Chapter 441: Flashback

At the same time that she felt a further anomaly in the flow of magic, Maca rudely trapped the trap spell arranged in the corridor, and flew towards the depths of the corridor.
When he reached the deepest part of the corridor quickly, he immediately saw the stone gate at the end. And the magic in the air is constantly flowing into that door.
As he got closer and closer to the door, the sound from the door made him speed up again.
"... hmm ... hahaha ... I see! I finally understand how to create the most powerful tacit man! Greenward! It turns out that I'm not a 'ordinary wizard everywhere' Even if I leave your help, I will also become a successful wizard! Hahahaha ... "
Listening to the faint words coming out of the door, the old wizard was clearly approaching madness. Even the spell outside was forcibly removed, and he didn't get distracted by it.
"boom!"
As Maca approached the stone gate, the staff in his hand rose decisively, blasting it directly into pieces. Immediately afterwards, he rushed in without hesitation as before.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw an old wizard with bloodshot eyes looking at him fiercely. And just in front of the old wizard, a bare-chested boy knelt there with his back on his back, half-length brown hair without wind.
The magical powers that were floating in the air seemed to be drawn inexplicably into the young man's body.
And on the ground next to the teenager, several teenagers and young girls of similar ages were crooked, seemingly out of breath.
"... Who are you?" Asked the old wizard Lenny.
But Maca didn't bother him, but instead focused on the young man-he could feel the natural magic that could not be used directly by the wizard, but now he was being sucked into his body. And transformed into the strange energy of the silent.
Maca knows that this is indeed one of the abilities of the tacit people, and it is why they are stronger than ordinary wizards. But this kind of high-continuous and efficient absorption and transformation seems a little incredible.
"Who are you! Answer me—"
Seeing his problems ignored by Maka, the old Ronnie was resentful. He hated the feeling of being ignored, especially after being abandoned by Greenward, which made him even more insane.
"Answer me!" He growled in that old, hoarse voice, "Avada is dead!"
The dazzling green beam of light sprayed out from the tip of his wand, twisted slightly in the air, and struck Maca like a green lightning bolt.
But Maca didn't even glance at it, but just swung the staff with her hand, and took the magic spell aside with the help of magical guidance. Lvguang passed him, seemingly thrilling but struck the stone wall behind him.
"I thought you were just an incompetent researcher who went the wrong way," Maca said casually as she walked towards the young man, "but at least you have worked hard."
"... but I have to admit it was me wrong."
He said, suddenly turning his head to look at Old Lenny, and there was no disdain or indifference in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that you didn't go the wrong way at all, but fooled people by using evasion. You may have cheated yourself, but you can still cheat others?"
"What do you know!" Old Lenny pointed furiously at Maca, wrinkled fingers clenching her wand, and the tip of the wag trembling violently, "Who the are you? Who is it!"
"In order to avoid me, you gave up the monastery and moved here. Now I stand in front of you, but you don't know who I am?" Maca looked up and down, "For these boring studies, for myself Lie yourself, aren't you even thinking about it? "
After all, he shook his head, and set his gaze back on the young man kneeling on the ground.
The old man's words are ridiculous, because although the energy in the boy's body is constantly condensing, it gradually becomes stagnant.
To say that he is strong, indeed, if the outbreak is really amazing-but that can also be played. However, the magic of alienation of this strength has long been beyond human control.
Not to mention the normal use of controlling this energy, even if it is allowed to run away by itself, it will only become a masterless energy after killing the host.
But the old wizard Lenny seemed to have heard some great insults, waving his arms violently, showing his madness.
"You say it's 'boring research'?" He growled loudly. "Do you know what I'm doing? I said, 'avoid' you? If it weren't for Greenward's order, it's you Little hair baby, I don't even care about it at all! "
Greenward's negation almost made his decades of hard work meaningless; and Maca's contempt smashed his dignity as a wizard scholar.
Much of the space in Lenny's mind was already occupied by anger. As Maca said, his brain had become abnormal.
It was obvious that the life-giving spell had been cracked lightly by Maca, but he didn't realize that there were some things that couldn't be ignored.
"... Do you understand what you're talking about?" Lenny said loudly, "How can a kid of your age understand my great research!"
"It's nothing more than stimulating his fragile spirit with some drastic means ..." Maca said disapprovingly. "Even in the dark ages centuries ago, some people have done this."
He was shocked to see the old man showing his face, and shook his head again.
"Don't you know this?" Maca's performance seemed to be a little lacking in interest. "There is a record in the literature about the tacit one. Although it is not stated, it is not difficult to understand with a little speculation. Is it nothing more than revelation or a soul-cure spell? "
He kept saying the words implying runs, turning his guesses into the nourishment of the other person, trying to make the old man completely lose his mind in anger and aggrieved.
After all, this guy is the old part of Greenward, and he must know a lot of information. But if you use devotion or realism, Greenward may not have left a guard behind.
If you want to get the information you want smoothly in his mouth, it is better to let him speak up.
Having said that, Maca turned suddenly and strode towards Lenny.
"You have to do--"
When the old wizard saw him acting suddenly, he immediately waved his wand. But he has been immersed in research for many years, and he has been rusty in wizard duels. Before his spell was formed, Maca waved a magic rope around his neck.
"As for the specific curse, you just need to--" Maca aimed the wand at the tip of the wand in the old wizard's hand, and cast a less commonly used curse.
"Flash back to the previous spell."
When Marka read the mantra, a magic wave swirled from the head of his staff, turning it into invisible silk threads to the naked eye, linking it with Lenny's wand.
Immediately afterwards, a gray smoke spewed out from between their sticks, and quietly diffused.
There was a slightly blurred picture in that smoke soon:
A young child was being bullied by a group of other children, and countless shoe soles were struggling him, leaving a lot of footprints on his poorly fitted old clothes.
And when the bullied child returned home, he was scolded by his parents, and he could not tolerate a half sentence.
Obviously, this is exactly the shadow of the childhood of the young boy kneeling on the ground. To him, perhaps the most terrible thing in the world is the bullying of his peers and the injustice of his parents.
"Well, is it really a magic spell?" Maca nodded suddenly, watching the repetitive loops.
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The so-called tacit people are originally a group of children who have the potential of magic but are not guided, and they are depressed. It's not hard to imagine them being violent in this way.
But what exactly caused the old wizard who originally wanted to control the power of the silent one, suddenly wanted to detonate these "bombs ..." This is a question.
"It's better to say that you only think about doing this now and you're even more surprised!"
Marka said, trying to lift the replay spell and dispel the gray smoke screen. But he hadn't started yet, but the next vision made him stop moving again.
But seeing the images that were circulating again and again suddenly disappeared, and then a pale silver mist suddenly emerged from the rod, condensed in the gray smoke screen.
It was a figure composed of light and fog. Although the details may be inadvertently clear, it can roughly distinguish the appearance of the person.
Maca turned her head subconsciously, and looked at the teenager. Among the young people who were no longer breathing on the ground, there was an extreme resemblance to that figure.
The replay spell is played in reverse order according to the spell released by the opponent's wand. If you ask any magic spell that will cause the replay spell to appear, it is undoubtedly a life-throwing spell.
Those who died under that wand would appear briefly in some form. Of course, that's not the soul or something, it's just a phenomenon.
While Maca contrasted back and forth, more figures appeared one after another between the two staffs, hanging lightly in front of Maca.
Suddenly, Maca found a familiar figure he hadn't seen before.