Although the reputation was used in the title, there was no trace of respect... It echoed in the hall, making everyone feel a sharp... strange - even with a hint of pleasant low magnetic properties,
It's like a big spoon inserted into people's minds, and then it keeps turning around, stirring up their concentrated spirits into a mess. It makes them completely forget what they are experiencing and how they are about to act.
Everything in the hall calmed down, leaving only this sound slowly echoing until after an undecided time.
"Who are you?"
Among the three shamans, the woman who was the leader was the first to escape from the psychedelic and dull person, but she just frowned tightly and looked at the shaman's leather robe in a low-level shaman.
The slender and short man broke his silent behavior and fell on the shaman next to him again.
After the silence, there was a string of messy and harsh noises. When he stood up, he turned over the chair behind him. The poor furniture was then kicked by him, and it dissipated into several segments in the sound of ping-pong collision, allowing him to surround him.
Everyone at the table frowned.
"Who allowed you to come in?"
"Report to you, Your Excellency, we have lifted the threat."
The man still responded with a casual voice, seemingly not caring about his flaws - if he was really a low-level shaman who matched his appearance, then he should at least have to kneel on one knee.
Express respect to the three great shamans, and then add a specific title to the title, as well as a singular sermon of the shamans that report the previous rituals.
But at this moment, nothing is there.
So, what does this mean?
Is he really a messenger? Or is he sent by the other party to destroy the balance? What does the so-called "removal of threat" mean? Is it a victory for one side to turn the world, or is the opponent making some orders again?
A deterrent act of uneasy? Even...
The mage in black robe lowered his eyes, as if he was carefully observing the uninvited guest... Then, the smile mixed with smugness and sarcasm climbed up to the corner of his lips again.
In the first breath, he almost subconsciously regarded the intruder as a response to the enemy - obviously a bit crappy. Because as the on-site commander of the recruitment of all things, he was in his operation in this time
The power invested is well known. The unique powers of the team he led are sufficient to ensure that any mistakes are controlled within the allowable range.
Then, he had already confirmed the complex expressions that had not yet faded in the eyes of the three shamans - doubt, mixed with shock...
Pretend to be a ghost. These inferior spellcasters who play with the rotten meat of grass roots and tree bark have always had their usual tricks, but at this moment, how could these tricks be useful to them? But they might also be the one who is quick to order, relying solely on these few inferior characters,
What interesting tricks can you play?
His eyes flashed behind the man in an instant, and the other two figures in leather robes were judged in an instant in their minds - a pretty good caster, surrounded by magic nets,
Extraordinary power. Almost close to a great shaman, but even more than in equipment. It seems that it may be one of the last supporters of the other party. However, the one around him is much shabby, except for his strong body
All I had was left was my bare hands and my breathing was messy due to excitement, which was not even a threat.
As for the one close...that's even more so.
Although he was wearing a shaman's robe, he had almost no fluctuations in his magic net... Judging from his thin wrists and his not-so-strong figure, he might be an assassin who is good at raiding.
.And the pace that is constantly approaching seems to prove this.
But. But that's it.
Even though he was successfully embedded in less than twenty feet away from everyone, as long as he aroused his own alertness, no matter how different he was from the dead at this moment, even if he and those great shamans suddenly attacked,
Don't try to put any pressure on yourself!
Shaman... all the spellcasters of magical magic are just that. Compared with the existences who truly possess power, their limited abilities are just jokes.
Especially these old guys have been entrenched in the leisurely high position for too long, and they have forgotten how to face the enemy. It is their arrogance and slackness that has almost defeated the battle, but they still have their hearts at this time.
Fantasy, hoping for so-called negotiations like this guise, but did not discover that from the beginning it was just a trap.
As the last few leaders, they all went out to face the opponents. Is there anything more appropriate to describe such behavior besides stupidity?
Or the only thing worthy of praise is their luck, right?
My own mental control or being too cautious, so the arrival of those uninvited guests actually made the three old guys a little more awake.
But so what?
If they were alert and fought to the death, or there might be a little bit of trouble for themselves, but they hesitated and they would not dare to fight to the death. So, this stupid and simple arrangement became a concern
Their own attention stumbling blocks - shock, doubt, and a series of intentional stimulations, the protection of the mind is like a fragile leather box, which looks glamorous and delicate, but with a random stab, it will sniff, break
Exit a hole.
Be self-inflicted.
