So-called battle mages usually don't have a lot of powerful attack spells at their disposal, as they take too long to cast. They specialize in all kinds of low-level spells that have a short spell holding time and cast quickly, and are proficient in various spell countermeasures, and are good at attacking against attack.

The greatest dogma they believe in is to pour as many low- and medium-level spells as possible on their enemies in the shortest amount of time. They will wander around the enemy like a ghost, looking for flaws in their rapid maneuver combat, and then crush them with high-frequency, low-intensity attacks.

In order to do this, they need to hone their skills in hand-to-hand combat like those fighters, sharpen their keen sense of battle with the tension and excitement between life and death, and complete the whole process of spell identification, spell deconstruction, combat casting, and rapid countermeasures in a matter of seconds. Many battle mage fanatics even don't apply any protective spells to themselves during the entire battle in order to motivate themselves to be a hundred times more focused.

Perhaps, it is this kind of madness and concentration that has created a large number of combat geniuses in the caster team.

As the home of all mages, the Mage Guild naturally also has the existence of battle mages. They will not indulge in all kinds of magic and spell research like academic mages, and they will not waste their brain cells to delve into theoretical knowledge of what planes, spaces, energy, elements, etc. They are pragmatists, and they learn any spell not to study it, but to use it.

For these battle mages who deviated from the grace and wisdom of mages and focused on becoming murderers, the Mage Guild also opened a special department to collect them - the Punishment Department.

If the mage also has a god, then the academic mage is the heavy text in the left hand of the mage god, representing knowledge, wisdom and inheritance, while the battle mage is the staff in the right hand of the mage god, representing authority, violence and destruction. The two complement each other and are indispensable.

There's no doubt that Mage Semir is a battle mage.

Although battle mages also occupy a large number of places in the mage guild, they rarely directly participate in this kind of ring-type spell competition. In their eyes, spells are meant to kill, not perform.

In order to better serve the battle, battle mages usually engrave practical magic patterns on their bodies in the form of magic patterns, so they are also called "magic pattern mages". It's so easy to identify a battle mage from a crowd of mages, just by seeing which mage has its face, hands, and feet...... All the places that can accommodate the magic circle are painted with mysterious magic lines, then he must be a battle mage.

Battlemages and Academy Mages often don't look at each other.

The Academy mages felt that these battle mages were too savage and brutal, that they had lost the grace and wisdom of the mage community, and that they had deviated from the mage's nature of pursuing knowledge, and that it was a disgrace to the mage community. However, the battle mages often see the academy mages as slaves of knowledge, a bunch of mobile magic wands that only hide behind the guardians and chant a few spells, and a bunch of broilers who can't even protect themselves.

In addition, the punishment department where the battle mage is located is responsible for chasing and hunting down the mages who violate discipline all the year round, which is a profession that offends the group of "mages", so all kinds of hostility are superimposed, making it more difficult for their two factions to have any intersection. Li Xun has been in the Three Kingdoms for so long, and he has never come into contact with a battle mage, which can be seen from the depth of the gap between the two sides.

Battlemage is a fighting style, not a class. In terms of combat effectiveness alone, battle mages are indeed much higher than academy mages, but for the mage guild, the two are like people's left and right hands, one is indispensable and complements each other.

Maybe after this battle, the madmen of the Punishment Department will happily accept this Semir mage into their group, but before that, Li Xun must first think about how he should face this Semir mage.

Whether it was subconscious intuition or conscious reason, it was very clear to the young mage that this Semir mage was probably coming for him. And its most likely identity is a clone of the Holy Order Necromancer Lux, a puppet, or something.

For necromancers, especially a Saint-level necromancer, no matter how precautionary it is, it is impossible to overstate.

The female apprentice named Betty had tried all kinds of ways to fish herself out of the mage tower, and there was probably this terrible Holy Order necromancer standing behind her. If you have been avoiding it, then the only chance for the other party to get up close and personal with you is on the field.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Xun couldn't help but be full of worries about the upcoming events.

What exactly does the other party want to do? He didn't know these things. It can't just be to kill him, right?

Just as the young mage was still thinking hard, dozens of brilliant fireworks suddenly burst into the air in the distance outside the window, and the torrents of colorful small elements collided with each other, leaving exquisite patterns in the beautiful night sky that lasted for a long time.

