The demon rushed towards the dwarf and passed through his transparent body. The splashing blood and the waving lance had no impact on him at all.
This was the second time he entered this space. The scene before him, the dwarves, and the entire battle process were exactly the same as the one he saw when he received the verdict.
It's like a gorgeous war opera, being staged over and over again.
Roy's eyes crossed the plain and looked into the distance.
He knew that before long, a red sun would rise from the mountains in the distance, and the earth would wake up in the sunshine. All life would be so prosperous.
The dwarf warrior beside him will chop off his angry-eyed head amidst the solemn and solemn roar, forever merging with the sunshine of this day and the blood-filled sky and earth. Standing tall among thousands of demons.
The top of the mountain where the clan looks up.
A demon cavalry, riding a lightning-fast Hell Leopard, rushed towards the dwarf warrior with a gun drawn.
The dwarf turned...
This scene instantly awakened Roy's memory.
Growing up, he used to follow the teacher invited by his grandfather in the windy and snowy mountains and forests, learning martial arts every move. He also used to watch knight training on the sidelines of the training ground where Bolabel's cheers were deafening.
I have even watched galloping knights charging in the audience at the arena, gladiators fighting in the arena, dwarves practicing martial arts in the dungeon, and elves wielding their bows in the lakeside city...
Roy has no talent for fighting spirit, but he has an amazing understanding of martial arts!
That was not a simple imitation. It was a talent that was deep in his bones and flowing in his blood, enough to make anyone jealous and crazy.
At the moment when the dwarf turned around, Roy seemed to have returned to the castle of Borabel. He had just stood up from the ground covered in blood and faced the last of the five Fei Lie cavalry.
He turned around subconsciously!
The demon cavalry riding the Hell Leopard roared and rushed in front of the dwarf. The dwarf began to spin, his body was like a top, and his center of gravity gradually shifted.
Roy seemed to also see the Fiery Cavalry rushing over. His spinning figure was completely synchronized with the dwarf, and there was no difference at all.
An ax appeared inexplicably in Roy's hand.
Different worlds seemed to merge together at this moment.
The tomahawk was driven by the roaring waves, and the bones and muscles of the body made crackling sounds, bang, bang, bang... In an instant, Roy and the dwarf didn't know how many axes they struck.
The battle ax came towards the enemy with a scream that broke through the air. Horizontally, obliquely, vertically, in different directions, different angles, different arcs... The two axes were flying in the air, like an axe.
Like a shadow, two groups of black and white light, one bright and one dark, are completely consistent.
The demon cavalry that rushed towards the dwarves fell on the mountaintop where blood flowed like a river, while the Fiery cavalry that rushed towards Roy shattered into fragments and disappeared from Roy's eyes into fragments.
Roy didn't stop.
He was completely immersed in the battle.
Kill! Kill! Facing millions of demons, Roy's blood was boiling. At this moment, he seemed to have possessed the body of the dwarf warrior, fighting against the overwhelming demons and fighting non-stop!
Every cell in his body was awakened, and the desire to learn hidden in his bones and rushing in his blood was cheering. Roy followed the dwarf as if he was possessed, fighting with him and learning every one of his skills.
Every movement is mesmerizing.
Time passed minute by minute. Roy had forgotten time and meditation.
However, he is still sitting there, like a rock, standing tall in the invisible tide of heaven and earth, and his magic power is still constantly trekking and growing.
One prayer hour has passed, two prayer hours have passed...
Roy's face became more and more calm and calm.
Finally, the vigorous red sun in the world of judgment jumped to the top of the mountain.
The long battle is over!
When the dwarf let out the last roar of his life, a feeling of sadness, anger and depression instantly filled Roy's chest. He stood next to the dwarf, facing the heaven and earth with him, and roared loudly.
The high-pitched roar soared straight into the sky. Countless dust, countless sand and stones, and countless blood from the sky and the earth rose into the sky along with the roar of the mountains and rivers.
Boom! At the moment when the dwarf committed suicide heroically, Roy's mental power was ejected from the vortex.
A giant wave hundreds of meters high was coming towards us.
Most of the huge wave was swallowed up by the whirlpool around him, and the rest slammed into Roy's spiritual reef. Endless energy from heaven and earth poured into his body cells, rushed into the river of magic, and entered the magic core.
, and slowly retreated.
When it recedes this time, the world calms down.
The vortex disappeared, and the diffused perception slowly returned to the sea of consciousness.
Roy opened his eyes.
In front of him, Malt, dressed in a small leather outfit, was riding on the fat dog Oliver, grabbing the fat skin on the back of Oliver's neck, running around the world, giggling.
"Malt, Oliver..." Roy, who was originally affected by the dwarf's emotions, immediately couldn't laugh or cry when he saw these two guys, and shouted angrily.
Hearing his voice, the fat dog and malt in front of them seemed to have turned to stone. They suddenly turned around and stared at Roy. Immediately, one flew and the other ran, and almost simultaneously crashed into Roy's arms!
"Woof!" the fat dog Oliver kept barking with tears in his eyes.
Roy almost went crazy after listening to a short section.
Oliver said that Malt did not feed it enough, deprived it of its food rations, and used it to threaten it. It used it as a dog mat when sleeping and a mount when playing. He bossed it around and beat and kicked it if it disobeyed.
Roy turned to look at Mal'er.
"Oh, Roy, you finally woke up. It's been eight prayers. I'm worried to death." Malya whimpered, but there were no tears in her eyes. Instead, she secretly made evil faces at Oliver.
