A New Age of Magic

Fist-toothed ray is a kind of three-level Warcraft, after growing up, the body can be up to ten meters long, and the teeth are as big as a person's fist.

Despite its large size, this is a relatively weak existence in the third-level Warcraft, because its power is only in a talent of brute force magic, and no other difficult skills.

Therefore, this juvenile manta, which has obviously not yet grown up, may even become a prey for ordinary fishermen.

However, most of the value of Warcraft is reflected in its leather. A third-level reel is priced at 3 gold, of which 30 silver is the casting fee, and the remaining 2 gold is 70 silver. More than half is on the magic paper.

The skin of a juvenile fist, cut into a standard reel model with a length of 40 cm and a width of 30 cm, can produce almost 15 or 6 sheets. Even if the process of drying and air drying requires a thick layer of profit, then At least the income of five or six gold coins.

Therefore, the Ming Fist has fallen into the net, and the magical effect of its reliance has obviously passed, and there are clearly people under its mouth. Hit it.

In case the fish skin is broken, maybe one or two gold coins will fly like that, who can afford it?

Wood and Sveti jumped off the cliff. The cliff was 20 to 30 meters high. It was not a distance where they could safely land, but since they were playing big on the beach since childhood, they knew everything about it. Every falling foot could find the cliff accurately. Gaps or other grounds.

In ten or so leaps, the two descended to the bottom of the cliff and ran to the sea with their legs spread.

"Poor civilians!" This is the world where nobles, religions, mages, and fighters occupy the top layer of society, while civilians, serfs, and slaves all live at the bottom, working day and night only to feed, even for the noble lords Money that is disdainful at all will disregard human life and distort human nature.

Fowles sighed, not because of how pathetic the people under the cliff were, but fortunately for himself, after all he was born in a noble family and did not have to struggle from scratch.

He did n’t mean to help Xiaya, and doing a good deed was not in line with his worldview.

After receiving some slight noises from behind his ears, Fowles suddenly turned sideways, brushing his dagger with a hardened green light just across his side, and then the face of the masked thief surprised, losing his balance due to the failure of the backstab Thin body

The last survival crisis on my front has finally surfaced

The last time you were in distress, it was not because you were stabbed to death. The predecessor, Fowles, was too unlucky to be occupied by the traversing magpie's nest dove when he was weak.

The assassin's original intention, if you think about it, you know that it is not to take the life of Fowles, but just to let him fail the trial, and even calculate the magic treatment fee.

Since he was so decent in his shots and so refined in calculations, this would not be a one-time task only. Fowles calculated that this guy was still around him and would continue to interfere with his trial results until the trial was over.

Although debris lingered during this time, Fowlesk never forgot that there was such a person hiding in the corner and staring at himself.

In the beginning, he had no money, so he could stroll around the streets without attracting assassins; when he later had money, he kept quiet in the villa, and had not given the assassin a chance until now.

The assassin also had to shoot. Fowles made more money every day. Muscular men in his yard were chasing. Each of them was no longer able to play his own role. Today, he will not do it. but

The one hit that must have been flashed by the opponent?

There was a emptiness in the Assassin's heart, as if he fell suddenly into the abyss in his sleep, and when he shot it was found to be a spring dream.

However, after all, he was a combatant after a real battle. The moment his mind lost his body and his body was unbalanced. With the other arm stretched out, he took Falls with him and fell a cliff of more than 20 meters.

Fowles didn't panic, spit out a few meaningless spells "Alas," and the arm put a slight push on the assassin, and pulled the distance from the assassin to a few meters.

Then, a few more characters popped out, and Fowles's body fell suddenly, compared to the assassin, it seemed to be stuck in the air.

Feather fall technique, the change is a first-level magic, the greatest trust that the mage will not fall to death.

The assassin who fell in the air was not surprised, a grin appeared on his face, and his right hand swung a little, and the poison dagger glowed with light, slowly stabbing towards the Falls in the air.

The brilliance on the dagger is usually called fighting spirit. Fighters and combatants can only condense in the body to counteract magic. Only when they reach the master level can they be released in appropriate amounts to hurt people.

It is difficult to resist the throwing of weapons of the combatant level and the protection below level three, and it can achieve high speeds that ordinary people can't distinguish with the naked eye.

However, assassins are known for their careful calculations, but they will not miss this opportunity to play with their opponents-feather fall, is a spell that makes people fall like feathers, and cannot control the direction and speed of the body's fall.

auzw.com Therefore, the assassin ’s grudge throwing not only did not reach the upper limit of the speed, but instead slowed down as much as possible, and even needed to calculate the amount of advance to accurately hit the Buddha whose landing speed is not very fast. Als.

