Magical daily life after reincarnation

Chapter 105 The Failed Director

This jungle is extremely quiet, and there is no sound while the thick fog is lingering.

Turner's spell originally had the ability to easily locate the opponent when he entered his spell casting range.

In this way, you can hide in the dark and find the right time to deal a fatal blow to your opponent.

But at this moment, he noticed that Talo seemed to disappear out of thin air in an instant, and no matter how he sensed it, he couldn't find its location.

Jump out of the cloud and mist range with teleportation spells?But this is magic that not even a few third graders can master.

Turner gradually became anxious. He was supposed to be a hunter, but he felt like he had become a prey.

However, the experience of many magic duels did not allow him to cancel the cloud immediately. Instead, he found a hidden bush and got in. On the one hand, he could better hide his figure and at the same time think about the next step Act and prepare accordingly.

However, what he didn't know was that this series of actions was seen by Talo on the tree, and his red eyes glowing with magic and magic power tightly locked onto Turner's every move.

Tulo was also worried, not how to win, but how to win.

He stretched out his palm and pressed it on the tree trunk beside him, using the ability of [Eye of Naya] to easily peel out a Duid natural text. He wanted to transform this jungle into his temporary sanctuary.

After completely controlling this area, it is more natural to slowly think about which winning method is more natural. After all, it is estimated that a lot of hole cards will be used in festival activities, and it is best to be less exposed.

After a stalemate like this for a while, the onlookers couldn't see clearly what happened in the fog, and they all complained to Turner, berating him for affecting everyone's viewing experience.

Talo crossed one big tree after another, and he couldn't help but pause for some sore legs. He really wanted to unfold the Sanctuary with a wave of his cane, but it was a bit too conspicuous.

After finishing all the work, he jumped down from the tree steadily without making any sound.He leisurely walked straight behind Turner, cleared his throat and said to Turner, "What are you doing in a daze, senior? Aren't you attacking me?"

These two questions made Turner get goosebumps all over his body, and Tulo has a magic spell to hide himself! The positioning ability of [Summoning Clouds and Fog] has no effect on him!

At this moment, Turner decided to immediately revoke the [Summoning Cloud and Fog] that he had been maintaining, but something even weirder happened. The spell seemed to be disobedient to him, and had no intention of dissipating at all.

Without further hesitation, he turned around and yelled at the human silhouette in the mist, "The wind condenses a thousand blades!"

The gust of wind blew, and several wind blades hit Tulo's body firmly, and the continuous stinging pain went straight to Tulo's senses.

The thick fog was also blown away by the strong wind. Talo raised his hand and squeezed his palm, feeling the pain of being hit by the wind blade just now, and his face remained unchanged: "Is the upper spell of the biting wind? It's gone all at once. 600 More, the strength of the second-year senior is really strong."

Turner looked at Tulo, who seemed to be fine, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed a few times dryly.

The mist should have been completely blown away by the wind, but at this time, not only did it not blow away much, but it tended to gather again, and Talo was quite horrified by his unresponsive appearance after being hit by the curse. .

Even if he could hold on and not be repelled, it shouldn't be in this state!

"Well, can you do it again? It would be the best if you can change it to something stronger." The gray robe on Tulo's body floated, and his face was sincere.

"What the hell did you do...monster..." Those pupils glowing red in the dense fog made Turner feel afraid to look at him.

"I'm in a duel with a senior. Although language is also a tool that can increase the probability of victory, you can't just curse like that." Tulo frowned, expressing his dislike for this way of talking.

He wanted to pretend that he was suppressed by Turner in the early stage, and then he suddenly rose up in the later stage, and then gradually wiped out the senior's points, and finally won the victory with great difficulty.

It's just that the development of this script seems a bit unsatisfactory. Turner seems to have completely lost his desire to attack, which is not a good thing.

"Ah, I hate troublesome things." Tulo sighed, and then deliberately chanted the name of the spell: "Brothing wind!"

With the addition of the Sanctuary, he can actually cast this low-level bronze spell silently, but it is better to go through the necessary cutscenes.

As soon as the words fell, the raging storm immediately tore the bushes where Turner was in pieces, and then rolled up his figure and flew back.

bang.

A huge amount of impact pressure was on Turner's body, so strong that it even smashed a big tree behind him.

The branches shook and screamed, and piles of leaves fell from them.

"More than 600 points? Sorry, I didn't know that this spell could achieve this effect." Tulo leaned on his cane, leaned on his forehead, walked towards Turner step by step, and said annoyedly.

He really didn't know that the bonus could reach such a level. He had clearly controlled it on purpose. It seemed that he had to find opportunities to exercise more in the future, improve his level in this area, and then get a good grasp of relevant information.

Panting heavily, Turner sat slumped on the ground, leaning against the cracked tree trunk, clutching his wand tightly in one hand, and covering his painful heart with the other.

Even if he has not been attacked by Tullow, his points are still dropping a little bit, obviously because of some trauma in his body.

"Senior, if you don't attack again, you really have no chance. Being defeated by a first-year student with far more than 1000 points is not what you want to see." Tarlow walked up to Turner and stood still. Sincerely advise.

Turner didn't raise his head, and didn't reply. Tarlow's eyes kept appearing in his head, and strong heart palpitations filled his spirit, and he didn't even care that Tarlow was standing in front of him.

"Senior, haven't you learned healing spells? You can heal yourself now, and I won't interfere."

"It's been a long time. If you keep doing this, it's not an option. You have to cheer up."

"If you don't fight back, doesn't that show that I am persecuting you with the power of Tails? Not only will my reputation be damaged, but you will also be accused of abandoning glory."

After persuading him for a long time, Tullow really couldn't understand why Turner suddenly lost his will to fight, and he didn't use any spiritual spells. Could it be because of the sanctuary?
This duel has been out of his own mind from the very beginning, and it was really a failure, and Tullow was a little hit.

He leaned down, grabbed the hair on the top of Turner's head with his hands, and forced him to look at him: "If you don't fight back, you will be beaten to death by me, a first-year student."

Tarlow only hoped that this level of provocation would bring about some furious counterattacks from Turner, but this kind of behavior was a completely different situation in Turner's eyes.

(End of this chapter)