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She and Oliver were worried about Roy when he first started meditating. But later they found that as time went by, Roy's body no longer had the previous signs of trembling. Not only did his breathing and heartbeat become more and more stable, but his complexion also became more stable.
It became calmer and calmer, even the sweat that was like rain at the beginning was gone.
After waiting for a long time, Ma Ya'er got hungry and took out the dry food given by Roy to eat. However, Oliver, who was already blind with hunger, saw him and hurriedly came over with a face and shook his head.
Asking for food from the dark elves is tantamount to asking for skin from a tiger. The relieved Malyaer was feeling bored, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, he saw Oliver's sad and angry accusations at this moment.
Eight hours of prayer?
Roy was shocked when he heard Mal'er's words. He could only meditate for a hundred breaths at a time. Even if the breathing interval was increased due to meditation, it would only be one prayer time at most. But who would have thought that fighting with the dwarf would actually
Eight prayer hours passed. But the first time I watched the dwarves fight, it only lasted a short while.
Not having time to pay attention to the two living treasures in his arms who were staring at each other heartlessly, Roy quickly used endoscopic techniques to check the magic power in his body.
The reason why a magician's level indicator is determined to be magic power is because only when magic power reaches a certain level can higher level magic be used.
After becoming a potential apprentice with one hundred magic codes, the magic power will condense from a thin gaseous state into a light and thin liquid state. However, the magic power's control over the elements will increase a lot.
An awakened person with ninety-nine magic codes may only be able to control low-level magic with one code or less. But with that extra code, after changing the form of magic power, he can control magic that requires ten or even dozens of magic codes.
Magic elements.
And five hundred magic codes is another hurdle for a magician!
After the magic power exceeds 500 magic codes, the potential apprentice can be promoted to the awakened magician.
The Awakening Mage is very close to being a real Langxing Mage. In terms of the control of magic, the Awakening Mage has actually entered the ranks of the Langxing Mage. However, due to the mental power and perception, and the lack of that
It's just because he has 500 magic powers that he can't cast level five magic.
Therefore, the awakened mage is also called the preparation mage.
Roy stared at the demon core in his body.
Compared with before, the magic core is now larger, and it is also wrapped with white wandering light threads, as if it contains infinite explosive power, and will explode suddenly if you are not careful.
But the rotating magic vortex has become slower than before. If the magic power before was like drops of clear water, then the magic power now is like thick blood.
"I have been promoted to Awakening Mage?!"
As soon as Roy discovered the change in the form of magic power, he was already so excited that he couldn't contain himself before he even had time to detect the magic value.
Originally, there was only a 20-yard gap between his magic power and the 500-yard mark. The change in the form of magic power is one of the most important signs of a magician's promotion.
call.
Roy breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking back on his previous meditation, he still has lingering fears. If it hadn't been for the sudden intervention of the ruling at that time, he might have lasted forty or fifty breaths at most before being knocked down by the violent wave of energy from heaven and earth.
Once a mage stops meditating, although he will not lose his life, the injury will certainly not be minor. Whether it is mental power, perception or magic power, it will be greatly reduced.
Detect magic power, 500, 600, 700!
A full 700 magic yards of magic value!
This means that not only did he break through the 500 magic code mark that many magic pattern masters could not break through in their lifetime, but he also went from a one-star awakened mage to a three-star awakened mage in one go!
Roy stared blankly at the rotating magic core in his body. He had long heard that magicians before Master Langxing were all entry-level. As long as you have enough talent, it is not difficult to practice. The real difficulty is
, is the level after Master Langxing. Every time Master Langxing increases by one star, it is tantamount to training from a potential apprentice to Master Langxing.
But, is my speed too fast? It takes many months for the students of the magic academy to become awakened magicians. Moreover, it is very difficult to increase one star each time.
Could it be that he is obsessed with it?
Roy subconsciously touched his body with his hands. Unexpectedly, with a squeak, he pressed down on Mai Ya'er, almost crushing the little Mai Ya'er.
"Roy, you are committing murder!" Mal'er blushed, pushed Roy's hand away, and gasped for air.
Roy came back to his senses and without thinking, he hurriedly grabbed Maliaer and said, "Sorry, sorry."
Maliya was like a poor little bird, caught in Roy's hand, his face turned red with anger, and he stared at Roy fiercely. The two of them stared at each other for a while.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Seemingly realizing that grabbing Ma Ya'er like this was too much, Roy hurriedly let go.
Damn...
Malya'er, who was not used to the instinct to flap his wings, suddenly fell to the ground.
"Roy!" Malya'er was almost stunned by Roy. She jumped up with a squeak and wanted to transform into her first form and fight against Big Head.
puff……
As a white light flashed, the world fell silent.
Mal Ya'er, who had suddenly transformed, was about to pounce on Roy viciously, but suddenly found a torn small piece of clothing falling slowly in front of his eyes, while his big head was staring at him blankly, with blood flowing from his nostrils.
When she lowered her head, she saw her curvaceous body naked, with a pair of delicate white rabbits jumping around on her chest.
puff……
The red-faced Mai Ya'er instantly turned into a white light and turned into a little flower elf. She quickly flapped her wings and snuck into the collar of Roy's clothes. She never dared to show her head again.
The fat dog Oliver next to him was grinning and rolling on the ground happily. While rolling, he scratched his dog's head with his paws, looking like he was in agony.