People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

The strange-looking Druid seemed to have sensed that Birdway was planning to do something, but for some reason, he didn't respond immediately.

It feels like an old man has stood for too long, and suddenly it is difficult for him to move his feet.

But as the hostile side, Birdway doesn't care about the state of the enemy.

Without any hesitation, she waved the "sword" in her hand from top to bottom.

That is to say, in the next moment, inside the completely enclosed space, a frightening wind gusts out, and the huge wind force engulfs the surrounding moss and vines, or various other unknown plants.

The originally colorless hurricane has now become an emerald-colored meat grinder, and is actually moving with the opponent in mind.

200 meters may be considered a distance for ordinary magicians, but in front of real masters, 200 meters is not enough.

The suction generated by the hurricane kept pulling in the surrounding things. At first it was just green plants, but then it was rubble scattered on the ground.

The storm with further intensified destructive power soon came to the druid's side.

(No matter how this guy resists, the next Pyroburst can ignite the plants in the wind, and burn people and plants together for "sacrifice", even a druid can't survive... )

In the druid's sacrifice, people are locked in a wooden cage and burned to death, and Birdway is also using this point to ensure that the opponent can use a certain plant she is not familiar with to defuse her attack possibility.

After all, things like druids are very good at making use of the "natural" things around them. For such "wild ways" players, Birdway has to be careful.

But none of the various resistance scenes that Birdway had expected did not appear.

In fact, the other party was like a statue and didn't move even a step until the storm came in front of him.

Without making any resistance, this weird druid was sucked into the storm.

Although there was some deviation from what was expected, Birdway did not hesitate.

Throwing the "sword" in his hand directly upwards, accompanied by the rotation of the short staff in mid-air, Badway regained control of the short staff at the moment when he reached the right position.

Among the symbols of the four elements, the "rod" represents "fire".

The green meat grinder that was rotating vertically was instantly ignited.

A high-heat flame tornado ran rampant in the "Arena".

After a while, the air in the originally cool space became extremely dry and stuffy, like a big steamer, making people uncomfortable.

As for Birdway below, she didn't know whether it was because her physical strength and magic power were exhausted all the way here, or because the hot and dry air made her feel uncomfortable. At this time, Birdway's cheeks were a little flushed, and she was soaked in sweat. The blond hair on the sideburns has already stuck to the face.

The rumbling magic attack gradually subsided, and the short staff in Birdway's hand changed its shape again.

The symbolic weapon in Birdway's hand can be changed into various forms according to its purpose and attributes.

Now the "cup of water".

As a corner representing water, rear, moon, female, blue, and square, it is in charge of the Minor Arcana card in a tarot card.

In the space around her, the water wall in the vortex that suddenly appeared made a "boom" sound and rushed upwards in one breath.

After reaching a certain height, it spreads out in an even circle.Hundreds of sharp and cold fruits are condensing on the transparent object that can be mistaken for a huge umbrella or a tree.

And it's not pure water. From the point of view of the cold air visible to the naked eye and the rapid cooling of the air, there is no doubt that it is an extension of pure water.

Embers of the flames were still flying in the air, and the next round of attacks had already arrived.

With Birdway at the center, the ice dagger is directed in all directions.

It attacked the opponent in all directions like sand and dust falling.

The umbrella-like image was excavated from the inside, turning the entire volume into a murderous weapon.

A large amount of flying dust and gravel were blown away by the new round of attacks, completely obscuring the field of vision of the "Arena".

"It's really troublesome. It's just that guys of this level made us go to war. Hey, why are those guys from the Puritan sect so slow? Do you want me to save them?"

Birdway was panting slightly, but overall she hadn't reached the point of collapse.

She took a few deep breaths and adjusted her breathing with a smile.

Feeling the humid air entering the lungs from the nasal cavity, the discomfort caused by the high temperature of his attack just now eased a lot.

Without rushing to disarm due to the death of the enemy, the "Cup of Water" in Birdway's hand changed its shape again, and once again became the original "Sword of Wind".

Holding the symbolic weapon in one hand, Birdway checked the direction left and right.

"I should have come from here just now, but it seems to take some time to find the way..."

But just when Birdway was about to wave the weapon in her hand to open the way, an extremely discordant voice came from behind her.

With her eyes widened, Birdway stared at the center of the flying dust that was gradually descending with an expression of seeing a ghost.

"Your spells are full of the smell of Crowley. But the old man won't blame you..."

The old cloak outside the crooked figure had been completely shattered by Birdway's attack just now, and what leaked out from under the cloak was an old man with white beard and hair.

He was wearing a suit that was obviously tailored, and he was holding something that looked like a wax print in his hand.

"How......"

"How is it possible? Don't be so surprised. After all, this old man is the only magician who possesses 'semi-immortality' in the 'Golden Dawn'. It's not difficult to survive a hundred years, right? A descendant of 'Golden' ?”

The old man took a step forward, with a terrifying sense of oppression as if there was an entity pressing down.

Birdway felt like her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

Although she had never met this person in person, Birdway couldn't deny the fact that "who" this person might be due to various characteristics and some details just now.

"My name is William Wayne Westcott, one of the founders of the 'Golden Dawn'. Spanning the end of the Battle of Bryce Avenue, continuing the technique of 'Gold' to this day in 'The Last gold'."

