The essence of magic is to present it in this world in the way the caster wants by extracting the flowing ether, but as long as the ether creates ripples, it will definitely be felt by every node on the lake surface. The seeker Angina shaped the foundation of the magic sea with the "water surface" - although the "water surface" is not the whole of ether, it at least becomes the consensus of scholars and sorcerers of the three towers of silver, star and moon, and sun.

The counter spell pursues exploration and counterattack. Through the ripples on the "water surface", it detects the subtle changes in the flow of ether, and interferes with it before the spell takes shape. The sorcerers of the Star and Moon discovered the first method to monitor the flow of magic. They felt the role of the mottled multi-colored magic power mixed in the corners of this world to forge the wizard's "smell". Over time, this set of methods has become the criterion for confrontation between casters.

But at this moment, what appeared before the Storm Priests was an absolutely quiet realm, the symbol of Aidan Ryan, the divine power of the Storm Crow gave them a unique way to look at magic. However, what they saw through the Storm Eye was only blank, like staring at the abyss. Surrounding the young man, it seemed like a black hole, where the colorful magic was calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

But whenever he casts his spell, the sea of ​​magic wakes up like a dormant dragon. However, it was too late at that time. The magic power that had formed a chain reaction was like an uncut chain and was displayed through Luo Yu's hand. The spells that could not counterattack mean a one-sided war. The priests of the Crow Claw Temple seemed to be playing a game that was destined to be unable to win. They could only launch a tragic attack - but the result of the attack was that the opponent could free up his hands to counterattack those spells that were truly threatening to him, but they had no choice but to use the same spells as their opponents.

Luo Yu even does not allow his opponent to have protection. He often chooses to use the most efficient method to interrupt the opponent's protective spells and then attack. Attacks do not require any advanced spells. Sometimes an ice cone is enough to pierce the opponent's weak body.

Then an extremely spectacular scene appeared. The young elemental hand holds a staff and stands in place, facing the siege of twenty or thirty people, but he still does not fall for it. Every time he takes action, he will definitely take one person's life. The priests' spells are complicated, but the casting time will be interrupted, which is too short - it cannot penetrate the shield of the young elemental hand.

"Damn it, I'm dumb!"

The candidates among the adventurers saw this scene and only had one thought left in their minds, that was, they shouted; their thinking was even a little short-circuited for a moment, wondering if the Storm Priests had broken their brains and cooperated with them and acted, or was this a great guild building momentum for their newcomers?

But it would be too real if this was a storm. When they saw May, they didn't even think about using information crystal to record the previous scene, because there was really nothing to record. The Crow Claw Knights were no match for Miss Knights at all, but at this moment, everyone picked up the crystal at the same time. Their real thought at this moment was - are those Storm Priests all good people in the new era who were only beaten and not fight back?

But of course the priests did not really have the spirit of self-sacrificing themselves. They were just suffering. Several priests even secretly hid behind the knights, trying to hide their pitiful spells. But they suddenly saw a clockwork fairy flying up from the young man's hand. At that moment, the priests raised their heads, a sense of grief and inexplicable expression flashed in their eyes, and there was only one sentence in their hearts to say:

“Can’t you afford to play?”

The lady stood beside her husband, looking at the young man at the door, silently without saying a word, but a slight ray of indecipherable and radiant glory flashed in her eyes. And the admiring look was filled with a hint of tenderness.

It seemed that the young man who was still at peace with the enemy was no longer just a reflection of his own bloodline, but a sustenance, a carrier of his ideals and glory in his youth, and an eternal witness after that time. His silence was not resistance, but his son's silent recognition of his mother, and that was the person who was following their footsteps.

That is the person who truly understands them, and that is her son—

She pursed her lips, with tears in her eyes, blinked, raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, and turned around. But what she saw was her husband's gentle gaze. The man said, "Xiao Yu... has grown up..."

“But it’s not enough.”

Luo Yu let out a light breath.

"Xiao Yu, you can actually be more efficient. There are several spells that are unnecessary," said the mother's serious voice from behind. "The words Ah and Von spells were born to save magic. The caster should always pay attention to his magic, but this is not just a stereotyped dogma-"

Luo Yu was slightly stunned and couldn't help but turn around.

There, the mother still looked at him with a stern face, "Save magic not to save magic, you should understand this, but to win. But sometimes knocking down the enemy faster is also a way to achieve the same goal."

