dark wizard

() The death row camp in the early morning is full of excitement. People who have nothing to do are wandering around in the open space of the camp. At this time, the middle of the camp is already full of people.Just now when the fight between Amy and his subordinates and Cormier's subordinates ended, everyone thought it was safe and sound, and many people left. Seeing the excitement again, these desperadoes surrounded them with great interest.

More and more people gathered, even two of the healers guarding the death camp outside came over to check on the situation.Their expressions were very relaxed, and they were not afraid of the people in the death row camp making trouble at all.

In the eyes of a real spiritual master, the people in the death row camps are no different from ants. Those who can survive with a little magic are just lingering on their last days, and they will die sooner or later.If it weren't for these people being useful to the empire, most of the people here could be easily reduced to ashes with a powerful spiritual master and an advanced spell.

In charge of guarding the death row camp is a squadron of the Healer Troop in the southern part of the Alpha Empire.

Due to the extremely strict and cruel exams for imperial healers, the elimination rate is very high, and only a very small number of people can become imperial healers, so the number of healers in the army is naturally not large.In the entire continent, spiritual masters are united in teams. A small team is composed of six spiritual masters. The team leader is usually an earth spiritual master. A squadron is composed of six small teams. The squadron leader can be an earth spiritual master. , it can also be a spirit master.

Smicer was promoted to become a spiritual master a few years ago. He can become a spiritual master of the empire in his thirties. His future is limitless. Unfortunately, due to some reasons, he was assigned to take care of the death camps in the south .

This kind of frontier task can only be taken over by those who are on the edge of power or who are excluded.

Perhaps because of this, Smicer's temper is very violent. He often kills the unlucky ghosts he dislikes for no reason. Therefore, the desperadoes in the death row camps have always kept a low profile in front of real spiritual masters .Fortunately, Smicer didn't come to the death camp very often, he only let his men come to patrol every day.As long as there is no escape, other things will not concern him.

Boll and Carrick directly belonged to the third team, and today they were on duty during the day.

After staying here for a long time, they have long been familiar with the cruel gladiatorial fights in the death row camp.

Bohr is a healer who is good at physical skills. He has always believed that physical skills are the strongest of all techniques, so just now he firmly believed that Kemier's subordinate who knew physical skills would win, and then he lost to Ka Rick two gold coins.

"It's cheap for you, that guy is really useless!" Boer looked unconvinced.

Carrick smiled and said: "These unlucky ghosts among the nobles can only cast some small spells. The speed of that little fireball spell is too slow. I really don't know why that unlucky guy didn't hide. He is too weak."

Bohr glanced at him. He was still feeling sorry for the two gold coins. In non-wartime, the task of guarding the border didn't pay much.

At this time, Carrick suddenly raised his voice to remind Pole, saying, "Look, it's exciting again!"

"Another unlucky noble young master..."

Carrick jumped up to the top of a tent, and Pole jumped up right after him. The two stood quietly on the tent. Like.

"I bet that guy with the beard is in trouble."

Carrick closed his eyes, tapped twice in front of his body with one hand, and there was a wave of spiritual power in the air, "That noble boy is gathering spiritual power. The fluctuation of spiritual power is too weak, and his control is really strong... .”

Pohl asked in confusion, "What did you find?"

Carrick frowned suddenly, and pointed at the field suspiciously: "What I see is the same as what you see, what exactly is that?"

Boer raised his eyes and saw the noble boy in the field standing still. He only stretched out his right index finger, and at the fingertips a dark entwined substance was constantly rotating, and the blackness emanating from it seemed to make people lost in it.

Pohl knew a little about magic and witchcraft. He didn't like these things very much, and he couldn't understand them at all.

"Whatever it is, his spiritual fluctuations are so weak, and the power of his spells won't be too strong! I think that bearded man is going to win this time!"

Carrick smiled, "A gamble?"

Bohr gritted his teeth and made a decision, "Just bet! As usual, I will definitely win two gold coins back!"

.........

Carrick couldn't detect the spiritual power fluctuations of the noble boy in the field at all. In his detection technique perception, there was only a trace of condensed spiritual power fluctuations emitted into the nature.

He was puzzled.

Under normal circumstances, the release of any spell will inevitably have fluctuations in spiritual power, especially for those large-scale spells, the fluctuations in spiritual power are extremely strong, and even ordinary people can feel the changes in the natural aura caused by some spells.

The weak fluctuation of spiritual power naturally shows that the power of the spell is not strong.

However, seeing the ball of black matter between the kid's fingers in the field, Carrick still felt that this somewhat mysterious guy would win.

The probing technique didn't work, so Carrick could only see with his eyes, but the distance between him and Bohr was too far, so he couldn't see clearly at all.

If they were closer, this bet would not stand at all.

People who watched from a close distance had a better understanding of the situation, especially those with some spiritual power.

For example, the two leaders of the camp, Ke Mier, Amy, and Leo, etc., when they saw the green light on Lynch's fingertips, they knew that the victory of this competition had been decided.

And that strange substance entwined with black threads, if you look closely, you can tell that it is definitely not condensed with spiritual power.

