"It's the mage... We were attacked by the mage..."
Fliss said in pain as she collapsed on the ground, trying to support her upper body with her arms to prevent her from falling completely.
Flisi didn't know what happened. She saw that the legion members who had been on guard here just now, waiting for the return of their master, fell to the ground one after another at this moment, losing their strength in pain. The only ones who were not affected were perhaps those who were left. Skeleton of an undead creature.
She looked around and saw that the faces of other legion members had turned purple at this moment, while other parts of their bodies had become pale and weak, which was a sign of lack of blood.
Regarding the abnormality in front of her, Fulisi could only attribute it to the spell cast by the mage.
"That's not the power of magic...that's black magic."
On the side, although the sage was in great pain, he still discovered from some nearby clues that the culprit causing the abnormal state was the blood in their bodies.
Even a big demon with a strong body cannot get rid of its body's own characteristics. When it loses too much blood, its body will fall into shock or even die directly. However, for the Great Demon, this rarely happens. As long as he does not die immediately in the battle, he can rely on his strong physique to recover from all injuries on his body.
But at this moment, things are different. The sage noticed that under the influence of an inexplicable force, the blood in the legion members' bodies lost control. It quickly gathered from all parts of the body toward the head and seeped out from their facial organs. This also caused the legion members to lose their strength. the real reason.
In the memory of the sage, Brakada did not have such magic at all, and perhaps only black magic could achieve this effect.
"You are wrong, it is indeed a spell."
Along with the low words, a sound of footsteps came from a distance. The sage raised his head with difficulty and saw a thin figure slowly approaching. The man wore a red robe like the Sage, but it was not the bright red like the Sage, but a dark red that was so turbid that it was about to fade.
"No matter who you are...you are dead now!"
Seeing the culprit who caused everything appear, Karl, who was using a giant scythe to support his body so as not to fall to the ground, suddenly let out a roar, flashed through the flames, and used the giant scythe in his hand to kill that person. Human heads were cut off.
Facing the attacking big demon, the red-robed mage raised his hand. Before Karl could move in place, the next moment, his head exploded, and rich blood spurted out, as if he had been affected by some kind of power. The pulling force converged towards the red-robed mage, making his old robe look brand new.
Karl's death shocked all legion members. With the blessing of the Death Realm, although they were not afraid of death, they did not want to die in vain.
Under the gaze of all the legion members, the red-robed mage stepped forward slowly, came to the front of the sage, and asked in a deep voice: "You are the only mage here, tell me, Erica Magnus is now where?"
"Erica..."
The sage was a little confused. He seemed to be very familiar with this name. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and replied in surprise: "You are talking about the second generation president of the Magic Guild? She has been dead for hundreds of years." Years..."
"Really...it's been so long..." After hearing the sage's answer, the red-robed mage subconsciously took a step back, then lowered his head slightly and let out a deep sigh.
The sage looked at the red-robed mage in front of him and recalled the deeds of the second generation president. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and there was a deep look of horror in his eyes: "You were the man who controlled the blood in Bra hundreds of years ago. The sorcerer Jerefer who rebelled in Qatar and was finally defeated by President Erica? How is this possible? How can you still be alive?"
The red-robed mage glanced at the sage: "I think you may have made a mistake. I am a mage."
Following his words, the heads of the nearby legion members exploded one after another, and the blood spurted out quickly gathered around him, and his originally thin body began to become fuller.
At the same time, outside the prison, Eli also stopped what he was doing.
Under the gaze of all the mages, the ritual patterns on the ground dimmed, and finally went out completely.
"President, what have you done?"
The mages from the academic academy may not be able to see the changes in the rituals in the prison, but this does not include Eschar. Eschar knows everything that exists in the prison very well, and he sees the flaws in the rituals. place.
At this moment, Eschar showed a rare expression of uneasiness. He looked at the increasingly dim ritual lines on the ground, his body trembling slightly.
"I'm stopping the necromancer." Eli replied slowly.
"You're not stopping him, you're releasing the beings imprisoned in the prison!" Eschar retorted.
"Eskel, do you have any better ideas? Or do you plan to lead the mage into the prison and deal with the necromancer?" Eli asked, his face unchanged.
Hearing Eli mention this, Escher suddenly lost his voice. Previously, all the mages, combined with the blockade of War Shackles, could not keep the undead mage. Now when Rhodes came, the environment was not conducive to the mage fighting. After being imprisoned, there is naturally no other way.
"Is this the reason why you released the prisoners in the prison?" Eschar said in a more serious tone, "You have no idea that those prisoners were captured by the original mages and how much effort it took them to capture them from another place. On the other hand, it represents the former glory of Brakada! Some of the prisoners were even loyal servants of the God of Mage, and Master Somra used all his strength to capture them!"
"Of course I know everything you said. If not, how could I release them?" Eli glanced at him and sighed deeply.
As a place of prison, mages of all ages have specially arranged various rituals here, the most core of which is the magic-forbidden ritual to isolate magic.
After learning the news of the coming doomsday, in order to prevent the prisoners from escaping, Eli found a way to strengthen the ritual here, and the core he used to strengthen the ritual was the remains of a hero. Eli originally thought that this would strengthen the prison's defense, but unexpectedly he was coveted by the Necromancer.
At this moment, after vaguely aware of Rhodes' true purpose, Eli naturally could not let him get his wish. Once the core of the ritual was lost, all the rituals in the prison would be completely ineffective. Rather than watching the prisoners escape from Bracada at that time, it is better to take the initiative to release them now. Maybe there will be other gains, and maybe the necromancer can be successfully stopped.
