As if being separated from the blazing hell world, the scene in front of Duan Qing suddenly changed, and then the original darkness that had lost the light of the fireball returned to him, and the arm that had been pulled was also Xue Ling Huan Bing slowly let go. He looked around the surrounding environment. After a while, he confirmed his location. It seemed to be in the basement of a certain building. The dim lights, old walls, and the steps next to him were all there. In addition to not being eroded by time, the basement in front of you is filled with an ancient atmosphere that is unique to the long-lasting era. The cracks extending from the ground under your feet to the walls are shining with blue-purple fluorescence, and unknown patterns are carved on the walls. It exudes a strange smell that is very different from the real world, but the ordinary tables, chairs and daily utensils placed around this room still prove that this place belongs to people.
Of course, everything in front of them still did not completely attract the attention of Duan Qing and Xueling Huanbing. Their eyes also turned back to the side full of flames they had just passed through following the continuous sound of burning behind them. On the mirror: "Okay Ross, your performance is up to standard. Please put away your ugly behavior. Fenghua Town cannot afford this..."
"Hahahaha! Norman is finally willing to show up! Is that your 'Temple' just now? We have been looking for it for a long time!"
"It's not that I question your wisdom, but...even if I extend the portal just now for a few more seconds, you may not be able to catch it, right?"
"What? How dare you...question my strength?"
Fireball bombardments that were even more chaotic than before continued to sound around the alley, blowing up the houses there and the walls erected on both sides into pieces of different sizes, and the thin figure surrounded by them. However, it flashed to other places early, leaving only the red shadows in the sky that had been submerged by the flames. Xueling Huanbing, who was staring at all this, also covered his eyes, as if from those who seemed to be physically present. In the scene, he felt the heat that he had experienced personally before, and then after realizing that it was just a picture, he turned his head and glanced at Duan Qing, who had a thoughtful expression on his face: "This person... who is it?"
"Norman, he used to be an old man in the Mages' Council of Fenghua Town." Duan Qing replied casually: "Although according to my judgment, this guy should also be an elder in the Mages' Council..."
"That is to say...are we at the feet of the Mages Council now?" Xueling Huanbing raised her eyes and looked around: "Underground of the building located to the south of the town hall?"
"This... we can't be sure yet."
Duan Qing shook his head intently, and there was a hint of contemplation in Duan Qing's voice: "But what is certain is..."
"We have been transported to a place that even the Restorationists cannot know."
Boom boom boom
In the violent explosion that still did not stop, the black figure submerged in the sea of fire suddenly stopped, and then the image of the old Norman wearing a worn magic robe appeared in Duan Qing's eyes for the first time. In the scene in front of the two people, looking at the rain of fire extending from the distant horizon, a strange smile appeared on his face, and his rickety body was then reflected along the increasingly approaching rain of fire. With a red light, he slightly put on a strange posture: "It has been so long, but your character has not changed at all..."
"It seems that you get along well with those guys who like to hide in the dark."
"You old guys simply can't understand the power of the Magic Empire!"
An arrogant and loud harsh sound then came from the air, and at the same time, the fireball sent to the old man became a little more intense: "Just like... now!"
"...This can also be a trick."
An unimaginable crisp sound then appeared on the surface of the old man's body where the last fireball was about to come into contact, as if completely isolating the flames on the other side of this space. A wave of energy appeared on the old man who was in a strange posture. The white light that did not belong to any magical element then surged outward together with a sudden burst of some unknown energy. The magical light that flew away with the harsh friction sound then drew a dazzling white line in the night sky to make the magic light shine. The dizzying trajectory led to a corner of the alley that was beyond sight, but the cry of pain belonging to the opponent who had never shown up suddenly sounded in everyone's ears as the stars along the trajectory spread: "Ahhhhh! You, you actually...how did you..."
"This is a high-level magic countermeasure, which has been deliberately strengthened by my tracking enhancement."
The old man known as Norman slowly put away his posture, and then let out a smug chuckle that he would only make when he completed a masterpiece: "Guys who only follow the shadow of the Magic Empire cannot have something like this." of imagination."
"Then, so what!" The voice seemed to be struggling in pain: "The core of the flame will resist all harm for me, and you can't hurt me at all..."
"It seems you still don't understand... what the so-called tracking enhancement is for."
The old man appeared again at a speed completely different from his old image. With a violent stamping sound on the ground, he disappeared into the alley where the flames had not dissipated. Norman, with a white stream of light appearing all over his body, then transformed into A shadow that could not be distinguished by the naked eye swept away towards the end of the complex trajectory that had been drawn through the air. The frightened face of another old man appeared at the end of the place that looked unchanged from the surrounding scene. His equally frightened arms then waved out a large area of blazing flames in desperation. The shadow immediately passed through the gaps where the flames had not yet intertwined, and stopped behind the red-robed mage named Rose with an extremely concise movement: "Just for..."
"Catch a rat like you."
With the smile on his face, the fingers that were concentrated in the air gathered into a fist and swung down in the direction of the opponent's face. Then, amid the sudden screams and scattered white beards and hair, he held a red gem in his hand. Ross flew away into the distance.
"Two old men fought in broad daylight, and one of them was punched by the other man... Breaking news like this was very attractive in a certain era in the past."
Looking at the magic cracks gradually appearing on the arms of Norman who landed lightly, Duan Qing, standing in front of the transparent light curtain, sighed and said: "Although either of the two people now, Can beat most players violently..."
"What technique was that... just now?" Xue Ling Huan Bing, who was staring at the screen closely, was concerned about more important questions: "Is it another form of special spell?"
