Augustus Under the Horseshoe

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The Magic Academy of Panticapone, although not as magnificent as the two ivory towers of Rome and Constantinople. But there is also a certain foundation of magic teaching. Through the trade with the high elves, Painhurs obtained some transcripts of magic books, as well as copies of the experimental diaries of many wizards and sorcerers in the past, allowing him to delve into the secrets of arcane art.

Before, the Pale Warlock had been busy fighting civil wars and dealing with internal affairs. He had no intention of delving into arcane arts, the Battle of Weeping Rain, and even the endless flow of arcane blood, smashed more of the shackles of flesh and blood, allowing himself to comprehend more spells.

Now, Chief Bloodfury is finally free. He has used the experience accumulated by countless warlocks over the past century to replace some old spell slots with the magic copied on the scroll. By the way, I was reading an illusion book copied on sheepskin, thinking about a better way to use illusion.

According to the different bloodline inheritance, each warlock will have an extremely outstanding performance in a particular aspect. For example, above the Necromancer school, he has a unique advantage, and he can use some high-level spells that exceed the level limit. The proficiency level is far beyond that of the wizard of the elves.

Not long ago, I found some hapless goblins and used the latest six-ring necromancy: Aura of Horror. In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a new death star with a radius of about 30 feet, centered on itself, also exploded in an instant. Numerous gruesome and terrifying pale ghosts wrapped around him, dancing and circling while issuing orders. The horrifying death scream!

The goblins shrouded in pale ghosts foamed at the mouth in fright, one by one, fleeing in all directions, some even fainted.

Painhurs satisfactorily put away the halo of horror, and thousands of grievances slowly disappeared in the air. This thing is simply the ferocity of the dragon. Pair it with your own fear technique...

The Bloodfury Chief is very sure, if he, for the second time against Quintuchus’s Roman army, with these two spells, and hundreds of them wearing heavy armor, holding a halberd, and charging at full speed, the bloodthirsty and fearless man will be sure. Can pierce through the steel front that the enemy is proud of.

The pale white horse had considered it, and he would concentrate on studying the spells of the Necromancer and Illusion School in the future, and now it seems that these two schools have helped himself the most. Necromancers have bloodline bonuses, and illusions...After comprehending shadow spells, they also comprehend shadow shaping, which can absorb shadow energy and forge all spells within the third ring. And within the fourth ring, all the plastic energy spells.

Although, this is a ghost magic forged by drawing shadow energy. However, as long as one's own illusion skills are sufficiently proficient, the opponent can't detect it, and can still perform 100% of the effect. For a warlock who is known to be scarce in spells, it is a long drought and rain, which greatly enriches his own combat methods.

"call--"

The Bloodfury Chief drew shadow matter from the ghost plane, and created a burning fireball in the real universe: a group of terrifying dark flames, burning in the palm of a pale white horse.

"Too bad, unqualified, unqualified. Whose fireball technique is black? Your poor forgery skills, with a little bit of knowledge, can be seen through."

Henivale shook her head dissatisfiedly. Accompany your student and lover to train the latest spells.

"What about this?"

Painhurs learned his lesson and created a second group of terrifying flames that burned. Countless black and bright orange flames entangled with each other, looking very gorgeous.

"Fancy bells and whistles."

The drow sighed, and stretched out his delicate dark hand. The terrifying arcane energy gathered between her slender fingers and transformed into an orange-red hot flame.

"You at least have to fake the flames into normal colors, you fancy fire, you have fooled a simple-minded barbaric, but any apprentice mage with a brain can see that your two-colored flames are fake and shoddy. The product, at most, can only exert one-fifth of its power. Are you going to use a five-level spell slot to deal damage from a one-level spell? Huh?"

"Ok······"

Painhurs frowned in distress. When casting the spell, correct and change the appearance of the flame. The fireball of the third group of shadows burned again in the physical world-this time, the fireball showed a dim crimson color. Although it was still different from the ordinary flame, it was becoming more and more realistic.

"Not bad, it's getting better and better. Keep going."

Herniwell clapped her hands gently, encouraging the pale centaur.

There was a trace of sweat on the sideburns of the Bloodwrath Chief. The shadow energy was originally a dim and gloomy tone. It was not easy to change the color. He absorbed the energy of the shadow for the fourth time. This time, the color of the illusion flame was more vivid, bright, and more realistic.

"It's almost done, almost done, your progress is terribly fast, do it again!"

Hennival praised the speed of her students' progress.

"No, the spell slots are exhausted. Let's continue spell training tomorrow."

Painhurs shrugged helplessly. The arcane pond, which represents the five-ring spell, has long since dried up. Need to rest and supplement. The spells within the 4th ring have already been perfected for a long time. It seems that today's spell training is over.

Watching the battle, Christina, who was impatient for a long time, was like a rouge storm. Four slender and fit black horses kicked the ground and jumped directly between the two. The sharp two-handed giant sword, under the shining of the sun. , Shimmering with dangerous cold light.

"Come on, my love."

The rouge horse lightly kissed the corner of the great chief's mouth, and his twin pupils were as bright as rubies, smiling into two crescent moons.

"This time, I will be able to defeat you."

Painhurs waved his hand, and the left and right goblin slaves immediately carried two two-meter-long wooden sticks for the two. The top of the wooden stick is coated with a thick layer of black ash, as long as it hits the opponent, it will definitely leave traces that are difficult to scrub.

"Ha, don't speak big words. Yesterday in the pond, it took me a long time to wipe the dirt off your body." Christina said jokingly, rubbing the smooth wooden handle.

Painhurs looked dark. Melee is not very important to me, but I still have to practice. However, the rouge horse is too powerful, and its physical strength and combat skills are fully suppressed. Every time the warchief practices melee combat with her, he will be beaten with dust and dirt—then go to the artificial pond dug out by the goblins and bathe each other.

"Don't be so arrogant. These days, I have studied the understanding of illusion by the mages of the past generations of Panticapone. Maybe you will be planted in the gutter today, my love."

A mysterious smile appeared on Painhurs' pale and handsome face. Accompanied by a mysterious spell chant, it disappeared before Christina's eyes.

"It's still the old way. Run away invisibly, and then add a bunch of bonus magic to yourself. It's fancy. The old rule is that the person who hits ten gray marks loses first."

The wooden stick in Christina's hand was waved vigorously by her. Like a waterfall, the long **** hair hanging down to the waist, fluttering in the wind, makes the rouge horse look even more heroic.

"despair--"

Christina's small ears moved lightly. She keenly caught the sound of horseshoes trampling on the ground, and the long stick in her hand pierced a stern straight line in the air at lightning speed, but it pierced into a piece of air.

"Know that your ears work well, that is the sound simulated by the phantom sound technique."

Along with the distortion of the light, the pale white horse suddenly appeared behind the rouge fierce horse. The witchcraft crown on top of his head burst out with a dim pink light. The actions of the warchief immediately turned into a misty afterimage. The wooden stick in his hand, like a violent storm, lightly fell on the lover's buttocks, making three faint black marks.

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