Age of Adepts

Yurga just wanted to understand this point, but two towering Balrogs in the distance had already roared and rushed up.

Moreover, in the depths of the sea of ​​flames, a small flame portal suddenly opened, and countless low-level flame creatures rushed out of it, and rushed towards the third-level wizard behind the tall Balrog.

Yurga's face became a little ugly again.

The young fire witch seemed to have seen his own weakness, and knew that the death stare was a great burden for him. It's okay to activate it four or five times during a battle, but continuous high-frequency excitation would be an unbearable burden for Yurga.

Facing the berserk fireballs and bolides coming from all over the world, even Yurga didn't dare to face it head-on. His body scattered and exploded into a red-eyed black-feathered crow flying all over the sky, and quickly escaped from the attack range of the spell wave.

As a level 3 wizard, he was driven away by a group of lowly elemental creatures. He couldn't bear such a bad mood.

Re-condensed 300 meters away, he raised his neck and roared in a low voice. The black mist surrounding him instantly condensed into a huge phantom of a dead crow, and opened a pair of scarlet pupils coldly. To the element cluster not far away.

As if the god of death had come to the world, or as if a resentful ghost was haunting the soul, a small and exquisite phantom of a dead crow appeared above the head of each flame creature, and then let out a soul-stirring scream.

In the next second, all the flame creatures froze, and then exploded on the spot with a bang!

To be honest, suddenly seeing hundreds of flame creatures from other worlds exploding themselves, the spectacle and magnificence of the scene is simply breathtaking. Although the highest strength of this group of flame creatures is no more than level 1, most of the rest are only apprentices with intermediate and advanced strengths, but the Yurga wizard easily wiped them out with one blow.

This also illustrates the horror of a Tier 3 wizard from one side!

On the other side of the field, Greem was also slowly moving.

After experiencing the test of the Fire Elemental Plane, the affinity between Greem and the Fire Elemental has reached an extremely high level. If it is not limited by the individual level, he even has a higher flame affinity than those flame creatures in some respects.

It was because of this soul specificity that Greem was able to integrate the body of the Balrog into the sea of ​​flames, and relying on the cover of the chaotic flame breath, Greem escaped the mental perception and scanning of the wizard Yurga.

However, hiding in this way is not a long-term solution. Once the opponent destroys the sea of ​​flames, or spreads eyeliner widely inside the sea of ​​flames, they will be able to detect Greem's location with weak mental fluctuations.

At that time, with the horror of Yurga's death gaze, Greem might not last ten seconds in front of his eyes!

Therefore, up to this point in the battle, Greem never dared to show up easily, but only relied on the puppet reserve he had accumulated earlier, as well as the flame summoning that came with the flame suit to fight a protracted battle with that Yurga. War of attrition.

After all the flame creatures were wiped out in one fell swoop, the two tall flame demons did not just die.

The power of this large-scale group attack-type pupil technique is still somewhat scattered, and there is no problem in killing those low-level flame creatures. But when he wanted to kill two terrifying Balrogs with a level as high as 2nd-level intermediate, he was still a bit powerless.

So, Yurga angrily rushed to the side of the two terrifying Balrogs, resisted the opponent's attack, and ended them with two thick death gazes.

"Jie jie jie... Damn little guy, do you really think that you can overthrow a third-order wizard with this low-level elemental puppet? You..."

Yurga, who had killed all the enemies in one breath, was standing above the broken flints all over the ground, and when he was taunting the opponent who dared not show his face, two "familiar" sounds came out from the depths of the distant flames again. furious roar.

Immediately afterwards, two tall Balrogs rushed out of the sea of ​​flames with rumbling steps, roaring and rushing forward while throwing lava fireballs at him frantically.

Damn... damn... why does that bastard still have such an elemental puppet of the same level?

At this moment, not to mention Yurga on the field, even the many wizards who were on the outside and the wizard of Laureen couldn't help becoming a little half crazy.

Damn, is it popular to hit people with magic crystals these days? Those fighting on the field are not element puppets, they are simply piles of walking magic crystals. Using such an expensive magic crystal mountain to fight the enemy, and being killed by the enemy one by one in an instant, the 10,000-point crit damage brought to the puppet master is no less terrifying than the enemy suffered!

This... is already the fifth and sixth, right?

I'm afraid they add up to more than a million magic crystals, right?

Thinking of the millions of magic crystals floating in the water so lightly, anyone would press their hands on their chests, and feel heartache like a knife.

Sure enough, in the arena, within less than a minute, the two new Balrogs once again turned into shattered flints, their soul marks shattered and died.