In the distance, several garden squares have been crowded with singing and dancing crowds, melodious music and high laughter, and everyone who lives in this area, regardless of gender, old and young, high and low, has fallen into a complete frenzy today.

In addition to acrobatic troupes, song and dance troupes, musicians, etc., in each square and street, there are some free food and wine distribution points that are the most lively. Large vats of wine are brought in in by horse-drawn carts and then turned into empty barrels at an astonishing rate.

The wagons carrying bread and jerky swayed slowly through the procession, and the servants who stood on them continued to distribute all kinds of delicacies to the people beside the wagons, causing groups of little ones to follow behind with a roar.

This is a grand festival, and it is the best opportunity for the people at the bottom to stretch their mood.

It's a pity that such a day is destined to have nothing to do with Li Xun, so he can only accompany the ghost girl to lie at the window and look enviously at the parade on the street, and break his thoughts to the distant lich.

……

The realm of the undead, a hidden cave 100 miles from Stratholme.

In the deep, dull darkness, a series of angry curses suddenly rang out. As the hoarse voice approached, a rickety figure strode out of the depths of the cave, standing at the entrance of the cave where only one person could pass to the guò, looking out into the distance of the gray sky and the light gauzy earth.

The Dark Master of Finner was also once a well-known mage in the Crane Continent, and his dark curse could completely kill people and be invisible thousands of miles away, so he was also one of the most hated objects of those noble lords. If it weren't for being taken in by the Council of the Dead, the dark mage would have died a tragic death at the hands of the punishment team sent by the Mage Guild decades ago.

Although the sky was dim and gloomy, there was always some brightness. The dim light refracted from outside the cave fell on the dark master, illuminating his clumsy figure and his face.

What a face this is!

The skin of the face was as dry as an oily skin stuck to the skull, and the flabby folds were covered with dense dark corpse spots. The cloudy, lifeless eyeball, bloodshot and speckled that struggled to move in its sockets, always made one wonder if it would suddenly fall out.

After all, Finier is still a living person, and he has been trapped in the undead realm for more than a year, and although he has dark attributes, he still can't resist the invasion of the ubiquitous death qi.

His body was completely decomposed, and there was no human flesh under his shriveled skin, and there was an unpleasant smell of corpses all the time. Only the exquisite and gorgeous mage robe still retains a trace of the past style, and from a distance, it looks like a zombie mage.

Maybe in another half a year or so, he will have to perform the Lich Reincarnation Ritual, or his soul will rot along with it.

However, with his status as a level 16 Dark Mage, it is highly unlikely that he will be able to survive the Lich Reincarnation Ritual smoothly. Besides, in this poor world of the undead, even if he wants to be reincarnated, he can't get together the magic materials for the ceremony!

If it weren't for the faint connection between the "Pale Lord" Sazartan and the main plane where the Klein Continent is located, Finir would have had a nervous breakdown and become one of the lonely ghosts in the undead realm.

People who have not experienced the erosion of death will never understand that when a person can perceive the corruption and depravity of his body at every moment, and can sense the disappearance of his vitality at every moment, then every minute and second of the day is a great torment for him.

The only thought that sustains Finir now is a sentence from the legendary lich to him. As long as you can gather enough high-level undead souls required for the sacrificial ceremony, you can communicate with the United Council of the Undead far away from the main plane from the undead realm, opening a spatial gap between the two places.

Compared with the spatial passage and the dimensional gate, this kind of spatial gap is not stable, and it cannot allow magical creatures like the legendary lich to pass through, but it is also a means of communication after all. With it, the problem of resources that have been trapping them in their development is no longer a problem, and Finir can also obtain enough resources to complete his transformation ritual.

Finir's body has entered irreversible decay, and it is impossible to save the human body, so now he only wants to complete the ritual as soon as possible to save his soul. Therefore, under the leadership of the "Pale Lord", as soon as he gained a foothold and controlled an undead lord, he couldn't wait to launch an undead war against another undead lord.

It's a pity that just when their plan was perfectly implemented, an inexplicable undead force suddenly appeared on the side, and without saying anything, it launched a swift attack on them. This is a huge distraction to their plans, and it is also a delay in the time and chances of Fiinille's rescue.

And so, Finel came, with a monstrous rage!

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