Spellmaster’s Manual

2021-06-07

  Chapter 33 Miracle    "Varkas · Ur bets on 37 contribution points"

"VS "

"Ash Heath is betting on 2 points of contribution"

Originally the newcomer just came to the "dunghole" (the nickname for the prison inmates on death row) to participate in two consecutive days of death battle is one piece It is very rare, not to mention that his opponent is actually the'noble' Varkas, which naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

Many people who weren't the Death Fight Club ran over to watch. The auditorium was full, and there were even a lot of people standing at the door.

"Both people use swords... is the sword technique duel? I haven't seen the sword spellmaster fight for a long time. After each sword technique duel, the whole ring is full of fragrant blood..."

"Humans, hack that elf to death!"

"What kind of sword holding posture, he hasn't learned the sword technique! Could it be that he was afraid of seeing the nobleman holding the sword? Then take a sword?"

"Don’t use a sword if you don’t know how to use it! Isn’t it better to take a long spear? Simple and easy to use."

"Obviously take it An axe is better. If you go down with an axe, no matter what weapon you are, it will all become sloppy."

"You...what nonsense are you talking about, obviously long spear is more suitable for beginners!"

"I...I'm not talking nonsense! The axe is the best weapon for newcomers!"

Ash has one more reason for jailbreaking: He would rather listen to other people's swearing Listening to the voices of the two big masters, it was Black Whirlwind, but they quarreled with the elegant sentences of the tsundere girl, it was like tom yum goong tofu brain.

"They are so noisy."

"The dungpit is like this, there are buzzing flies everywhere."

Varkas looked at the iron in his hand. The sword, with a light flick of the finger, made a clear and crisp sound.

"A maggot can't change into a butterfly. Even a real butterfly is just a bigger fly in the cesspit."

Ash said with a smile: "Look Come on, you are very touched about life in prison, are you interested in publishing a book?"

Varkas gently flicked his fingers across the sword, posing a standard sword technique posture.

"Ash Heath, sorry."

When the four barriers of the ring rose, Varkas turned into a shadow, and the long sword in his hand seemed to extend to more than ten meters in length. Through the air!    Rao is that Ash has been careful and vigilant, and still has no time to block with a sword, so he can only reluctantly dodge to the right to avoid the vital point, and a small piece of meat is cut off his shoulder by Varkas' sword! The    intense pain made Ash couldn't help being sucked in a breath of cold air, but he didn't have any space to rest, because Varkas was already close at hand!   clang! clang! clang!    Ash did not run away, but went the other way, taking the initiative to break into the arms of Varkas to pull the battle into the most dangerous distance!    His reason is not overwhelmed by pain-Varkas is ten centimeters taller than him, with long hands and long feet. His arm span and attacking distance are too large, and Ash has almost no room for resistance at medium and short distances. Only by shortening the distance between the two sides to extremely close, can Varkas' advantage be turned into a disadvantage, so that he has a sword and can't swing it down!

"Have you never learned any sword technique?"

Ash suddenly felt a bit of cold all over his body, and he looked at Varkas from the corner of the eye and turned his wrist for a while, holding it from his forehand. The sword became a backhand holding sword!

clang!    Varkas's sword blocked Ash's stabbing. This elf directly raised his elbow laterally, and with his height advantage, an elbow hit Ash's forehead!

Quit! retreat! retreat!

The formidable power of the elbow made Ash almost fainted. At this time, mana, who had been silent in his mind, slowly revolved, sending out a refreshing breath to make Ash quickly regain consciousness, and his body still maintained the fighting instinct and decisively. withdraw!

When Ash's vision is restored to sobriety and calmness, a cold light is oncoming!   bang!   Ash scrambled to stand on the ground, not daring to let his back touch the ground at all. He looked at the wall that was torn apart by Varkas' sword, his face was full of fear, followed by fear.

Their swords are not open! The   prison is not crazy enough to pass Kaifeng's weapon to the executed prisoners to fight!

Varkas just cut off a piece of Ash's shoulder blade with a blade that didn't open the front. It was very ridiculous. Ash assumed that Varkas's sword was fast enough that his shoulders couldn't respond.

But that is a stone wall! The   stone is here!   Stop it, this is not a sword technique!   This is beyond the jurisdiction of the sword technique!

"Spell, spell?"

"Why do you look a little surprised?"

Varkas smiled.

"Isn't it a matter of using spell as it should be by rights for spellmaster in battle?"

"But the prison did not unravel the mana restrictions—"

"Some things can't be locked, even if they tie their hands and feet, they will still grow wings and fly. Those spells born from the knowledge I have completely mastered, even if there is no mana supply, they are still my strength , It will still make every ordinary movement of me become a miracle moment."

Ash deeply spat out one mouthful of impure air, he feels that his clothes are a bit heavy, it is because of the blood on the shoulder. The clothes are wet. He felt that his strength was spilling out one by one, and when the blood fled his body, it also took away his physical strength.

