Chapter 366 (1/2)
”Boom --!!”
The violent cracking sound echoed in my ears. The guard knight who charged and shouted was swallowed up by countless flames and explosions, and the smoke mixed with ashes was dazzling in the wild north wind.
The expressionless Loren stared at the glare of the fire, and his eyes showed a trace of fatigue - without opening the ”valve”, the unreserved ”Turin fire” was also a very serious load. He could already feel the tingling pain in his temples and neck.
It was a sign of exhaustion.
This is the defect of all ”casters”... Even if we can find a way to solve the corrosion of void power, human energy is extremely limited. Any high-level magic spell must be careful and there is no room for waste.
Contact with the void is extremely dangerous, and trying to use the power of the void directly like casters is like dancing on a steel wire rope - a little carelessness is drained of energy and completely crazy; Or distorted and mutated by the influence of void force.
In contrast, blowing up the brain directly seems to be a very ”ideal” way to die.
The boiling flame gradually dispersed and went out at a speed visible to the naked eye in the cold storm.
The dark haired wizard sighed slightly, and his expression was somewhat helpless... After all, this is a cold place in the far north. The power of ”Turin fire” was reduced sharply as he expected, otherwise he would not try his best, not even a little backup means left.
But all this is worth it. At least we killed the guard Knight of fascism, solved a hidden danger and completely destroyed connord's plan. On the whole, it's ok
The next second, Loren's expression gradually changed from sigh to consternation. The dilated pupils suddenly contracted, and his brain was blank. It took nearly four seconds to realize that he had just lost his mind!
In the cold wind, the smoke gradually faded... There was a huge gap in the center of the broken debris, which was like
It's like being split!
The guard knight with one hand on the sword stood in the middle of the gap with his head bowed. His left hand held the blade flat and pointed straight to the black haired wizard five steps away. The sword body was still carrying the flame that had not dispersed, emitting a bright red like lava!
Loren's pupil was only surprised, staring at the sharp blade that split the flame, desperately trying to find the answer.
How is this possible?!
Even the knight's long sword forged with secret silver can only neutralize the power distorted by the void and resist some damage slightly - it is absolutely impossible to directly split the ”Turin fire” from the middle like the guard Knight!
”When you were in melting pot town, you guessed a wrong thing...” the guard Knight slowly opened his mouth, and the heavy echo was like a voice from Hell:
”The sword in my hand is not a knight's long sword forged with secret silver, nor is it my weapon.”
Loren looked cold and forced himself to hold the bright silver hilt around his waist.
”It was a 'gift' personally given by Lord Francis from Archbishop innocent before he went to eboden to give orders. It once belonged to his majesty Brandon I, the sixth generation 'Sage'.”
”Its name is' bright star '!”
The guard Knight slowly raised his head, and his crazy eyes looked directly at the black haired wizard's eyes: ”the only material used to forge it is secret silver!”
”In front of it, there is no cutting thing!”
The dazzling red gradually faded, and the long sword full of broken mouth restored its original appearance again, the plain and cold sword body.
The black haired wizard pulled the corners of his mouth, and his surprised expression gradually turned into some helpless self mockery.
In the records of the wizard tower, there are only a few secret silver weapons in the whole empire, and they are basically handed down by the dukes. It is very difficult to see any one.
But I met him, and he was the sword of Brandon I, the sage, and the famous ”bright star”; Unexpectedly, it happened to fall into the hands of the guard Knight
This luck is really unstoppable -!
At the moment of shock, the black haired wizard had pulled out the bright silver frame in front of him, and the cold blade was puffing out the gray blue flame.
He narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at every small action and every breath of the guard knight.
The blood stained right arm is still hanging on his side, which proves that his injury still hasn't recovered; But as long as the ”bright star” is still there, the only ”high-level magic spells” are like being sealed.