Disdain and pride swelled in the heart of the man in black. He chuckled softly, his fingers intertwined, and he quietly stroked a silver ring on his middle finger of his left hand.
It is an existence, but invisible silver metal, ordinary and smooth, but in the moment it is touched, the invisible energy responds to the will of the master. It condenses and extends like a tentacle, connecting him with the silent surrounding him that has been around him.
The minds of the two people... Then the surging energy crossed the void and spread into his mind. The spark of spiritual energy flashed at the same time in the depths of his mind and the center of his pupils, presenting a magnificent and dazzling arc.
At the point where his eyes landed, the three great shamans couldn't help but raise their heads at the same time, and their bodies moved slightly!
"We have wasted too much time, respected Golden Eagle Shaman." The black-robed mage said softly: "Everyone should come back to our topic. Since I have given the most reasonable suggestions, so
I also look forward to your most satisfactory answers."
"Satisfied...satisfied..."
“Reply…Reply…”
The gentle and slow language was spit out from his mouth, but the subtle whisper turned into a noisy roar. It gradually gathered into a bright sound, echoing and roaring in the minds of all living beings:
Give up resistance. Give up false dogmas and abandon those scams that make you suffer. You should cooperate with me, strength, wealth, glory... Everything is within my reach. We are friends, we are allies, and we are about to
The master who jointly rule the world, let go of your spirits and accept that this brings you all the help...
It was the power of super resonance, the charge of three wills for a long time! The repeated sounds bombarded the hearts of the three humans. They collided, expanded, and finally broke the dam! The surging soul
Energy permeates the shaman's mind and pulls their will into a shadow of nothingness in an instant!
At this moment, there is no magic, no shamanism, nor the help of God... Only the tiny mortal consciousness struggles in this boundless wave of mind, swims hard to reach the unattainable awakening, praying for a refreshing air
Struggle. Their bodies kept trembling. Every slight trembling was wailing in their hearts: "You can't-I won't surrender..." "Get out. Get out..." "
The God of Mountains…”
Unfortunately, only one person could hear this wail, and the wail that came into his heart would only make his smile more joyful.
Look, this great ability comes from the power of the soul!
Two of the three shamans stopped and trembled in an instant, as if they were hanging their heads weakly. When they raised their heads again, their eyes were already empty... Only the female shaman who was known as the golden eagle bent down.
, bright blood burst out from her facial features! She staggered back a few steps, tremblingly raised her head, her face was already as gray as stone, the bloodlines flowing with her facial features, saliva, tears and snot mixed together, making her
His face was extremely miserable and ferocious.
"You..." She spoke with difficulty, her hoarse voice was difficult to tell, and no one listened to... The moment she spoke, the two great shamans had slowly stood up, rushed towards her violently, and grabbed her arm
Locked all her actions, and her body that was forced to press down completely blocked the words into her throat!
"Hahaha... OK, OK, OK."
The young man in black robe smiled, with a silver arc in his eyes flashing, as if he was relieved: "This is the shaman sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, this is the power of the great shaman who commands the people. With his own strength, he will fight against it.
The three of them had their minds collided without losing their minds. They were worthy of being Crullod's Golden Eagle!"
He gently patted his palms, lowered his eyes, stared at the other party's difficult head, enjoying the perfect fear and resentment mixed in that gaze - such a gaze made his body tremble slightly, making him feel that he was already high above,
Looking down on all living beings.
More, more... Only at this moment, only this scene, the extremely beautiful feeling, like in a dream.
But the dream...is broken.
“What a bad performance.”
It was a soft voice, which seemed lighter than the laughter, applause of the black-robed wizard, and even the sound of shoes rubbing against the ground caused by the struggle of the great shaman.
But this very light voice was sharp, like a steel thorn inserted into the spirit of the black-robed mage, bringing lightning through the depths of his consciousness, almost pulling his brain in half...
A sharp pain! Then, his consciousness was blurred, and everything was left with the painful screams he made himself. The three consciousnesses connected into one actually collapsed at this moment!
The black-robed mage turned around subconsciously and retreated, and his fierce movements even made a thump on the chair! The heavy wooden chair wiped his knees, but he had no time to take care of that... just widened his eyes and looked at him. The figure - short, thin, wearing a funny shaman robe, stood there not much different from all the dead around him.
However, it was him who made the disharmonious voice that broke the dream!
What's going on?
He was just talking...but how could he talk?
