Create the Age of Magic

Although Enoch's illusion is not high-level, it is very practical. It stands to reason that as long as he doesn't happen to meet the deacon in white, he can escape easily.

But the strange thing is that every time he was about to escape, he would be discovered by those deacons in black.

Now that his magic power has been exhausted, he can no longer release an illusion, and he is soon cornered by many north wind knights and deacons in black.

Not to mention defeating the deacon in black who is also a first-level professional who cannot perform illusions, even a north wind knight who has just joined the army can completely abuse his small body with his muscles.

Now that there is no way to escape, it seems that I should despair, I should be afraid, I should beg!

But surrounded by many north wind knights and deacons, Enoch found a stone in the corner and sat down, looking proudly at these servants of the gods.

Yes, he was about to face death, but among the countless witches in Ceylon, how many of them could kill a first-order priest?

If he promises to kill the deacon in black, there will be more witches who have the ability to kill first-level priests in the future. At that time, will witches be beaten like they are now?

Maybe it will be written in the history books thousands of years later, Enoch Halley, the great pioneer who resisted the tyranny of the gods!

Perhaps there will be a monument to him?

This was enough for Enoch to face death calmly!

Which demon wizard are you? There are not many demons who are good at illusion. Is it a mirage? A phantom? Or a succubus?

A curious and gentle male voice came, and the voice alone made people feel comfortable.

The knights and deacons surrounding Enoch consciously made way for a two-meter-wide path, and a man in his thirties wearing a white deacon uniform came over.

He has gorgeous long golden hair, handsome appearance, and a gentle smile on his face all the time.

This smile seemed to Enoch,

Very hypocritical!

Didn't you say that this is a witch? How could a witch do this? This is clearly a wizard! The man reprimanded his subordinates frivolously.

I'm not a wizard!

Enoch glared at the man, he could say Enoch was anything but a wizard who sold his soul?

This is an insult to him!

He would rather die a witch than become a wizard!

You say you're not a wizard...how is that possible!

Speaking of which, you don't have the nasty magic energy of a wizard, so are you really a wild witch?

The man stared at Enoch with glowing eyes, hoping to see something surprising.

So what! Your uncle, can't I be a witch?

Enuo was short of breath, this guy was really not a thing when he spoke in a strange way.

What a witch!

Hahaha A wild witch who can kill a first-order deacon is a rare thing. Let me introduce myself, I am Reeves, the deacon in white of the North Wind God.

The man laughed. A wild witch who can kill a black-clothed deacon is rare. Maybe he cherishes it as much as a magician above level eight?

Catch him and show him to the chief priest, and then send him to the central square and burn him tomorrow.

Even if it is a cherished species of witch, Reeves has no idea of ​​saving Enoch's life. The witch is just a cheap species no matter how powerful it is!

And the bitch,

There is no value in living in this world!

Two knights of the north wind stepped forward to set up Enoch. They picked up thick and long iron chains to tie Enoch up, and then escorted him to prison so that this humble guy could enjoy the last night of his life.

Just as the two of them came to Enoch's side with the chains in hand, suddenly the water steamed up, and a thick fog rose from nowhere, covering the space in the corner of the wall.

The sky was already dark, and with the addition of this fog, everyone couldn't see anything.

This is the second ring magic. Water mist

Reeves snorted coldly, is someone trying to snatch someone from him?

He summoned his divine power, and the whistling wind blew out from him, and within a few breaths, the dense fog that could not be seen was blown away.

He looked at the place where Enoch was just now, and the two knights who were going to bind Enoch were lying on the ground with their eyes rolled and foaming at the mouth, kicking their legs occasionally.

And Enoch, who should have been here, has disappeared.

The duck you got, flew?

Ridiculous, when he Reeves is a little guy who can be fooled at will?

He opened his hands, and a cyan whirlwind rose from the bottom of his feet, forming an updraft, and then he flew up!

This is one of the gifts of the North Wind God, the three-ring wind magic:

Wings of the North Wind!

Reeves was dragged by the strong wind and floated up, flying in mid-air and watching,

The moonlight was bright, and the vision in the sky was excellent, and the two of them could not run far at this time, and Reeves found his target in just a short while.

A man in a black robe is running with Enoch!

Reeves snorted angrily, leaned forward and flew in the direction they were fleeing.

Horn has been fully aware of the surrounding movements, and Horn stopped suddenly when Reeves flew towards them.

Enoch looked at Horn suspiciously, but Horn just waved his hand to let Enoch evacuate first.

He took out a brand-new walnut staff and muttered a few words silently, a head-sized fireball burning with hot flames condensed from the front of the staff.

Fire three-ring magic:

Big Fireball!

Horn flicked his hand, and the fireball whizzed towards Reeves in mid-air. Reeves knew that the energy contained in the fireball was dangerous without touching it, and he couldn't resist it!

But after all, he is the white-clothed deacon of the God of the North Wind. In an emergency, he manipulated the gust of wind to forcefully change his direction, avoiding Horn's big fireball.

After Horn threw the first fireball, he threw the charred staff on the ground, changed another staff and continued to chant, another big fireball flew towards Reeves between breaths!

But this time the fireball was not even qualified to make him a little embarrassed in front of the alert Reeves. Reeves, who was prepared, easily avoided Horn's big fireball.

Reeves, who was wrapped in the whirlwind, was very fast. He only had enough time in the air for Horn to release two big fireballs. Before Horn could finish his third spell, Reeves approached him.

Reeves put his hands on Horn's shoulders, a flash of divine power flashed on his body, and a powerful wind pressure appeared out of thin air. The suppressed Horn couldn't even move his fingers.

According to Reeves' experience, ordinary wizards cannot cast spells in this immobile state.

He reached out and pulled the hood of Horn's robe, wanting to see Horn's true face, but there was only a horrified face under the robe!

A face covered with strips of cloth of all colors and fabrics!

Reeves was taken aback!

What kind of vicious curse could make a person's face look like this!

Well, it was very dark, with poor vision, and Horn, with all kinds of tattered cloth strips wrapped around his face, did look a little scary.

And no one would have thought that a third-tier wizard would wrap rags around his face. Reeves thought it was some vicious curse!

...

The tallest building on Black Street was the residence of a gang. On the roof of this building, a figure in a gray wizard robe sat on the edge of the building, looking at the direction of the fighting.

Behind him, the corpses of more than a dozen gang members were piled up on the roof.

The subtle chewing sound was very ear-piercing in the silent night, but other than the gray-robed man and these corpses, there were no other creatures.

Because of the sound of chewing,

It came from the inside of the corpse!

He thought it was very interesting, he hadn't seen such an interesting thing for a long time, the illusion power of that witch boy was unexpected, he wanted to catch it and use it as a sacrifice, but after thinking about it, he still wanted to see what this boy could do to what extent.

So every time the boy was about to escape, he reminded those foolish deacons in black.

That's why Enoch couldn't escape!

And now a wizard who mastered the dual elements of thunder and fire appeared to intervene, so he couldn't stand by like this anymore. What if this little guy was snatched away by other wizards?

He was a rather precious living sacrifice.

The man in gray robe stood up, but he didn't notice a figure in black robe standing behind him!

That black-robed boy's spells are okay, right? He's my disciple, a very motivated young man.

Sombra said so.

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