The assassin outlined in his mind the picture of Fowles' helplessness as a dagger

Falls also smiled like a scheming, waved his hand, turned his body, turned lightly, and avoided the poison dagger.

How is it possible? ! Although the assassin himself is an illegal teacher, the goal of action is often, and he knows the master's ability very well. He is the first time that Falls has been contrary to common sense.

Obviously it was just the feather fall technique, which was able to move laterally

However, it doesn't matter, wait for it to fall back to the ground, down to earth, this kid is not in hand yet? For a cliff of more than 20 meters, the combatant can't jump from bottom to top. If he jumps from top to bottom, even more than 20 meters may not be able to fall.

The assassin's mind is very good, but he has no chance!

He saw a strange look on the face of Fars who was farther and farther away from him, and gestured to him remotely, a sense of turbulent rotation came, and his entire body fell upside down.

The assassin instinctively struggled, but the more he struggled, the more upright his body was, the more stable he was, like a cat falling from a height, but the body's instinctive posture was four claws up instead of normal down.

This seems to be a magic. Walking on the wall with cornices can greatly enhance the sense of balance, but how does the added balance here increase vertically? Moreover, this magic seems to be released in close contact?

The assassin had no time to come up with an answer, and the shooting star fell to the ground!

It is a fact that the strong division master can jump from a height of 30 to 40 meters without any damage, but it also scores where to land!

Legs, no problem, flat body shot, I am afraid that I will be seriously injured, as for holding the head of the Amitabha!

Under the cliff is a soft beach, the assassin fell on it, the entire head and chest were inserted into the sand, and the lower body and legs were pointed straight at the sky and did not fall, as if planted in the ground, you can imagine what you suffered when you landed Shock

The cliff is 20 meters high, and the landing speed is 20 meters per second. According to the weight of the assassin, the strength parameter of the combatant level, and the depth of the assassin's insertion into the sand, Falls can estimate that even if the assassin raised his arms at the last moment , It is impossible to be sober now.

However, being careful, Falls did not fall to the ground, but flew slowly back to the top of the cliff.

At this time, Fowles felt a violent heartbeat, and felt a series of soft legs. Although he has simulated countless times in his brain, this is after all the first real battle since he crossed!

Human beings are animals that are emotionally controlled by chemical hormones. Even if the soul of Fowles is special, he must be affected by the flesh.

The onion assassin did not move, and the Falls on the cliff did not dare to go down, breathing heavily. If there is no advantage of the terrain of the cliff, the Falls on the flat ground is not an opponent at all, even if he can calm, fix the law, speed Hair, instant

The power of magic lies in the area and the scope. The first-level magic can make people who are on the verge of death really die, and the second-level magic can change people who are alive and kicking to the point of death or even death, but this is about ordinary people.

Only level 3 magic can cause damage to the fighters. Level 4 magic can kill the fighters, and it is far from this standard to hurt Master Fowles!

Although it only took a moment for Fang Cai to fight, before that, Fowles did not know how much time he spent deducing, choosing a location in Orlando that was beneficial to him, analyzing the assassin ’s psychology, what might happen during the fight, and rebuilding the entire process repeatedly

After all, there is only one small life, and even the slightest mistakes can be irreversible.

The heartbeat gradually subsided, and Fowles finally felt the mood to look around again. In the distance, Siweidi and Wood were struggling to grab people from their mouths. They did n’t have time to pay attention to the conflict and the deadlock. But Buddha He is not in a hurry.

Just a minute or two later, the mage stationed in the tower, Elanfa, descended from the sky, looking at Falls with a smile: "You are really busy with business, are there assassins?"

Fowles pouted under the cliff: "Well, a combatant."

Elapha didn't care, in his impression, Fowles cast a spell as high as seven or eight. Under the circumstances of preparation, it is not surprising to kill a combatant: "OK, leave it to me!"

Although the strength is an apprentice, after all, Fowles got a graduation certificate, and a master who has been registered for 800 years. The master is under the control of someone who is beaten, not to mention being assassinated.

Elaine flew down, waved his staff, and Yiyi yelled out a string of incantations, pointing a finger at the assassin, a large number of metal ribbons out of nowhere, binding the assassin tightly.

Then Elan tapped the ground lightly, and a big hand came out of the sand, three or two to pull the assassin down.

The assassin coughed a few times to wake up. His feelings were really dizzy. Although he was awake, the assassin would rather never wake up