The fingertips radiate spiritual power to condense a fireball, which is nothing at all, it is just a simple manipulation of fire spells, and other elemental systems are naturally not much different, but an unnatural substance can be manipulated precisely to make it stay at the fingertips Sharp, to be able to do this requires a considerable ability to control spiritual power.

Even among the healers in the empire, there are only a handful of them who can do this.

This shows the spiritual power control ability of the noble boy in the field.

If you can do this, even if you have less spiritual power, you can still condense a powerful spell. Defeating Hobbs is naturally not a problem, but the material wrapped in black silk is even more weird, and it is not very good on the surface. Compatible.

There is no suspense at all about the outcome.

All they care about is the power of this technique.

However, the voices cheering for Hobbs in the crowd did not decrease at all. Most people did not have their eyesight. After all, in the death row camp, there were not many people with high strength, and most of them were just stronger ordinary people.

So is Hobbes.Although he felt something was wrong, he regained his confidence amidst the voices of the crowd, and leaned over to Lynch.

His speed is not fast, but his footsteps are very steady. It is obvious that he has had basic training in physical arts in his early years.

During the running, dust was also brought up under the feet.

Lynch still stood where he was, but he was a little surprised. He didn't want Hobbs' physical skills to be so solid, he must have a certain foundation.

But that's all.

His thoughts flashed, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Hobbs was about to rush in front of his eyes, Lynch waved his finger lightly, and saw that the material entwined with black silk got into Hobbs' chest almost in the blink of an eye.

Hobbs was obviously taken aback. He stopped in place suddenly, slapped himself on the chest, and then laughed in confusion and joy: "Haha, boy, don't scare people, I'm fine."

Looking at his appearance, the other stunned people understood.

"It turned out that it was just to scare people. I thought Hobbs was going to lose."

"How is it possible? I knew it was a bluff from the beginning."

"Hobbs, hurry up and kill that kid, I hate this guy, he just looks like he deserves a beating."

Hobbs was still worried just now, but he felt his body carefully again, and then he was sure that nothing really happened. He excitedly raised his fist at Lynch, "Boy, you have successfully angered me, now you are ready to bear my pain." anger!"

Lynch stood where he was, with a peaceful smile on his face.

He folded his hands on his chest, his eyes suddenly turned cold: "So, how do you feel now..."

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Hobbs' face froze immediately. He squatted on the ground suddenly, his arms kept grabbing his chest, "Itch...itch...my blood...ah..."

He said itching in his mouth, but Hobbs's face was full of pain.

Not long after, he couldn't bear it any longer, and began to pluck the skin on his chest with his fingertips, almost exhausting all his strength.

one piece, two pieces...

Every time his nails scratched, the chest would lose a little bit of meat.

Slowly, little by little, the flesh on Hobbs' chest was snapped off with his nails.Pieces of minced meat were sprinkled on his raised legs.

In the entire open space, no one made a sound, and everyone stared at Hobbs carefully.

"Itchy...so itchy...itches me to death!"

"Please, forgive me..."

"Please...someone...someone kill me, please...please..."

It didn't take long before Hobbs's chest was scratched to the bone, but there wasn't a trace of blood flowing out, and there were only shriveled pieces of meat.

He kept wailing, telling his pain.

Some people couldn't see it for a long time, and turned their heads behind them, while others turned their eyes to the noble boy on the other side. At this time, there was only fear in their eyes.

Hobbs is really unlucky to offend such a guy...

Many people secretly rejoiced that they didn't say anything just now, otherwise, maybe they would have the same consequences, that...it's too miserable, and thinking about it, it would be easier to die now.And some people walked to the periphery secretly, they secretly prayed in their hearts that the noble boy would not hold grudges.

They don't want to turn into that ghost just because of a few words.

For nearly 10 minutes, the only sound in the camp was Hobbs' wailing.

There are not many people who can persist in watching, but more people still can't help but take a look. At this time, Hobbs's face was filled with extreme fear, and he broke the two chests with both hands. He can clearly see the beating of the ribs, internal organs and organs.

He felt that he should die, but he felt radiant, and this kind of spirit only brought more fear.

Almost everyone can't bear to watch it anymore.

All they saw was the noble boy in the field, still with his trademark faint smile on his face, and his expression was indifferent, as if this kind of thing was commonplace.

However, no one thinks this look is synonymous with 'good bullying' anymore.

"Hell, that guy is still human..."

Many people thought so, but few dared to speak out. Even the two imperial healers on duty in the camp, Carrick and Pete, were frightened.

"Okay, Lynch, let me give him a good time!" Leo couldn't help it anymore, frowning and said.

He walked into the arena, drew out the long knife from behind, swung the knife vigorously, and cut off Hobbs' head neatly, giving this guy a happy death.

The head rolled to Lynch's feet, the eyes were still wide open.

Lynch's face suddenly turned cold, Xu squinted his eyes and scanned the crowd around him, then thanked Leo, and walked slowly towards his tent.

Wherever he went, the crowd automatically opened a wide road to let him pass.

They saw him disappear into the entrance of a tent in the corner of the camp, and only then did they realize that their hearts were beating normally again.

The corpses in the field seemed to be still talking about the cruel scene just now, and they felt that it was a lingering nightmare.

Even if he is just a bystander, he seems to be in it.

"Don't mess with that guy, he's really scary..."