The gravel on the ground was trembling constantly, and even the whole sky was rumbling. Hundreds, thousands, and there was no other thing in their eardrums for a while, and they could only hear this.
It rolled like a storm—the simple sound of thunder could not even describe this roar. The sound waves were compressed and stacked at the limit, as if they had trembled thousands of times in one breath, penetrated the eardrum, penetrated the body, penetrated the body, penetrated the eardrum, penetrated the body, and penetrated the sound waves.
Through everything.
The Knight's impact collapsed silently in this huge roar.
In the long evolution process, horses make their hearing keen, but because of this, too high audio or audio even if it is just a few sounds, it will cause the horse to be frightened. Most of the training that war horses usually undergo is as follows.
It is related to adapting to the noise of the battlefield - and this sound is obviously not something that horses can adapt to.
The horses roared, and they hurriedly stopped their steps forward, not even caring that doing so would have a huge impact on them - two of the four horses fell to the ground and rolled a few times,
The other two, regardless of the pain caused by the bridle and saddle reins, struggled and jumped desperately, breaking away the things that originally bound them, and then escaped from this terrible place. Even though the knights were pretty good, they still
There was a guy caught off guard, pressed down by a horse, howling in pain, but this sound could not penetrate the rolling sound waves at all.
The thunderous sound lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and the defensive lines of will of hundreds of people were added to the things that were also destroyed.
"Is this magic? It's so scary..." When the rolling sound waves finally passed, the audience barely broke free from the trembling fear. They subconsciously murmured to themselves, and then began to pray, curse, and question.
"No, he didn't chant the spell at all, nor did he have any gestures... that sound, that sound was made by himself!"
"Oh my god...yes, this is the dragon! It's the roar of the dragon!"
"Difficult... Could it be that this mage apprentice is actually not a human at all, but a giant dragon?"
"A dragon? The gods are above..."
Noisy comments made some facts quickly distorted... Within a few words, the originally ridiculous inference became very likely - after all, the only one who could defeat the demon after the legend was the only one who could defeat the demon after the legend.
Isn't it?
So, in the blink of an eye, countless people were already screaming in the rolling sound, making layers of stands boil.
"That's just a syllable technique! You idiots!"
Countless surprises, sighs, and doubts formed not inferior to the roaring noise, but Damian's angry voice actually passed through at this moment!
The face of the young nobleman was twisted to almost hideously, because his assistant, the four family knights were actually less than a hundred feet away from the damn guy. If they rushed up like this while jumping off the horse, that
The guy might be dead, but now, if you want to cross this distance, it might trigger the opponent's next round of magic attack.
Fortunately, there is no regulation. Even if you lose a mount, you will lose... Fortunately, his distance is not close, and the mount is a trained war horse. Otherwise, he might not have been able to dismount so quickly.
It is possible that you have already made a fool of yourself in public.
But this feeling of being attacked made his heart even more angry.
"Roar up! Kill him!" he ordered.
Yes, you can kill him by rushing up. This is a simple and clear command, and even more effective than it sounds, the spear and sword in the hands of the knights are specially made hidden weapons, even if they look nothing but wood. It's just a stick, but this hard tumor even exceeds that of cooked iron. As long as it has murderous intent, it can definitely kill people.
Unfortunately, the orders were not executed in place.
Several knights are now swordsmen - they are not novices. How could they not know what young nobles can see? But with rich experience, these knights understand very well. If they lose their mounts, they actually lose. —The other party is a magician. No matter how much his legs run, it is impossible to be faster than magic. Now there are at least a hundred feet away. The other party just needs to use an acceleration technique and fight while running, and he will lose a few of them. More win less.
Forced by the power of the Golden Pelicans, they had to muster up the remaining courage to choose to rush forward in survival and livelihood...
However, during this sprint, some of the strength will inevitably be left.
The strength to save your life at critical moments.
The soft charge made a low sneer under the hood of the black burqa.
Noise, dust and flames must not be taken lightly in war - the greater the noise you make, the higher the morale of your army will be, and the lower the morale of your enemies will be.
The noise of the tsunami in the field was broken down by psychic energy and recast, which became the source of this huge sound. Edward had never really heard the roar of the dragon, but other things... Godzilla, King Kong , as long as the roar of jackals, tigers and leopards and even aircraft engines are used well, how much difference can be achieved under this volume?
Then, it's your own purpose.
He started running.
The movements have exceeded most people's perception of running. Countless pairs of eyes stared at the figure who took more than ten feet in one step - completely different from the speed caused by acceleration, the power brought by the psychic tendon, It's closer to a simple charge.
"Crack!" "Uh..."
A hundred feet away in a flash. Then a knight fell down. Facing the shadow that rushed towards him, he was going to snatch the thorns, but the figure was actually slippery like a fish, just a flash. He found that his arm was twisted into a strange shape in a severe pain, and his body slammed into the ground. The terrible impact made him faint directly, and he didn't know where the spear in his hand was thrown.
