"Claustrophobia..." Saffman murmured this sentence. Although her whole body was wrapped in disguise spells at this moment, even so, Don Quixote could still look at this man's eyes
I saw that he seemed to be recalling certain things. Of course, what he could recall at this moment was his past experience, and the performance of this mage also confirmed Don Quixote's conjecture. It was obvious that he had just passed.
He was just a fraud, and he just probably realized that Saffman hated being in the elevator. During that time, his soul fluctuations, even his psychic fluctuations, had a little confusion, until he came to this spacious room.
The room has returned to normal.
If he guessed wrongly, at worst he could summon Osilis to scare the mage, but since he was scared, he would not plan to do that. The reason is very simple. Osilis can be said to be his final trump card.
The more people know, the more likely they are to be discovered by "Lantes". Then, accordingly, Buddha is forced to be prepared to deal with Osilis at any time. This is not what Don Quixote wants.
result.
Moreover, for Don Quixote, even the ability of the entire Feren world, everyone has a mentality. If you can do it, try not to do it. After all, life is precious, and meaningless battles can only bring meaningless death.
If you really want to take action, you must fight to the death. Never hold back. If you hesitate for a second, you may be the one who dies.
So for Don Quixote, he found a loophole in the mind of the mage in this field, so he was confident that he would tell Saffman something without fighting. And
I also know that I can’t use my abilities at will.
In fact, this is not what Don Quixote wants to show off. As Saffman said just now, in the world of Feren, a wizard of a realm like Saffman and you are a wizard of a ring. It is almost impossible to talk calmly.
It is possible that he did this because he was a person in the Guardian League. If he had been a mage in other realms, he probably had a spell that had been thrown over. The most important reason for such inability to negotiate equally is that he was incorrect in strength.
Wait, no one will negotiate with you.
After a long time, Saffman breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had come out of the past. Of course, because of this disguise spell, and because she consciously restrained her soul fluctuations, Don Quixote did not
Through her external behavior, she found out what she was thinking at the moment. "It seems that you said you are a mage who can treat other people's mental illnesses. This sentence is actually true." Obviously Saffman didn't make any arguments, obviously
This is useless in front of this mage. From his confident expression, he is 100% sure that he has a disease of fear of the small space. "But so what? Or do you think you can limit me to a certain vassal?
What about the environment?”
Don Quixote shrugged, lit a cigarette again, and took a sip, "Father Peter Pan. Gu taught us that nothing is possible."
"Bang!" Before Don Quixote finished speaking, he felt a powerful force acting on him, to be precise, gravity, because after his lighter fell on the ground, it was actually on the floor.
A hole was smashed, and the reason why the sofa under my butt did not collapse was due to Saffman's precise control, creating a balanced position to ensure that I was determined here. As long as there was a little more strength, my body
It will be crushed, of course, when Don Quixote does not resist.
"First of all, I never remember that God the Father said this, or something like that, and then, now consider begging me for mercy and joining our Guardians Alliance, I may consider letting you go, after all, you are a person.
That's it."
"It turned out to be changing the gravity," Don Quixote turned his neck hard, slowly raised one hand, and took a puff of cigarette. As a result, because the gravity was changed, the ashes actually floated in the air. "It's really amazing
What about ability, but," said Don Quixote, who smiled strangely, "Father Peter Pan, the Father, said, "If you give me a gift, I must return you a gift...
so.."
As soon as Don Quixote finished speaking, the Mirror of the Sky was like a light bulb, emitting a soft light, of course it looked more like a barrier, wrapped in two sofas, a table, and two people in it.
The appearance of this light also firmly fixed Saffman on the sofa, and also protected Don Quixote from being pressed into meat pie by Saffman's gravity field. At this moment, Don Quixote
The spirit gathering array had already been opened with all its strength. The basic elements around them, even the elements that were supplied to the puppets through the element pool, were plundered by Don Quixote to supplement his constantly losing spiritual energy. Of course, the result is
The puppets stopped moving.
"Is this your trump card?" Saffman already understood that the mage opposite had a sub-artifact that even the mage in her realm would be jealous and jealous. And now, this sub-artifact is not yet
The average power not only completely cut off the connection between herself and the mage tower, but the mage of the dignified realm can only maintain her domain to resist the power that binds the body and soul, but what made her curious about was that she was surrounding Doji.
The huge magic array that expanded almost to the entire study room could actually convert basic elements into psychic energy in an instant, maintaining the consumption of this sub-art. "You think it can be more lasting than me with it...
”
"Wait," Suddenly, Saffman's unchanging face finally changed, because she suddenly realized why Don Quixote said that she had claustrophobia...