Chapter 140: Birdway VS "Wescott" Part [-]

The palm of Birdway's hand holding the scepter felt a little slippery, because beads of sweat had begun to appear on Birdway's palm due to nervousness.

As one of the successors of the "Golden" magician, Birdway has imagined countless times how great and powerful the members of the famous "Golden Dawn" were.

In Birdway's imagination, the "Golden Dawn" should be a group of personable and absolute elites with magical knowledge that ordinary people can't touch in their lifetime.

Or an elegant British gentleman, or a serious old man, or a noble prom queen.

But in all kinds of fantasies, Birdway never expected that one day he would fight against William Wayne Westcott, one of the three founders of "Golden Dawn".

After all, even if a necromancer tried to awaken it again after a hundred years, the power brought by that clumsy "resurrection" is just a drop in the bucket, and it is definitely not comparable to the person in his heyday.

But now, the sense of oppression emanating from this old man at this moment is real.

Birdway didn't know how strong the members of the "Golden Dawn" were back then, but this made her dare not even act rashly. Just taking a step earlier forced her to go all out before she was able to hold back and turn around and run away original impulse.

I am definitely not an opponent of the old man in front of me, no matter whether he is really Westcott or not.

This is a fact that does not need special proof. Apart from the fact that Birdway is not completely harmless now, the terrifying oppression of the other party makes Birdway understand that even if he can fight with all his strength, he will definitely be defeated. Come.

The fight between magicians is not very complicated. To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a contest between "knowledge" and "psychology".

But now Birdway's "psychology" has fallen behind, and in terms of "knowledge", Birdway does not dare to say that she can surpass most of the existing magicians.

In the final analysis, the reason why "gold"-type associations are stronger than ordinary magicians is nothing more than the mysterious "gold"-type spells.

But if both parties are also masters of the "golden" line, then Birdway doesn't think his "knowledge" can prevail.

Birdway bit her lip. The other party was not in a hurry to make a move. In fact, the other party hadn't made any further moves since the beginning. It felt as if she was waiting for Birdway to act first.

And Birdway is also very clear that in this situation, the other party will definitely not give him time to find a way to leave this area, and fleeing upwards is even more nonsense.

Only after the spread of modern magic theory, "flying" and "falling down" have been tit for tat.

But in modern times, "flying" is more and more disliked by people. Now, except for the tenth-ranked "sage" in the UK, he can fly all over the sky. Even the witches in the UK only dare to fly at low altitudes. If they fly high, they will eat a shot." The only result of the death of the "knock down technique".

Birdway was not reconciled, she watched her slightly trembling right hand and clenched her teeth.

(Damn it, what's the matter if you panic like this?)

Forcing himself to calm down, Birdway used his left hand to forcibly stop the trembling of his right arm.

Taking a deep breath, something flickered in Birdway's eyes.

"Oh? Didn't you choose to try your best to stay alive or flee for your life without armor and armor, but instead choose to be close to me? The little girl of 'Golden'?"

"I don't know if you are the real Westcott, but anyway, I can't just escape like this now."

"In my opinion, this cannot be judged as a wise choice. Then, what is your reason? Enlightenment? Faith? Or self-esteem? What exactly is it?"

The old man who called himself "Wescott" was also not in a hurry to start, but continued to speak while stroking his beard.

"Although your technique is filled with the smell of Crowley, it is obvious that you are not his eagle dog. Then, why do you have to stand on the side of the founding father of 'Gold' in the face of such a mortal situation? Is there a reason in front of people?"

Birdway took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

She didn't yell or become hysterical, and a calm tone completely different from the previous panic spit out from the mouth of this little "golden" magician.

"regnum771."

"I see......"

Nodding as if approving something, the old man put one hand behind his back, only his right hand still held the bronze wax seal.

He stood up straight, and then said so in the tone of an elder teaching a younger generation.

"I will affirm your reasons. After all, although your technique is quite immature, you cannot be called an 'expert' at all. At best, you are just a 'bad guy in kindergarten', but the so-called 'golden' should pay more attention to spirituality. stuff, you've hit the bare minimum for that."

"..."

Birdway didn't answer, but stared at the wax seal in the old man's hand.

There was no doubt that it was a spiritual outfit, but Birdway couldn't see what the reason behind that thing was.

After all, in various stories, wax seals are not directly and clearly pointed out, but in many stories where letters appear, wax seals are not obtainable, so the symbolic category that wax seals can represent is larger than the four The symbolic weapons of the elements are more complicated.

But in fact, Birdwig was at a disadvantage when he had such an idea. After all, assuming that the other party is a real member of the "Golden Dawn", they will not use this "off-the-shelf" if they focus on the "basic". formula".

Birdway moved. Although she could foresee her own defeat, as the leader of "Dawn Morning Light" and bearing such a magical name, she would never allow herself to lose without a fight.

Instead of rushing directly at the opponent, he quickly pulled back to create a distance.

Leaving aside whether the other party is Westcott himself who really possesses the "semi-immortality".

But the fact that the Meat Grinder was able to remain intact under the mixed attack of the Meat Grinder just now shows that the conventional simple "destructive power" is powerless.

(There must be a reason why "semi-immortality" is called "half". That is to say, even Westcott himself should not be completely "immortal"...... )

Generally making a judgment, Birdwig turned her wrist.

The scepter in the hands of the clenched hands drew an orange-red path of Mars on the ground.