Oh, on his companion.
——The wooden spear was seized by a split hand, and it roared and turned half a circle, hitting a hard waist that was hard to defend against by metal armor. The terrible impact of centrifugal force made the guy fly outward and faint before he landed on the ground. Then, an elbow jumped backwards with his body, hitting the third knight who rushed up and holding the giant sword high. So the face deformed instantly, and the man sprayed blood and teeth and fell down Go on!
The power is actually not great, and it is even worse than the lethality of any enemy. However, the timing, strength, direction and method of taking action are extremely accurate and clever. In just a few strokes, the attacks of the three swordsmen are completely completed. Defeat.
At this time, the young master in the distance had just raised his hand.
The collapse came so quickly that Damian had no idea at all - to be precise, he was looking for that enemy.
The black robe shadow disappeared in his eyes. It seemed that only he and a few of his subordinates were left in the huge arena - one moaning under the horse, and the remaining three were in the meaningless
Run, wave the weapon in your hand, and let out a strange scream.
Invisibility?
Damian was stunned for a moment, then put the emerald green lens he was holding in front of him.
The prince of the Chancellor of the Finance Minister is not a useless waste. At least he knows no less about magic than ordinary mage apprentices. The crystal in his hand is a magical instrument that can present the subtle disturbance of magic to the observer.
In front of you - there is no way to hide any magic.
And its function is not just to break the invisibility.
From a certain perspective, this is also Damian's confidence - it was because he used it to view that target. He realized that this so-called "brave" did not have a high sense of the magic net.
Well, it’s already a politeness to say that it’s not high.
In the lens, the shadow that was almost as dim as His Majesty the King was simply a symbol of an ordinary person who had no magical talent at all. It is precisely because of this that Damian happily decided to appear with his subordinates - at best, he could only play one part.
The enemy of spells cannot pose too much threat to himself.
Well, at least that was what he thought a few dozen breaths ago...
The other party actually used only one sound magic technique to make the four knights overturned. The remaining three were falling down one after another for some reason. The terrifying screams and blood-springing faces made the young nobles tremble.
—The noise of the audience, the painful screams of the knight in his hands, the groans, the horse's uneasy nose and neighing, and the noise of the completely unrestrained mood, making his mind confused.
The smell of dry dust, the faint bloody smell that drifted down the wind became thicker, penetrated into his nostrils and turned down his throat, causing his stomach to start spasms and vomited briefly!
No hope of winning?
No matter whether that guy's power is strong or weak, it cannot be shaken by these ordinary family knights... Damn, I should have mobilized some stronger people long ago! But my status in the family has never been high, those strong people
No one of them is willing to obey the orders under his own hands, otherwise, how could such an ending be possible?
Damian took the reins and pulled out the sword from his waist. The miserable situation he was ready to throw it in front of him was enough to see the situation clearly. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he could only admit that he had to go.
Although doing so is extremely negative and will have many adverse effects on his reputation, those false names are insignificant things compared to their own life, compared to the daily pain and trauma they may suffer.
But is it really that easy?
Just as the wooden sword left the hook, and was about to lift it high and fall heavily, Damian's mount suddenly jumped! The young nobleman screamed reflexively, trying to grab the reins, but was thinking about whether
Before he was about to vault and escape, the beast had already arched violently!
The sky is spinning.
The terrible impact force, the numb and tingling feeling burst out from half of his cheeks and body, made him almost cry... and when he finally raised his bloody vision, he noticed the gods.
On the top, why did that shadow-like black run to the front?!
Even in the black robe, the two stretched out hands and pale and slender fingers had already put on his wrists and wrists!!
"Get out!" The young master was shocked: "If you dare to hurt a hair of my hair, my father will give it to me..."
The angry roar stopped in the next moment because he noticed that all his threats had changed quietly for some reason.
"I am a man from the Jasper family. For the sake of the reputation of the nobles, even if I die, I will never admit defeat!"
The voice of the young nobles resounded throughout the audience, making almost all the spectators quiet for a moment, holding their breath and condensed their breath - not many people could have thought that this young master of the Golden Pelicans would have such a stubborn side, and could be
In this unfavorable situation, protect your pride. However, the square is too big, and the audience is sitting half a mile away recently, so few people can notice that the extremely distorted expression of this 'man' is simply
It doesn't match bold words.
"I will never admit defeat! I will defeat you!"
To outsiders, it was probably because the problem had just fallen off the horse. The young nobleman kept yelling. He seemed to be hysterically suppressing the shadow of the black robe with the sword in his hand, supporting himself little by little
.
But the facts and appearance are actually exactly the opposite.
