Vol 3 Chapter 86: Gift

>Murpheus didn't have time to sigh too much, raised his hands to continue fighting, but didn't find a flash of gold lingering in his eyes...
"Frost Nova. (1_1)"
"Bound of earth."
A layer of frost and the earth's elemental claws suddenly born on the ground caused the three blood races to lag, and Murphy jumped up suddenly, starting his series of counterattacks with the punishment of the knight's ending technique "revenge"!
The doubling of the power after the accumulation made Murphys amazing attack effect this time. Although the short sword in his hand was cut by the long sword instinctively blocked by the other party, he still did not stop the pace of walking forward. Half of the chest was cut open, allowing countless blood to pour out!
Without waiting for the opponent to fall to the ground, Murphy turned around and released a "fireball technique" that could be ignored by the Earl's blood, but at the same time he even threw his own weapon-
"Keng!"
The opponent slammed Murphys' short sword, which was extremely threatening because of "revenge", but instinctively made a block action in the face of the oncoming fireball, but he did not know that Murphys fist followed in the opponent’s The abdomen was slashed fiercely in the flaw, and the opponent who was hit in a short time actually bent down and flew!
"Boo!"
He then hit his knee and hit the other person's face, then immediately used his arms to grip the other person's neck, and suddenly used force-"C!"
The blood race was so directly broken by Murphys neck, and the last vampire grabbed the flaw at the moment and tried his best to leave a wound on the back of Murphys, but the magic pattern of Murphys was exposed in front of each other. At that time, the guy who made the sword stab was slightly stunned-but not waiting for his next reaction, Murphy had faced the element condensed in his hand against his chest.
"Ice Cone."
It is also a low-level spell similar to "fireball", but Murphy pushed forward directly with the palm of his hand when the elements condensed into ice cones-"Poof!"
A fifth-level spell that could only be broken into the elemental end in the ear of the Earl's blood clan, passed straight through the opponent's chest in the faint golden light.
Murphy pushed away the blood of the blood pierced in front of his heart, frowned, looked at his hands, and then released a "ice spear" again, but also saw the ice blue elements mixed with gold The light went straight to the blood-blooded clan, and instantly bound the opponent's body into skewers...
this is?
Murphy carefully experienced the changes in the body-after the severe pain of the scepter damage disappeared, he felt like he was in warm water, and his strength began to slowly move towards the level I strength with a slight burning sensation- -He has a hunch that his strength is slowly returning to the level of holding a scepter.
What's even more strange is that Murphy suddenly felt that there was a special power in his body quietly awakening... the divine power? Ordinary elemental powers can't allow the Earl's blood to be directly penetrated by spells below the tenth level. Why?
But these questions had not had much time to think about, raised his head, and Murphy flew directly towards the sky-he wanted to stop Andalil before she could do anything.
Whatever Andariel wanted to do, Murphy knew that she was absolutely a disaster for the Night Watch and Lampard!
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"I think everyone understands what this means."
Above the snow-capped mountains in the extreme north of the mainland, a whispered speech made the atmosphere of the deserted conference hall heavy.
There are many ancient councils, but nowadays, the "Golden Compass Council" is the most famous. It is the benchmark of magicians. It is the highest council of countless magic apprentices. It is among the councils and represents the pinnacle of magical attainment. It is also the highest recognition of identity.
But what does such a parliament look like in the eyes of outsiders?
Floyd, the highest-ranking "Sacred Dome" Magister of Byzantium, stood his chest straight at this icy parliamentary table at the moment. He was originally the dean of the Panther School of Magic and he did not wear that gorgeous The dean's robe is a stereotyped gray mage robe with no extra decoration.
In front of me, the 11 wizards who were present at the meeting were all dressed in this shabby robe, but the identities of this group of old guys can scare people one by one. Various titles do not need to be described in detail. Basically, the most famous masters on the mainland have all the titles.
There are a total of eighteen parliamentarians. Because they were held urgently, there are still a few who did not arrive, but this group of people can come to the inaccessible mountain on the mainland within two days after the signal is issued, which is enough to see the incident. Severity.
"Freud, I think you have exaggerated things a bit."
Carlo, the dean of the "Phoenix" Academy, tapped his fingers on the table. "The plane fissure has always existed in our plane, and there are those guys guarding it. It's not our turn to worry."
"Don't put this responsibility on others, I don't think it's a good style of Parliament."