"Tsk tsk," Don Quixote gasped for a difficult time, looking like a charlatan, "I like to deal with smart people, so I can save me more trouble. Congratulations, guess right, I remember... yours
The message conveyed by the soul fluctuations seems to include this picture," said the soft light wrapped around Don Quixote and Saffman suddenly changed, whether in shape or color,
It slowly transformed into five dark walls, wrapping Don Quixote and him. Only a dark oil lamp hung on the top wall, which would drop a few drops of lamp oil from time to time. Of course, Don Quixote deliberately
After arrangement, the location where the fictional lamp oil fell was exactly where Saffman sat.
"I'm sorry, you're so good at controlling your soul fluctuations, so I can only roughly see such a dark place. Of course, I think this lamp should be very restored,"
Speaking of this, Don Quixote licked his lips and couldn't help laughing a few times, "I'm a little sleepy, I'll take a break first."
Obviously Don Quixote is planning to compete with Saffman for endurance, to see if his psychic energy cannot be supported first, or if the mage in this field opposite is defeated by his own inner demon or nightmare...
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"Hu~ha~" Saffman looked coldly at Don Quixote, who was really lying on the sofa and whispered. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. It was also a bit difficult because she was really at this moment.
There is a kind of return to the past that made her unable to look back on. Although the memory here is still somewhat different from her, she, who is claustrophobic, will do it in such a place, let alone the maintenance field, even if it is a structural spell.
It is interfered by the subconscious mind, or by the word she got from Don Quixote.
Of course, even if you know, it is useless. Doctors cannot treat themselves. It is impossible to modify their core consciousness by themselves, because according to Don Quixote's theory, only after both consciousness and subconscious mind enter sleep will the core consciousness have
It may be modified, and if Saffman's consciousness is dormant, then who will modify her core consciousness for her?
Others? Stop talking about it. What is the concept of a wizard in the realm? If you can control a wizard in the realm, you can almost walk sideways in Feiren. Which wizard in the realm dares to hand over his soul to others to deal with?
?
Just a few minutes later, Saffman's breathing became more rapid. Although she tried her best to control her mood and tried her best to prevent herself from recalling that memory, mental illness is psychological illness. If
If you can transfer your personal will, Saffman would not have the so-called claustrophobia, so at this time, Saffman, wrapped in a disguised spell, cannot use spells because of the barrier of the Mirror of the Sky.
Even her own field is barely maintained. She could not escape from here. She was already covered in cold sweat. She even looked at the oil lamp on the ceiling and the image of Don Quixote opposite her and began to rotate and twist, all of this.
Everything shows that Saffman's soul is becoming more and more chaotic..
"Hu~~Ha~~Ha~~Ha~~Ha~~" Saffman's eyes flashed with helplessness, because she remembered the words of one of her teachers, being a soul wizard.
After growing up, they are definitely difficult characters. Even if this man does not have a sub-art, he can still find another field mage and tell him his weaknesses, so when he is confined to such a small place
When she couldn't force her breakthrough, she could imagine what her fate would be. This time she completely believed Don Quixote's words, that is, Saffman surrendered and admitted that Don Quixote had followed.
She is qualified to negotiate in a positive way.
"I...I..." Obviously Saffman wanted to tell Don Quixote that I recognized your strength. Such meaningless consumption between each other has no meaning. Unfortunately, she forgot her own
There is also a layer of camouflage spell outside. Whether it is sound or anything else, it can only communicate with other people through this spell. In this confined space, because of the disorder of your soul, this spell cannot be
He was controlled normally, so what he said was me, but in fact the sound he made was meaningless, somewhat similar to breathing.
Don Quixote, who was wholeheartedly maintaining the spirit gathering array, opened his eyes hard and glanced at Saffman, and continued to fill the huge amount of spiritual energy into the mirror of the sky. Obviously, the mage of restricted domain is not
It was a relaxing thing. In fact, Don Quixote was almost at the point where the oil was exhausted. The reason why he still insisted was that he pretended to be calm and swallowed a drop of his daughter's saliva from time to time.
More importantly, Saffman's soul is already in a mess. He can win this battle as long as he grits his teeth.
"I...I...Don't..." Obviously Saffman was really panicked at this moment, because the disguise spell wrapped around her body had begun to appear just like the last time she was in that huge and super large bathroom.
The cracks glowing with white light finally gave her soul a state of chaos that was so chaotic that Don Quixote pretended to wake up and sat up from the sofa.
Of course, if Saffman looked at his hands and feet carefully, he would find that the man had lost the ability to stand up. Just as he closed the claustrophobic space, he also saw that it happened to Saff.
Things about Man, if the mage does not want to have a meaningless fight, no one will be so stupid that he uses his psychic energy to peek at the other person's body. Don Quixote does not know that Saffman is not Saffman, or Saffman
The appearance is just a camouflage spell, so I was stunned for a moment. With just this moment, with a click, Saffman's external camouflage spell scattered all over the ground like broken glass... (To be continued