Li Xun looked at the unusual thing in his hand, and remembered a certain legendary special flame - cold flame.

It is said that this kind of cold flame can only be urged by those talented fire-type masters, and it ranks in the forefront of several special flames with its excellent defense-breaking ability.

Could it be that he inadvertently created a cold flame in the flame mutation just now?

The agitation of his mind immediately made the frozen fireball in his hand shake violently, and there was a clattering explosion sound on the surface of the ice ball.

It's not good, it's about to get out of control.

Li Xun couldn't even scream in his heart, and with a pull and push with both hands, he pulled the magical frozen fireball that was about to explode into the shape of an ice blade and threw it out.

With a muffled pop, the energy barrier in front of him jointly supported by the Arcane Tower and the half-plane was cut straight into a smooth gap, and the ice blade flew out of the energy barrier without hindrance, and then the structure disintegrated in the disturbance of the energy tide outside, and exploded into a sky full of frost and fire.

For the scene in front of him, Li Xun didn't know how to describe it. It's been almost 3 years since he came into contact with spells, and it's the first time he's seen frozen flames and burning ice flowers. This anomaly, which subverts past perceptions, makes his scalp tingle.

However, this special cold flame is as terrifying as the legend for the cutting and breaking of energy protection, and the energy barrier in front of him was not shattered as a whole, but was directly pierced.

If you can attack the enemy with this cold flame in the future, it will definitely surprise those who think they are well-protected.

But when he thought of the preparation process he had gone through to create this kind of cold flame just now, Li Xun's heart was cold again. That's a quarter of an hour of preparation!

But fortunately, before the cold flame ball disintegrated, he had already recorded the core spell structure through a complete scan of the panorama, and if he could spend a little more time studying and deducing, it was still very likely that he would create a new type of spell. If luck is a little better, if this kind of spell structure has never been discovered by others, it means that Li Xun has a unique and exclusive spell of his own.

The breach in the energy barrier gradually closed and disappeared in a stream of brilliance, and when Li Xunzhi turned around triumphantly, he found that the iron-headed man possessed by Issa was already standing behind him.

"Congratulations to the hosts! From this moment on, you are a qualified Arcane Apprentice. The iron-headed man bowed respectfully, and said seriously, this is the first time it has truly recognized Li Xun, the new master.

"Arcane apprentice?" Li Xun muttered to himself suspiciously.

Could it be that what he did just now was secretly in line with some traditions of the Arcane Empire?

Before Li Xun could catch Issa and ask in detail, a fluctuation from the soul system made his expression change sharply.

Something happened to little Jack!

……

My head hurts.

The part of the back of his head that had been hit by the hilt of the sword had become so numb that he didn't feel anything, except for the whirlwind of vertigo that enveloped him, leaving him groggy and groggy not knowing where he was.

Fighting spirit, Jack gathered a distraction and silently called his teacher in the depths of his heart.

I don't know when, the image of that young, handsome and elegant mentor has been deeply engraved in his heart. Whenever he encountered uncontrollable sorrow, Jack would silently pray to his mentor in his heart, and each time he could feel a warm spiritual power to soothe his body and mind.

Although mages are not suitable for faith, and even rejects them many times, Jack still believes in his mentor without hesitation. For he will never forget that in those most miserable and helpless days of calamity, a great mage extended his friendly and warm hands to him.

The dimly lit attic of the wooden house, the dim stars, the fierce bandits, and the warm gaze that penetrated his heart through the wooden windows...... Of course, the most memorable thing for him is the kind of freedom and arrogance that soars freely under the support of his mentor.

It was the first time in his life that he had been exposed to supernatural powers, and it was as intoxicating and fascinating as the book depicted!

Perhaps the prayer worked, and Jack felt a little more strength in his body, and then he had the energy to begin to sense the movement around him.

It's a single tent, and the space is very small, and lying alone on a piece of felt takes up most of the space inside. The wound on the back of his head had stopped bleeding, but apparently had not been treated in any way, and had become sticky to the felt cloth underneath him, making it difficult to turn his head. There was pain everywhere in his body, as if he had been beaten severely.

Judging by the white light that penetrated through the thin tent, it was still daytime. Not far outside the tent, a faint murmur could be heard, as if there were many people moving nearby.

It was as if someone had stuffed something into his mouth, and his tongue was a little numb from squeezing. His wrists were tightly bound, and with a slight movement, he could feel the sharp pain of countless fine thorns piercing his fingers.

Jack barely propped up his head and looked at his wrists. Sure enough, a pair of apparently specially made leather gloves were on his hands, shining silver and covered with countless fine needles.

Jack, who had already read quite a few books, instantly understood what it was.

This is a special lock designed to trap the caster!

As his mental power gradually recovered, and all the previous encounters were slowly replayed in his mind, Jack couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and tears finally flowed out of his eyes.