Under the resonance of the mind, the power of the dominant technique is enough to cover the entire hall. Although no attention has been made, everyone here can only bow to the powerful spiritual powers. They are destined to become puppets and puppets. , become soldiers who have lost their minds and only obey. Even if they can break free, huge energy will crush their will. Damage their souls and crush their insignificant resistance!
But there is one person here who does not belong to any of the two results.
"Use a dominant technique and cooperate with spiritual resonance? So I don't like you Pandueren's lackeys the most... you use force to defeat people. There is no technical content at all." The voice sounded again, making it clearer. The results it brings are also even more shocking.
In the surprised eyes of the three men in black robe, the three great shamans retreated at the same time. They let go of their companions, and three different magical techniques were flashing around them.
“Luination…”
The leader of the man in the black robe almost shouted, because everything in front of him had violated the rules in his consciousness... the supernatural powers or powers, but it was not impossible to be lifted. However, everything in front of him was a matter of time. Plunder! The power of the mind was involved, modified, and overwritten in this moment... and then the various efforts he made to dominate these great shamans became...
"Make wedding clothes for others."
It's still the same voice, calm and gentle, but it's straight into my heart.
Not only did he speak in the hearts of others, but he also answered questions that were not spoken at all... The meaning of it made the black robe master feel that his back was soaked, and the smile at the corners of his mouth had become slightly twitching, and My mind was filled with buzzing sounds.
He could only keep retreating and covet an opportunity to counterattack in fear.
Psychic Dissociation Technique, right. It is this power. As long as you hit it, it can at least cause this strange enemy to be severely damaged. Even if you fail, you will give yourself more opportunities to have your own companions!
All thoughts flashed through my mind, but it took one tenth of my breath, and the power of my mind shaped energy, which had already gathered into a gray shadow on his fingertips. However, just as he raised his arms, it was invisible. The tendril of thinking wrapped around his hands and feet, and a green light flashed, and the beam filled with destructive energy burst out, but in the end it crossed a hundred feet away, silently adding a large hole to the wall on one side of the hall.
"The power is a powerful force... There is no limit to the spell position, as long as you have enough mental power, you can display it at will; there is no need for raw materials, spells and gestures. Burning mental power can increase its amplitude and burst out unimaginable power; It requires active thinking and action is much faster than arcane.”
The short shaman was still talking, his voice was gentle and calm. But such a voice fell into the ears of the three people, which brought only fear of the unknown and shame and anger at the ridiculed: "However, the power is no longer
If it is big and cannot be hit, it will have no effect."
So, it's impossible for them to listen.
Kill, kill him, kill this terrible enemy, otherwise he will be killed!
Panic whirled in their minds, burning in reason, urging their actions.
A silver light flashed, and the spiritual power transformed into a small crystal rushing towards the enemy, but after a few feet of distance, he had expanded to about two feet in size. His accurate head seemed to have misunderstood his side, but
A dozen feet behind him exploded into thousands of small and sharp shattered crystals, covering all the enemies!
At the same time, the foggy glow had already rolled around them, turning into a large fuzzy, soft, jellyfish-like star-like manshen monster, covering their sight and carrying the corrosion effect of acid.
Behind the attack of one hard and one soft, their leaders chose to defend. The light of the spiritual power expanded, washed away the hearts of the three people, giving them solid direct protection so that they could resist the opponent's invasion - such as the soul crusher.
Pressure, such as dominance, such as life disasters, etc.
Even if this enemy is a powerful sensible person, they still have the advantage of the number of people. The confrontation of superpowers is not just a simple battle for power!
This thought comes to my mind. Then...
There is nothing else.
Thoughts suddenly interrupted, and in the eyes of others, the man in black robe who had just thought of something suddenly made a bang-hitting sound-his head swelled several times in a ridiculous way, and finally burst in the low blast
The seed turned into a day of blood rain and scattered clots, and the invisible energy outlined the transparent crystal shape in the air. The transparent outer wall was as hard as steel. The fine crystal fragments were bound to this.
In the cage that is seven feet square, it has not achieved any success except for the crisp sound of the jingle.
As soon as the vision was clear, the star-like monster had disappeared at some point, and there was no trace left. Only six people from the other party were left, and twelve sober eyes were watching the man in black robe dispersing one after another.
A figure falling in the brain.
He was completely suppressed, and he didn't even know what was going on.
The two remaining men in black robe looked at each other, and the darkness grew secretly in the deepest part of their hearts, and a mountain pressed on their hearts. They were so depressing that they were crazy! (To be continued)