"Don't ask me, they are pure NPCs." The smile on Duan Qing's face gradually faded: "The methods they use have nothing to do with us, but pure free world magic. "
"In the magic system of the free world... are there factions that can improve one's physical fitness?" Xue Ling Huanbing's voice was filled with doubts: "Is there such a system? What is its name?"
"Magic!"
It was not Duan Qing who answered her, but the live scene that was transmitted to the two of them again. The red-robed mage who was knocked away by the previous punch and flew to the corner of the street then climbed up from the ground with difficulty, his eyes tightly closed. Staring at the opponent's whole body glowing with blue-purple light: "Is this an enchantment that targets oneself?"
"It is indeed a type of enchantment, but it is far from as simple as enchantment."
Bending down to pick up the red elemental stone that the other party had thrown on the ground, Norman shook his head and replied in a low voice: "Not only must the magic elements be solidified in the human body, but also the energy contained in the elements must be used correctly. Get up... the magic that can do this, I guess you don’t need me to remind you, right?"
"No, is it a magic circle?" Rose, covering his face, opened his eyes and exclaimed: "This is a despicable magic that goes against the dignity of a magician! It is a magic explicitly prohibited by the Magic Empire! You... No, how did you know? This method? Who are you from Clariant?"
"Cllain..."
As if mentioning some unpleasant name, the smile on the lips of the old man named Norman also slowly disappeared: "He is... my apprentice."
"In the past few decades, that lovely young man... has received a lot of care from you."
Bang!
The heart-wrenching sound of fists and flesh then appeared in front of Duan Qing and Duan Qing. It was the sound made when Norman's fists burst out again and hit the red-robed mage heavily. The screaming figure then rolled to another corner of the street like a bowling ball being knocked away. A stunned expression appeared on the faces of the two people watching the battle remotely. At the same time, there were also The old man's shabby robe was stirred up by magic, but a black stream of light suddenly appeared next to the defenseless Rose, covering his body lying on the ground: "You, you ...Norman!"
"This will not end well for you!"
The constantly rotating black air then turned into a gloomy black wind and dispersed into the equally dark night sky. Norman, who was looking at the empty space that should have been wrapped in it but had disappeared, then let out a cry With a long sigh, he put away the magical light on his body that was like a burning flame: "...bang."
He turned around and cast a transparent magic light shield in front of him again, and then in the same light that lit up next to Duan Qing, he stepped in front of him: "Oh, look at it, look at it Look, I seem to have forgotten to turn off the transmission channel last time. People are really useless when they get old..."
"Haha, haha." So Duan Qing could only let out a few dry apologetic smiles: "Norman... Master, thank you for your help at the critical moment and for giving us the opportunity to appreciate this wonderful battle..."
"You're welcome, this is a gift in return for the bottle of green stone wine from last time." Norman waved his hand nonchalantly: "But there is something I still want to say... just so recklessly breaking into the current Fenghua Town, It’s so reckless! Have you adventurers only learned the word ‘impulse’ after going out on adventures for so long?”
"We... originally didn't plan to do anything more." Duan Qing, scratching his head, hurriedly replied with a smile: "We just got a piece of... uh, news, and we wanted to come over first to investigate."
"information?"
The glory with the messy lines finally slowly began to fade away. Norman walked to one of the old round tables and sat down unceremoniously: "What's the news?"
"yes……"
"News about the large number of magic bombs delivered by the Restorationists."
There was silence between each other for a long time. Duan Qing, who was hesitant, was about to speak when he was interrupted by Xue Ling Huan Bing's deep voice: "The restorationists obtained a large number of magic bombs through various means. They should have been shipped from the sea. We suspect that they want to use these to do something to Fenghua Town, so..."
"Magic bomb?"
The voice calmly interrupted the female swordsman's words, and Norman raised his eyelids: "Is it... that guy Fredericks'... 'product'?"
"……Yes."
After taking a while to understand the name in the other person's mouth, Xue Ling Huan Bing replied in a low voice: "...I'm sorry, but...that is indeed something that the magicians of the empire have researched before."
"Don't be sorry about that, little girl."
Waving his hand again, Norman's eyes turned to the shabby round table beside him: "Simple but powerful weapons and magic devices have always been criticized in the past, because mastering their ordinary People will definitely take the lead in using these achievements in force and war. This is what you imperial people have researched, and the same is true for the enchantment array I just used... What? Do you doubt how I saw your identity? Although The armor you use is the product of ancient magic, but the bracelets and cloak decorations you use are all in a style that would only be used by imperial personnel..."
"No, that's not what I meant."
Seeing the corner of the other party's mouth raised again, Xue Ling Huan Bing shook her head slightly: "I just think... the Restorationists want to repeat the tricks we used in Fars Fortress, and then we came here, As a result, he was plotted by the other party..."
"As to why the other party knew in advance that we were coming, and why they framed us like this... I have been thinking about these two issues just now." Having said this, Xue Ling Huan Bing looked at it again Looking at Norman's face: "Now... I seem to know the answer."
"Is it to lure Master Norman out?" Duan Qing on the side agreed in a low voice.
"The Restorationists must have known that the members of the Mage Council have been hiding nearby, but they have never been able to find their hiding place." Xue Ling Huanbing raised his head and glanced around the basement-like scene: "But now... the situation may be different. different."
"Don't worry, what you are worried about does not exist."
Norman's voice then echoed in the small basement, accompanied by his proud look again: "As for the reason..."
"Who told you that we are still in Fenghua Town?"