Unlike a boxing match with bare hands, the sword technique of cold weapons is used to fight to death. There are not so many fancy turn-based confrontations. There is only a breath of life and death—powerhouse, the weak. die.

But for some reason, he felt very refreshed, the mana in his mind even became active, and his shoulders didn't hurt much.

"I was hit by this kind of attack. I shouldn't be able to save it?"

"I don't know, I have never done my best against others in a death match ."

"Am I the first?"

"And the last one."

bang!    Varkas gently flirted, comparable The ground of steel essence actually began to crack and burst, like a giant snake rushing towards Ash under the ground!    "elf sword miracle, collapse the mountain and crack the ground!?"

"He actually used a miracle!"

"How is it possible!"

Auditorium There was a loud noise, and almost all the faces of the executed prisoners were stuck to the invisible barrier, just to see more details of Varkas.

Igor is no exception. He has seen Varkas' death match before, and he had long expected Varkas to use spell.

But using spell and using miracle are two concepts of the difference between Heaven and Earth!    Each miracle must be cast by several composite spells, but this does not mean that you can cast a miracle with multiple composite spells, just like an ordinary person and handsome men and women have one mouth, one nose and two. Eyes, but the result of the combination is that one is an angel face, and the other is also an angel face-it's just that the face touches the ground first when he is born.

Miracle is extremely difficult to cast, so high that'casting miracle' itself is a part of miracle.

You must know that the person who can become a spellmaster is a talented person, otherwise it is also impossible to advance a skill to the realm of'technique', so as to summon out the spell.

However, for such a group of Heaven's Chosen Child, most of them have the luxury of being able to master one or two miracles in a lifetime, and this is also the average level of spellmasters-even one spellmaster below the average Miracle didn't even master it.

Miracle is so rare, its income and difficulty are naturally positively correlated. Compared with the direct effect of spell, miracle's power is more complicated, magnificent, difficult to crack, and even generates incredible effects that cross factional divides.

For example, the miracle of sword spellmaster can have a healing effect, the miracle of water spellmaster can evaporate the enemy, and the miracle of gun spellmaster will make the enemy actively catch the bullet...

There is a saying in It is very popular among spellmasters-'spell is just an extension of our skill, miracle is truly incredible! '

Igor also mastered miracle, and he also fully mastered several spells required by miracle. In theory, he is also qualified to cast miracle.

But he has never cast a miracle in prison.

Not successful once!

If you say that you use your feet to urge spell in prison, it’s equivalent to pick your nostrils with your feet. Although it’s a bit difficult, just practice more;

Then cast miracle in prison, just equivalent to Make up yourself with your feet! It must be made to look good, or it won’t be considered a miracle!

Ash is over now.

Igor looked at the heaven falls and earth rends on the deathmatch arena, and felt pity for Ash.

Varkas obviously came here for the murder. Under the crush of the miracle, Ash’s whole body is hard to think about. It’s hard to say whether you can find all the meat sauce from the rubble. The healers in the prison treatment room are basically Can't deal with such a serious injury, in the end Ash's body must be dealt with by the ogre.

This is the reality of Blood Moon Country. Under the tablecloth of "racial equality", "law first" and "harmonious coexistence", meat eaters still follow the cruelest weak are prey to the strong law.

Once the benefits are touched, even if you hide in Broken Lake Prison, you still have to be crushed to death with your fingers.

It's a pity, a very interesting man...

When the deathmatch ring heaven falls and earth rends sounded for a long time, someone finally couldn't sit still.

"Why isn't he dead yet?"

"Even if the miracle is weakened to less than 10% of the formidable power, it won't be impossible to kill a weak man who can't even hold the sword. Right?"

Yes, why is Ash still alive?   The condemned prisoners who had all their attention drawn by miracle, only then began to observe Ash in earnest.

There is no good land in the deathmatch arena. Facing the miracle of Varkas lifting the heavy as if it were light, Ash dodges from left to right like a hamster. Several times it was almost crushed into meat sauce.

But he hides every time! every time!    Although his movements seem to be battered and exhausted, in the eyes of this group of executed prisoners, the movements are becoming more and more neat and crisp, without a bit of physical energy wasted!

Even Ash's sword is getting more and more stable, and it can even block Varkas' slash!    It's almost like...

"It's like yesterday's death fight with the beautiful beast."

Someone murmured.

As the first victim, Igor naturally feels deeply about this. He was in the battle, watching Ash step by step getting stronger and better and better. He transformed from a greenhouse flower and grass that would not roll into a beast full of fighting instinct in just a few minutes.

Now, however, the second victim has appeared.

Ash, this beast, has actually learned the sword technique in battle! ?

This is a prison, not a genius training center, asshole!

But there are also many people who recalled Ash’s crimes in their hearts, linking Ash’s genius performance at this time to his origins.

"Four Pillar Gods..."

In the dim auditorium, Ronald hooked his boyfriend's neck, his eyes were fixed on the two on the deathmatch ring, his pupils flashed Past the weird light.

(End of this chapter)