those seemingly innocent lives.

Just like Yadonis had told him, just like everyone feared and spurned.

How could he be like that, how dare he be like that?

Trafael used to never touch that line until he was almost cornered by himself.More than once, he regretted his recklessness in summoning demons.The sense of loss of control has never been stripped from his senses. Sometimes he feels like he is walking on a tightrope. When he walks over it, what awaits him is a great achievement that will not be annihilated in the long river of history.But if he makes a slight mistake, he will fall into eternal doom.

He thought that the only thing he needed to be careful about was Murphy's sensitive identity.But when he researched more and more deeply, he discovered how powerful power is to life.And those tremblingly powerful powers are within his reach.But when he really touches and accepts, he can never look back.

There has always been an evil spirit living in his body, and Yadunis redeemed him and healed him, but the past damage will not be completely erased from his heart-especially, the more he gains now, the more I can feel that the world fears him, but it is because of his strength or because of his request.He also has a deep understanding of how much filth flows beneath the glamorous surface of society.So he just locked them, all his resentment and resentment firmly, put them in a corner that he would never touch, and waited for it to disappear with his life.

So, how can he release it.He tied Yadunis' name firmly to himself, how could he be stained with a little bit of dirt because of himself.As long as he is clean and great in the eyes of the world, Yadunis will be equally brilliant and great.

Traphael raised his head and supported his increasingly heavy body with his already weak legs. He pulled up the staff inserted into the soil, pointed forward obliquely, and suddenly recited a series of spells.In the direction he pointed, a row of beasts that were crashing into the air wall were suddenly cut off in half.

What the mage used was not black magic, he just compressed the air and pushed it forward, harvesting the life of the incoming beast like a wind blade.

This method is quite efficient, but it is still not enough to deal with the continuous beast tide.In particular, the air wall has become weaker and weaker, and the mage has no spare power to strengthen it.

Just when the air wall was about to shatter, and Traphael was enduring the headache caused by mental exhaustion and was about to use this spell again, trying to buy as much time as possible, Murphy finally opened his eyes.

After seeing the form in front of him clearly, the demon leaped up from the ground, pulled out the long spear, and just stood there and swept around, the beast rushing at the front was instantly broken into two pieces, turning from a fresh life into a The bloody piece of meat fell heavily on the ground.

Murphy only carried out a wave of attacks, then put away the spear, and all the breath in his body was restrained.

This nightmare-like Shura field was instantly frozen, and the frenzied beasts gradually retracted their fangs, and the red light in their eyes disappeared invisible.Even some carnivorous beasts that were still rushing forward began to be afraid of the talisman thrown by the mage at first, and stopped moving forward.

Just as the beast tide gradually receded, the mage, who realized that he was already safe, finally couldn't hold on and fell to one side.The demon standing beside him stretched out his hand subconsciously to catch him.

The mage had no strength left to struggle, and he glanced at the demon's wound, which had healed miraculously, leaving only a long scar.

As for Murphy, all his attention was attracted by Traphael's hair that was wet with sweat on his forehead. The few strands of hair brushed away.

At the highlight of this trip, he finally came across the hair of Trafael that made him miss him so much.

As soft as expected, Murphy thought.