The Wizarding World: Throne of Frost

This top apprentice of the Pale Dove is obviously best at wind magic.

He waved his hands rapidly, muttered something, and accompanied by a low and rapid spell, wind blades flashing with emerald green light emerged from thin air, and rushed towards Lucas like an arrow from a string.

However, it is regrettable that although this apprentice can summon these powerful wind blades so skillfully, his attack method seems quite clumsy.

He seems to only attack blindly, and does not know how to use any skills to enhance the effect of the attack or change the direction of the attack.

Such a disorderly attack method makes the number of wind blades he releases numerous, but only a few can really threaten Lucas.

In contrast, the top apprentices from the Crow's Nest Academy performed much better.

Even someone like Mark, an apprentice of the medicine, who usually has relatively few opportunities to participate in actual combat, can now bring the witchcraft he has mastered to its full potential.

He skillfully controls the power and speed of each witchcraft, and can always find the most tricky angle to accurately attack the target of his choice.

It can be seen that there is indeed a big gap between the white wizard apprentices in terms of the actual application of witchcraft.

They may have spent a lot of time and energy on learning theoretical knowledge, but due to the lack of enough real combat experience, they often appear at a loss when facing emergencies and cannot quickly make effective response strategies.

For this reason, when black wizards and white wizards of equal strength fight alone, the former usually have more advantages.

After all, the black wizards have long honed a set of effective combat skills and adaptability in the long-term cruel competition environment and frequent life-and-death contests. And these valuable experiences are exactly what many white wizard apprentices lack.

At present, in the one-on-one battle between top apprentices, the top black wizard apprentices of Crow's Nest still have a certain advantage.

It's just that the quality of the top apprentices of the Nine Rings Holy Tower is obviously higher than that of the ordinary white wizard apprentices, so the top apprentices of Crow's Nest do not have too obvious advantages.

However, Lucas is an exception.

At the beginning, Lucas faced the sharp winds cast by the top apprentices of the Pale Dove without any panic. He quickly concentrated his mind, chanted spells, and kept dancing with his hands.

In an instant, shadow balls emitting dark light appeared out of thin air and shot at those wind blades at a very fast speed.

These shadow balls seemed to have independent consciousness, hitting each wind blade accurately, and the two collided with each other with a dull sound, and the attack power of the wind blade was successfully offset.

However, as the battle continued, the top apprentices of the Pale Dove showed more and more skilled witchcraft skills. He was more and more comfortable in controlling his own magic power. Not only did he release more wind blades, but his speed and power were also greatly improved. In contrast, Lucas seemed a little overwhelmed.

He had just been promoted to the top apprentice. After all, it was not long before he was fully adapted to the power of this stage. Gradually, he began to fall behind.

At this moment, a unique ring on Lucas's right hand finger lit up.

The ring was made of pure silver, and a huge black gem was inlaid on the ring face, flashing a mysterious light. It turned out that this was the basic magic weapon that Renault had taken to sell - the shadow ring.

Lucas swung his arm violently, and a black shadow emerged from the ring, quickly condensing into an extremely solid shadow shield. When the wind blade hit the shield, it only sparked a burst of sparks, but could not break through its defense.

Seeing this, the wizard apprentice of the Pale Dove also knew that the wind blade could no longer cause harm to Lucas, so he immediately began to change his strategy and prepared to release his ultimate move.

He was mumbling something, and a series of complex and mysterious spells kept coming out of his mouth. As the spells sounded, the air around him seemed to become heavy.

Then, he took a deep breath, and his chest swelled up quickly like a balloon. The next moment, he exhaled all the breath without hesitation!

In an instant, a dark green and huge hurricane ball appeared in front of him.

This hurricane ball was like the eye of a giant beast from ancient times, exuding a palpitating breath and powerful energy fluctuations. It flew straight towards Lucas at an astonishing speed, and the air was torn apart wherever it passed, making a sharp whistling sound.

Facing this sudden attack, Lucas had no time to perform other more advanced witchcraft to deal with it.

At this moment, the only thing he could rely on was the shadow ring on his hand. So, he injected the endless magic power in his body into the ring frantically without hesitation.

As the magic power was poured in, the shadow shield of normal size began to expand rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped Lucas like a huge curtain, forming a dark shadow ball.

Just as the shadow ball was taking shape, the green hurricane ball had already hit it hard.

There was only a loud "boom" and it seemed as if the heaven and earth were shaking. Then, an extremely strong storm swept in instantly, tightly surrounding the entire shadow ball.

This storm was extremely fierce, and the strong wind contained in it was like countless sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting on the surface of the shadow ball. Every cut brought a string of sparks and made a harsh friction sound. For a time, light and shadow intertwined, the wind whistled, and the scene was thrilling and breathtaking.

In that terrible storm, the shadow ball was like a lone boat in the stormy waves, struggling to hold on.

As time went on, the light of the shadow ball gradually dimmed, and cracks began to appear on the surface. Finally, after a loud noise, the shadow ball could no longer withstand the destruction of the storm and shattered!

Without the protection of the shadow ball, Lucas was instantly swept into the core area of ​​the storm, and countless sharp wind blades pounced on him like a pack of hungry wolves.

These wind blades easily tore his clothes and skin, leaving deep and hideous wounds on his body, and blood gushed out like a spring, dyeing him into a bloody man.

When the raging hurricane ball gradually dissipated, the originally green grassland had become an empty space, as if it had been baptized by a huge disaster.

And Lucas lay quietly on this empty land with blood all over his body, like a lifeless corpse. Although he was still conscious, his body could not obey the command of his brain because of his severe injuries.

Lucas used all his strength to struggle to stand up, but every attempt would only cause the wounds on his body to feel a piercing pain, making him groan in pain. In desperation, he could only give up resistance and let himself collapse on the ground like a rag doll, waiting for the judgment of fate.