Luo Yu was stunned for a moment, and a beam of lightning flew over and hit his shield, and the sparks were shattered. His eyes flashed slightly. What Karatu passed on to him and Jita was different from him - vast and vast.

But now this is his mother, a former elemental player, a somewhat outstanding—but not yet known as a genius—the meticulous experience of the savage. It seems to be the time recorded on the quicksand, after writing down the years that a person has passed, and then through all this experience, he will speak to him.

He was silent for a moment and changed his strategy. He raised his hand and a beam of ice cone shot in the direction where the lightning was reached. A scream immediately came from the crowd there.

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There was a speechless panic among the crowd. It was not a rare strategy to trade magic for time, but it was not a rare strategy to use it on the rules taught to them by Karatu to produce the effect of one plus one greater than two. It was normal for the priests in the panic to fail to think of this for a while.

What's more frightening is actually just another thing. The priests of the Crow Claw Temple still haven't understood why they faced such a situation - why it was blank. The multi-colored magic is as quiet as stagnant water, and what they see is a monster - what method did the young man use to conceal his magic?

But the answer is actually very simple-

There is nothing else, just a crystal.

The colorless magic flows under the complex sea of ​​ether, and moves silently in the gap that no one notices. It is like a new cry of a new force in a long history. And it is just a return to time and bringing the gift that was born more than 700 years ago back to the world from the dust.

And that should be the original appearance of this world, and its attributeless magic is still magic.

Now everything has returned to its original state.

After experiencing Alisa and Luo Yu, the mercenary was in chaos and the crossbowmen were too busy to take care of themselves. The commander of the Crow Claw Temple tried to save the wizard caster who was on the verge of collapse, and finally transferred a team of knights from the front line to come back.

But before they got closer, they were caught off guard by arrows flying out of the building on the other side of the street and fell several times. Miss Nightingale showed her figure from behind the window there and compared a gesture to this side:

“The combat plan has changed.”

Luo Yu raised his head and looked in that direction.

He saw Parker climbing up the second floor with great crossbows on the terrace there—

"What's going on?" he asked Alissa with his mouth.

"Concentrate, Xiaoyu," the mother's serious voice came from behind again, "Cross the battlefield--"

Miss Nightingale was about to speak, but a ray of light had covered Luo Yu's sight. Under the cover of the knights, the priests of the Crow Claw Temple seized the opportunity to counterattack for the first time.

Luo Yu looked over his gaze, but rarely, he did not obey his mother's instructions, but gently put down the staff in his hand. The light flashing in the hands of the priests far and near was like a big net, as if the next moment, he would be swallowed by the surging spells.

But the wizards are called magic agents, and they are often the first to feel the movement on the "water surface". Luo Yu's eyes were quiet, and on this complex battlefield, he had heard the "voice" independent of every spell.

Low, spectacular, echoing under the magical sea, its pace is like a miracle.

That is not the power that wizards can achieve, it must come from an older legend.

Only a little slower than Luo Yu, Luo Yu's mother suddenly stopped. The former elemental made the lady's eyes show a surprise light. She raised her head and looked at the building across the street, "This is..." The Storm Priests finally reacted, but their spells had flew out of their hands.

But long wings extended out of the shadow, and at that moment the winding lightning and flames collided on a feather wall like cast iron, scattered and turned into ashes.

A shadow was extending rapidly along both sides of the street. They rose from the tumbling smoke, forming the shape of wings. Like a pair of spread wings, rising from the ground, from the abyss, the pitch-black wings obscured everyone's vision and hid Luo Yu behind them.

Silvede held up a gun and put the commander of the Crow Claw Temple into the scope. She squinted her eyes and glanced for a while, but put the gun down again. "Why not shoot?" Ai Xiaoxiao asked her curiously. Silvede turned around and looked at the confused little girl, and smiled slightly.

“It’s not time yet.”

"It's not time yet?"

Ai Xiaoxiao showed a look of surprise, and was about to ask when it was the time? But it was at this moment that a sharp sound suddenly came from the air, just like thousands of sounds gathered together and pierced a person's ear drum. Ai Xiaoxiao let out a "ouch" and covered his ears.

Silweid also turned around and looked in that direction.

Under the hotel, Xie Sita walked out from behind with a coma Crow Claw Knight, entered the hall, and then threw the latter to the ground with a "bang". The sudden scene scared everyone in the hotel. They looked at the exaggerated arm armor on the hand of the maid and were still thinking:

Who is this?