They're all dead! The group of mercenaries who had been with him for more than ten days were all dead.

The thought of Captain Tren brandishing his great sword at the brilliant dragon, and the thought of Old John's body being torn apart by the exploding fireball, made Jack's throat rattle, but he could only let out a dull dry howl. He couldn't forget the resentment and helplessness from the bottom of his heart when Lan Qian dragged him to run frantically in the jungle.

The enemy was clearly prepared, not only outnumbered, but also far superior to their small mercenary team. What is even more odious is that the enemy has ambushed them in their path.

The dense crossbow arrows that pierced the sky, and the bursting fireballs that dragged the blue-black tail flames into the middle of the team, only a few fingers reduced the Bobcat mercenary team by half. If it weren't for the stout and rugged-looking Radon shield guard who covered Jack, I am afraid that he would have been seriously injured and fell to the ground at the beginning of the battle, as the center of gravity of the enemy's attack.

When they found the figure of the high-ranking mage in the enemy's ranks, Tren, who had multiple crossbow arrows in his body and half of his body burned, brandished his great sword and launched a mortal charge, and the remaining teammates did not half escape, shouting and chasing after the captain.

If it weren't for the usually impulsive Lancey, who was only a few years older than him, who dragged Jack into the jungle shadows with tears in her eyes, Jack would probably have been unable to resist charging at the enemy. As a mage, although he has his own reserve and arrogance, he is not willing to get too close to the mortals of these Bobcat mercenary teams, but in his heart, he still likes the warmth and concern of the mercenary team like a family.

Therefore, when he stumbled all the way and turned around to see the familiar figures who were shot down by crossbow arrows one by one, the tears in his eyes couldn't help but roll down. The oncoming cold wind blew on his face like a knife, but Jack's heart was as hot as falling into a pan of oil.

Although most of the enemies were masked in black scarves, the unified standard equipment and a large number of military crossbow arrows still revealed their identities, the private army of a certain nobleman or simply the city guard of a certain city. However, with the appearance of the high-ranking mage in their team, the raid became even more confusing.

High mages rarely join mortal hunting groups, let alone ambush another official mage for a paltry amount of money, so today's ambush was clearly a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Jack or the mentor behind him.

Before Jack could summon the Hellfire that had left it behind, it was trapped by the high-ranking mage with a swamp spell and turned mud into stone. This made him more and more convinced that the enemy was prepared.

The vast snowfield looks vast, but there is no way for them to escape for their lives.

Within half a mile, they were overtaken by the enemy. A ranger and a level 2 mage, without the protection of a meat shield, it is almost impossible to compete with a regular warrior in full armor. Unwilling to be captured, the two killed a number of heavily armed warriors one after another, but were finally knocked over by the other party.

At that time, the battle was too hurried and rushed, and Jack had no time to stop and think about it, and now that he was a prisoner of the stairs, he was able to calm down and start thinking about what he had experienced today.

The enemy is coming at him, but perhaps the target is not him, but ......

Footsteps sounded, the tent door opened, and a tall, deep figure entered.

Jack barely held on to his swollen right eye, trying to discern the appearance of the visitor. His left eye was covered in blood, and he couldn't see at all.

The person who came was none other than the high-ranking mage from the ambushers' ranks. Although he didn't wear any recognizable mage logo, just a simple aristocratic robe, the magical aura that stirred around him could not be hidden.

I don't know.

This made Jack more convinced of his own speculation.

The two casters, one lying and one standing, stared at each other indifferently.

After a long time, the visitor finally spoke.

"You're Jack? Underwood? The accent of the visitor was distinctly aristocratic, and the nonsensical fancy tongue made Jack sound laborious. However, there are really a lot of such aristocratic mages in the Three Kingdoms.

"As a mage, don't you think it's against your pride to do things like a bandit?" Little Jack's face turned red and he asked sharply. Although he has been trained by a mage for more than a year, he can no longer calmly show the elegance and calmness of a mage in the face of the murderer who killed his companions.

"Guy, little one, next time you look for a mentor, keep your eyes open. Don't blame me for being cruel, you can only blame you for not finding a good mentor! ”

"Hmph, my mentor is in Oneros City, if you really have the guts, why don't you dare to go directly to him, but run here to carry out a sneak attack? A dignified high-level mage actually took the initiative to lead a team to attack another mage, and your majesty's majesty and strategy are really admirable...... "Since the other party didn't even dare to show the mage badge, and he was so ruthless at the beginning of the ambush, it can be seen that the other party has no intention of leaving any living mouth at all."

Lan Xi, who was captured at the same time as herself, is probably already more than lucky. The reason why I have been able to live until now is probably that the other party still wants to torture something from his mouth.

Knowing this, Little Jack not only did not have the slightest fear, but looked at the appearance of this high-level mage more carefully. He firmly believes that his mentor will avenge him!

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