And at the moment after the two Balrogs died in battle, flames burst out from the depths of the sea of ​​flames, violent roars sounded, and two tall figures stood up again.

"Damn bastard...you're not finished..."

At this moment, even Yurga, who always claimed to be calm and steady, couldn't help but swear.

And the wizards gathered in the stands were even more dumbfounded, each of them was so surprised that they couldn't believe their eyes. As for those apprentices, they were finger-pointing one by one, estimating the consumption of magic crystals since the start of the war for the young fire witch patriarch.

A million magic crystals... That's a million magic crystals!

Each wizard apprentice roared inwardly, roaring...

They clenched their fists and trembled all over, feeling the limitations and insignificance of their own thinking for the first time...

If... If the million magic crystals belonged to him, the picture, the scene, must be unimaginably wonderful!

With this million magic crystals, it is absolutely possible to buy a few outlaw-style wizards on the spot, and also buy a large group of wizard apprentices who are not afraid of death. But now, with the explosion of death stares, the magic crystal mountain that had been lingering around them collapsed, and their dreams disappeared along with it.

All of a sudden, countless wizards and apprentices in the arena became a little lost!

Not to mention these outsiders, even Mary and Billis were a little dumbfounded at this moment.

Damn it, battlefield duels can still be played like this?

Especially Bliss, the bug witch, couldn't help but snapped his fingers and thought about how many bugs he could use to kill a terrifying Balrog.

The swarm...I'm afraid not!

The attack and defense of the swarm were still too weak, and it was almost impossible to get close to the terrifying Balrog with the flame barrier. The Balrog didn't need to fight either, as long as he stood in the center of the swarm with the flame barrier on, it was enough to kill most of the swarm.

In contrast, only those 1st and 2nd rank worm generals could break through the Balrog's body and destroy the puppet crystal nucleus inside.

As far as the number and combat power of his current worm generals are concerned, it is still possible to kill a terrifying Balrog, but it needs to pay nearly half of the worm general casualties. If you go all out, it is also possible to kill the terrifying Balrog that cooperates with each other.

However, you have to be mentally prepared to be wiped out by the generals and swarms!

But in front of that strange patriarch, the two terrifying Balrogs seemed nothing. Look... look... The seventh and eighth terrifying Balrogs roared and appeared again!

At this moment, for some reason, the worm witch Billis felt a little sympathetic to Yurga, the Tier 3 wizard who 'ruled' the audience.

His luck was just... bad!

And the Lady Mary next to him also breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Now that the crisis is gone, and the sweetheart has a chance to win, her mood is involuntarily reversed.

Wow, wow...You bastard Greem, you actually have such a trick but didn't tell me in advance, making me worry and cry for a long time...Hmph, wait, wait until you get back to your residence, and see how I deal with you... …

As for the white-robed wizard Laurian in the corner of the venue, his brows could not help but frown.

Damn, what the hell do those bastards in the intelligence department do? Why didn't even such important information as the target person be collected? You bastard Yurga, have your brains been eaten by dogs? Why are you entangled with those brainless elemental puppets? It is only reasonable to find that kid and kill him...

It's a pity that no matter how much he roared in his heart, the situation on the field has already undergone an unacceptable reversal!

When the seventh and eighth terrifying Balrogs roared and fell in front of Yurga, the ninth and tenth terrifying Balrogs also appeared on the stage immediately after.

At this moment, the wizards and apprentices watching the battle have successfully passed the psychological refractory period, and their thinking and spirit became active again.

They chanted slogans and watched with great interest how the powerful third-level wizard destroyed piles of magic crystals again and again, and then watched piles of new magic crystals roaring up and continuing to rush into the battlefield.

They no longer cared about the outcome of the battle. They were just curious about how many magic crystals the legendary fire witch patriarch planned to use to kill the third-level wizard in front of him...two million...or three million?

Affected by this strange psychology, the wizards and apprentices in the stands even involuntarily began to cast an eye-catching chip in their hearts for the third-level wizard Yurga.

"19..."

"18 pcs……"

"I bet 16... Can't you see that wizard Yurga is already breathing? I bet 16 elemental puppets can take him down..."

"Hmph, what do you know? Breathing only represents his anger. Any wizard will burst out with amazing potential when facing a life-and-death battle...so I bet 21!"

Some familiar wizards or apprentices got together happily and started to play the betting game.

But just when they were all incarnations of "analysis kings", some changes suddenly occurred in the arena.

The newly charged Balrogs exploded themselves!