And Mei had already put down the communication crystal in her hand, turned around, Nuosheng said to the maid: "Xie Sita, you are here just now. I just received it-"

But Xiesta replied, "I already know."

"Then are we going out, Xie Sita?"

Xie Sita looked at her and nodded.

Mei didn't say nonsense, and immediately put the holy sword back on the sheath, took off the long halberd from behind, and walked forward. This was her weapon that she was worthy of, but she couldn't be used in the hotel lobby - the Crow Claw Knights had already retreated, and no one stopped them at this moment.

The adventurers looked at the two of them, and they looked at each other again. They were unwilling to cause trouble before, but their mentality had changed now. The local behavior of the Crow Claw Temple is not necessarily popular with people, but it just lacks the opportunity to lead the way and resist. In fact, many people are willing to do something.

The two parties have no interest, but they have some personal grudges.

The street was now in a strange quiet, chaotic but silent. Everyone looked up at one direction, so they didn't notice someone walking out of the hotel. They were watching the shape condensed from the dust of the shadows, and the huge wings almost covered half of the street.

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Parker lay on the terrace and opened his mouth wide to watch the scene. He pressed down on the bandage on his face, and then turned around and asked the naturalist lady, "Jita, what the hell did you summon them?"

"I heard that they were in awe of the crows, and that was the image in the storm..."

"...its wings swept through the void, bringing disaster, its whistle bringing the only guide in the night, its bloody eyes, the hanging blood and the moon. Everything and everything in Terache are portrayals of death and shadow, and when it comes, it arrives in seven days..."

"...that is the lightless sea of ​​abyss, and the time traveling on the sea of ​​abyss. It is about to be fulfilled, and the storm has been fulfilled, with black ships anchored at both ends of the storm... When the disaster year comes, the descendants of the seven shadowed descendants, and the light of the evil stars flashing in the clouds should shine on this land..."

Jita pressed his pale little hand on the title page of the book, and the ancient magic book seemed to be dyed with a pitch-black color, like ink.

Parker asked her loudly, "What's that?"

Jita thought for a moment before answering, "...it was a crow prophecy, it came from a very ancient legend."

The Chisos worship crows, but they have long since died in history. Aitalia regards crows as a bad omen, and there are not many literary works about it, but fortunately, she still remembers some.

But Parker looked at the rising shadow and looked a little ugly: "... Then can you stop summoning such a terrifying thing next time..."

"That's just a shadow, Parker."

Jita shook his head and read the last paragraph of the prophecy softly:

"...It has four wings, three claws, and the tail of the snake, and it is the king of the crows, Terraeche."

The four wings that emerged from the rolling shadow were two black and two blood-red. Their thick claws were more like the claws of a hunting dog, with cracked sores pressing into the ground, and a bird's claws stretched out from the black feathers on its chest, drooping on its chest, curled up.

Its tail rolled back from behind its claws, one by one, like a snake's skeleton, slowly dragging on the ground. Monsters like crows raised their heads high, and behind the smoke were seven eyes, each of which was shining with blood-red light.

The Storm Priests first reacted, they looked at the image in a daze, muttering to themselves while retreating:

"Terra Echi, Terra Echi..."

"That's the prophecy of the crow... The end of the raven is here..."

The knights also felt a little shaken, and the mercenaries had never seen this scene before. They had already dispersed and screamed and retreated.

The commander of the Crow Claw Temple made a strange move when he saw this scene. He raised his head, as if he was looking at a god, and knelt down with trembling body; neither escape nor seeking to hide, but crawled on the ground, as if thinking of a supreme being bowing his head.

But not many people in the crowd noticed this scene.

Alisa stood unexpectedly at the window and looked at the scene in front of her. It was originally just a real illusion created by Jita, trying to disturb the other party's attention, but she didn't expect the effect to be much better than she thought. But it happened that she raised her head and looked at the sky.

Some people are also looking at the sky.

...

Fang Zhu looked at the group of people appearing in front of him.

The man in the head was wearing a dark leather armor and a frost on his face. Looking at him, everyone looked like people living in this town. He had seen the refugees in the forest, and they were almost the same as the other party. But these people were much stronger than the refugees, and they didn't look pale and thin, but were almost a bit tough.

"Who are you?"
To be continued...