Freud frowned, and the "those guys" in Carlo's mouth were naturally another unknown but powerful organization-"laws".
"Fashion? This happened in Byzantium. According to the statute of the Parliament, it should be your responsibility-and your act is to call us all to a meeting in a place where the bird does not for decades?"
The Dean of the Hogrill School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the Ingeway Empire seemed very unhappy. The empire he was in was far away from Byzantium, so naturally he didn't care about it.
"I'm in charge, so I called everyone, and I'm not alarmist," Floyd pointed to the side, where the seat that was originally prepared for the sacred Gabriel empire was empty-because the Vatican Practicing magic is regarded as heresy, so this seat is empty for hundreds of years, "This time it did not happen at the Vatican's so-called'Holy Fall', otherwise I think they must be more fanciful than anyone to promote this, but In fact, according to the clues I have at present, it is not'Heaven' that tears the plane into our world."
The fluctuations emitted by any plane rift will have a record and judgment of response, just like Ashcandi can distinguish planes according to breath. As a high-end council in the magic world, the magic array that records the plane rips and waves will also Record the plane of origin of the rift.
The planes that have been recorded include sinking, abyss, angels, and temples, but obviously this does not mean that there are only so many planes in the world. The exploration of unknown planes has always been explored by space magicians, but apparently this time the plane traverses the fluctuations It does not belong to any tear of the known plane.
"New plane? What are the consequences?"
Carlo raised his eyebrows.
"The known consequence is that a human crosses into the human plane."
Freud's answer made all the mages of the council look at him.
Obviously, the logic of his words caused some doubts-since it came from other planes, why is it still a human being?
"There is another important message-he is the holder of Sulfuras' scepter."
In a word, the three old masters in the room stood up instantly.
The remaining members of the parliament have different expressions. Some of them do not have a deep understanding of the scepter of Sulfuras, and some have already known some important news, so it is not surprising.
"So... guys, who still thinks this incident is trivial?"
"Without seeing the specific developments of the situation, I think the Parliament should not make any unnecessary decisions."
The chief mage Paganini of the Fording Empire took off his monocular lens and slowly wiped it with a handkerchief. The Golden Compass Council also has the existence of "hawks" and "doves", even if they are all a group Old men who have passed the three-digit age, and militants have the same conflict of ideas as those who stand by.
"Blood tribes will be dispatched as a result, and they have now begun to do so. The Clemens have mobilized unimaginable forces to start operations in the Holy Gabriel Empire. When it comes to the scepter, the consequences are unimaginable."
Rembrandt, the chief magician of the Principality of Isingale Miga, shook his head. "Obviously, the Holy Gabriel Empire, which is too close to Miga, has an accident. I have a responsibility to deal with what should not happen."
"Byzantine has already made a decision?"
The squinting Gilman Empire mage Molna asked, staring at Freud.
But before it was time to answer, the discussion in the conference hall was interrupted by a series of clear footsteps.
The conference hall of the Golden Compass Council is located in an uninhabited area where the temperature is below minus 50 degrees in the extreme north, and it is built on a mountain peak. Vigilant enchantment.
So this uninvited guest simply demonstrated his strength and identity by intruding directly.
The old stone door slowly opened, and the mages of the golden compass council had already stood up and looked at the peerless strongman who could walk in in this case-when the face of the intruder was revealed, the mages of the entire council The collective made a unified action at the next moment.
The staff lay flat, bow your head, and salute.
"After all these years, has the parliament not grown at all?"
A very polite sentence, so that the old people present have no discoloration-but none of them dare to raise their heads and bump, because the people in front of them ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Even if there is a golden compass for 800 years, you must look up .
In the first set of Tarot cards, the serial number one "magician", Freud, and also the mentor of Murphy Della, appeared alone at the moment beside the long table of parliament.
Different from the past, Della was not dressed in a black robe, but was wearing a cumbersome light blue robe-this dress represents her current identity...
Member of the "Law".
"I haven't made a proper attitude and action for so long. Do you really think that the'law' will be as old as you are with time?" Della, who never said much, waved a long strip in the parliament. On the table, a pattern was gathered with bright elements, which were displayed in front of the twelve members.
It is a complete picture of the magic pattern. If Murphy is present, he will be amazed by it-because the magic pattern behind Murphy is no different.
"Blessings of the Templar."
Della's cold voice echoed in the parliament hall. "The scepter carrier in your mouth has this magic pattern behind it."