Chapter 1192: Assassination

Why should Morin recall the battle in the Tower of the Axis? That's not because, in the Tower of Demon Axis, he was also tortured by the magic of time.
That kind of torture, Morin still has a fresh memory, and to say what kind of battle he is least willing to take, it is the battle of time.
Of course, this is not the same as applying time magic to others.
The cages in the zoo, the animals in the cages, and the tourists outside the cages are naturally two moods.
Mo Lin is now a tourist outside the cage.
But will animals resist? Of course it will, especially the fierce animal, whose resistance is often the deadliest.
Ghazal is undoubtedly a fierce beast.
After casting a lot of magic under the eyes of Mo Lin's time, he found that it didn't work at all. As a magister, he naturally had a way to deal with it.
Gezhar began to analyze: Morin's time magic was performed with his special eye pupil.
This means that, wherever he can see, he should be affected by such time magic.
Therefore, the first step is to break away from his eyes.
How to break away is indeed a difficult problem. However, Ghazal immediately thought that the power of space and the power of time are the same.
Time can't control space, so why don't you use teleport magic to please this dilemma?
Moreover, this is not just a matter of asking for trouble, but also a moment of unrelenting counterattack.
Ghazal had already prepared his plans, so after casting two "fireballs" as if struggling again, he seemed to cast magic as if his stools were dry.
But as a result, he suddenly disappeared in a blue-violet flash.
At the sight of Mo Lin, he sneered, his eyes flashed with golden light, and then he went down shortly.
The following things happened almost at the same time, only to see that Ghazal's previous magic shot at Morin in a super fast speed.
Ghazal, behind Moline, has already radiated the glory of "transfiguration".
At this moment, Ghazal was a little dumbfounded, and he could not understand what was going on.
However, fighting a little bit slower is a matter of life and death.
Before Ghazal responded, he was hit by the magic he had cast before.
The energy of the ice and fire instantly leaned on his magister. Although as a magician, it already has a strong magic resistance, but those attacks are all his own attacks.
Which spear or shield is stronger, the curtain is revealed at once.
Gezhar was shot directly and flew out. He spewed blood violently, and his body was dark, like roasted chicken with smoked sauce.
Fortunately, there are good defensive equipment on Gezal's body, which made him survive this round of attack.
The injury is definitely about to be injured, but it is not fatal, it just makes this magister look ugly and weak.
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Moline stood up and turned to look at Gezhar who had climbed from the ground. Gozar suddenly understood something through Moline's sly eyes.
"Actually, did you pre-plan all this?" Gezar asked gaspingly.
"Of course it is. When my time magic is in effect, I was thinking about how you would escape." Morin said with a smile. "But, I think about it. It seems that only space magic can do this. chosen."
Gezar kneels on the ground, he has to give himself a breath to get up, but this time, he needs time to recover, so he tries to talk to Moline.
He said angrily: "But you don't actually have anything great, you just use a skill and strategy, it's not really real strength at all!"
Morin said disdainfully: "You don't need any real strength to fight against you, just play it like this, you can play with you differently in my hands? Why should I use my real strength so much? And, can you beat you so easily, is this not a manifestation of strength? Or, you think that you are too garbage, I don’t have any strength, and I can beat you down?"
After hearing these words, Mozart spit out two more breaths.
This was originally intended to take a breather and slow down my injury; but, did not expect that this birdman of Morin, this speech comes with a critical strike rate, also let people live?
Since he was just under attack, it was a very sudden event, and Gezhar was too late to get protection.
This made his injury worse than it seemed. At this moment, if he immediately activates that positioning teleportation magic item, he will actually leave.
However, now he and Mo Lin are the only ones left. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event. It is a pity to lose it.
Such is the case with people, often folded to greed. Ghazal's greed is actually the eye of Moslin's Asphoken.
He said in his mouth that he despised the power that Morin obtained with the artifact, but he very much hoped to get such an artifact.
If this artifact is given to yourself, by then, pretending to be forced is not a matter of familiarity?
Even more, in time, he may become a new devil.
And myself, can we build a magic empire, let our children and grandchildren inherit the eyes of Asphoken forever, and dominate the entire magic kingdom forever.
It can be said that Ghazal's path is wild, and he also feels that he is not completely without opportunities now.
And just when Gezhar was going to do it, Morin suddenly had a stiff facial expression, as if he had seen something incredible.
The next moment, behind Gezar, a distorted ghost appeared in the air.
Gezar also reacted immediately, but he was still a step slower when he was injured.
A silvery four thread suddenly wrapped around his neck and strangled him. Magister Gezar wanted to pronounce a spell, but his mouth could only make "ah, ah, ah".
Very expressly, another figure appeared, and Mo Lin wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, it was forgotten.
And that figure was moving quickly, a dagger wrapped in shadow broke out of the air, and pierced Gezar's back from the back.
Neither of them was slack, the throat was locked, and the throat was still locked, and the dagger was continuously inserted into and pulled out of Ghazal's body with endless pleasure, and brought a piece of crimson blood...
Soon, Ghazal kicked his legs, planted there straight, without any breath of living.
At this time, the two talents stopped, and then wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads, apparently still lingering.
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