Damian felt his mind was messy. He knew clearly that all his power was indeed on the sword... or in other words, on the hands that grabbed both of his hands. The force from above made him
Damian couldn't help but move, and was half lifted and pulled up. The two hands seemed to be to block the wooden sword in the other party's hand, but just a light touch of the gloves on Damian's right hand,
The same layer of skin disappeared for no reason. When he shook his hand and tried to let go of the sword, the other party pulled it casually, and a nail that had already split was already rooted!
The terrible pain made the young noble stagger, and then kneel down with a loud bang!
He had no strength to resist. The severe pain had already made him not even know where to control his urination, tears and snot. Extreme fear ravaged his spirit and soon exceeded his limit
The muscles on his face kept shaking and twisting, like an extremely distorted smile, but the sound made was even more creepy than the scream.
Yes, creepy, because Damian couldn't hear his screams.
There were countless sounds in his ears, which were the friction sounds of the muscles of his arms twisting to places they could not usually turn, and the strange tone of the sound of crisp bone breakage. But this sound was only Damian.
Only I can hear it, and it is truly heard from the inside of my body into the inner ear.
And all the sounds around him turned into a mighty roar.
The young noble's head hangs down, erects up, and then hangs down... The pain can make people feel unconscious again, awaken again and then coma...
Between coma and awakening, he could only see the eyes that were close to him, the pupils with silver eyes flashing, cold and cruel - let the young nobles understand something - they were in pain and death, this was the enemy
, tossed to Damian, the only way.
...
"stop!"
A low roar rang.
Edward was shocked. He threw away his soft opponent and tried to retreat, but before that, a circle of black light exploded around him, and the shadows on the ground twisted and turned into substance, one by one, ten feet long.
The strips suddenly rushed over from all directions, wrapping around his hands, feet and body. Although the hunter pulled a dozen pieces away almost instantly, the magic creatures from unknown space immediately rushed into more places, tightening him.
Wrapped
"Oh no! I'm careless!"
Edward was shocked. He didn't expect that someone would dare to break the rules and attack him when everyone was unaware of this! This sudden burst of magic omitted the spell, and the speed was so fast that even he could not react, and it was not stopped.
In this way, the magic tentacles on the neck began to tighten inward! The power was so great that it was to crush his throat! And the power on the arm was unsustainable!
"Cunning little bastard, do you think you can do whatever you want? Die!"
The bones seemed to be crying, and the throat was pressed into a burst of retching, but it was clattered. Edward turned his only free sight and noticed that the gloomy shadow psychic gathered in his mind in the side stands.
The last little power, however, seemed to be unaffected by the other party's spirit.
If the power of the mind piercing is a subtle steel needle, then the other party's spirit is like a hard and hard wall!
"Damn... such a fucking mistake!" Opportunity turned into a crisis. Edward found that he obviously underestimated the behavior of some people - imperial power, secular, or common sense, and is not the only rule that needs to be followed in this world.
Only strength is, so some people can do whatever they want.
In this situation, a high-level mage can do nothing even if he dies unjustly as long as he uses the excuse of "magic loss of control".
die?
No, will I die like this? Never!
Thinking seems to be mixed up, vague, but pure... All thoughts are rolling, aggregating, and finally turning into a stream!
Bang!
A roar of shock and anger seemed to be heard in my mind, and at the same time, the tentacles made of shadows turned into invisible in the air! Edward fell to the ground in a mess! He raised his head unconsciously and noticed the terrifying spell singing.
In the voice, more magic net energy was gathering around the figure...
Damn bastard, do whatever he wants?
But at the moment when the bitter smile gathered on the corner of his mouth, a faint thunder sound came from the sky.
"Not good, Your Majesty, leave here quickly, someone has passed through the magic..."
A voice was warning loudly, but when it emitted, the bright fire light also lit up! The rolling flames flashed in the space and then closed! It was like a red dragon sneezing in the air!
...
A national wizard who issued the warning was already pale.
The defense of the emperor is naturally extremely comprehensive. In such a large building, counter-transmission must be done, and the elites among the national mages must also re-reinforce these counter-transmission arrays, and in order to achieve
Highest.
But now, the shadow of the hood on the face of the national mage could not cover his pale face. The magical formation with extremely comprehensive protection actually appeared, and although it was not too big, it was enough to teleport a person to
They were beside him, his body stiffened, and he immediately reached out and grabbed a hanging ornament on his chest, and with a snap, he spread a circle of golden energy around him and the emperor.
"Oh... Little guy, why are you so nervous? I just came here to see the fun. Why is it so troublesome?" A stream of water was stacked like a wave, and a sharp voice came from the slowly dissipating halo: "Oh, ah, ah, a sharp voice came from the slowly dissipating halo: "Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, a light voice came from the light that slowly dissipated: "Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah,
, I have said a long time ago that if it is not a last resort, it is best not to make these storage items. If the number of items is too small, it will be a big waste of resources."
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