Chapter 134 Battle of the Holy Tower! test!
Finally, the two old men finished chatting and seemed to remember that there was a student standing beside them, so they called Sis over.
Milson looked at him with a look of disgust, then turned to Orlando and said: "Is this your disciple? Why don't I see any trace of you? Could it be that you, the old man, didn't teach me well?"
Orlando chuckled and said, "You're really right. I haven't really taught my disciple much. To be specific, he has already become a magician before I even teach him. As you know, at this stage, he has become a magician." , the world view has been determined, his own path has also been determined, and this kid has great ideas, so I just let it go."
Milson did not refute, just said lightly: "Let him register for the competition tomorrow, anyway, Saint The city is absolutely safe, nothing will happen.”
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Early the next morning, Sith put on his magic robe and walked out. The two old guys drank too much wine last night and were still asleep. Sith really couldn't praise the kind of wine in this world. From his modern perspective, could it be called wine? But these noble magicians still drank with gusto...
Forget it, don't think about it, Sith shook the fan in his hand and went onto the street, ready to take a tour of this holy city. Of course, in the end, There are two important things. One is to sign up for the competition, and the other is of course doing business. With such an unnatural existence as a copy machine, if you don't make money, you deserve to be poor!
As for magic firearms, Sith believes that now is not the time to sell them, because until now, these things have been handmade by themselves and cannot be mass-produced. Of course, they cannot be sold on a large scale.
After paying three low-grade magic stones and asking around with a magician on the street, Sith walked towards the Holy Tower, where he signed up to participate in the Holy Tower War.
The area here is too big, and flying is not allowed. Sith walked for a long time before finally seeing the registration place, just in front of the Holy Tower.
Walking to the door of the room marked with registration, Sis stretched out his finger and tapped it a few times.
"Why are you knocking? I already knew you. Come in quickly. It's so troublesome to sign up!" But an impatient voice sounded from inside.
Sis pushed the door open and walked in. There were two magicians sitting inside, one looked middle-aged, and the other looked like an old man, with his hair and beard completely white.
"You, release your magic on me first, remember, it must be your most powerful magic!" the old magician said carelessly, and pointed at his body.
Sis was stunned: "Now? Release it to the master?" I have never seen such a request. I have heard of asking others to pay back money, but I have never heard that you must let others hit you, and you must do it with all your strength. It’s not enough if you don’t try your best!
The white-bearded magician's eyes widened: "What's wrong? Just hit you if I ask you to. What are you talking about!"
Sith complained silently, and then began to think about his method of maximum attack power, the full power of the magic sniper rifle. One blow can reach an attack strength of 145 points. Although it is infinitely close to the 150-point attack limit of a first-level magician, it is still not enough.
Well, Sis thought about it and realized that he could only use scrolls. He only had two third-level scrolls now, which were given by the teacher, so he would use one first. Anyway, he would have to buy other third-level scrolls later.
Magicians can use scrolls beyond levels, but due to their own lack of strength, they cannot fully exert the power of the scrolls. The more levels they go up, the less the power of the scrolls can be used. In addition, it is very difficult to make the scrolls. The cost is high, so there are generally few first-level magicians who use third-level scrolls!
Even the magician from the Black Bone Tower back then only used a second-level scroll on Wolfe!
Just do it if you think of it, and the old man looked unhappy with his careless look. I don’t know if the other party can handle a weakened version of the third-level magic... With a flash of light, an
extremely delicate scroll appeared in Sith’s hand. Without the slightest hesitation, the Sith ripped it open!
Boom! ! !
There were bursts of dull sounds in the room, and a huge flaming sword appeared from the void, slashing towards the white-bearded magician opposite with unbridled power and heat. It was a third-level fire magic. ——Flaming knife!
"Level 3 magic scroll!!! You little bastard, do you want to kill me!" The white-bearded magician jumped up like a rabbit with an arrow in his butt, and yelled in the air without any grace!
As he spoke, he was not slow in his hands. A water elemental elf appeared while waving his hand, waving his huge fist to block the flame knife, but he also disappeared in a flash.
The white-bearded magician who was still in shock and the middle-aged magician who was also frowning looked at the Sith opposite in shock. No wonder the scroll in his hand looked familiar when it appeared. It turned out to be a third-level magic scroll. And the first-level guy opposite used it without any hesitation!
Doesn't he know this is just a test? As for spending so much money? The value of a third-level magic scroll with pure fire attacks on the market is immeasurable!
"Two masters, may I pass?" Sith looked at the two stunned magicians opposite and frowned, but still asked.
The two magicians nodded subconsciously. There was nothing they could do. They had thrown away at least 30,000 low-grade magic stones just now. Although they were of high levels, there was nothing they could do when they met a guy who didn't regard magic stones as magic stones. .
Sis nodded and was about to walk out, but was stopped again.
"Wait a minute, take this, and come here to participate in the competition in seven days." But the middle-aged magician finally remembered his mission, stopped Sith, and handed him a piece of magic engraved with strange patterns. Token.
Sis took the token and walked out. Seeing that it was still early, it didn't take long to sign up, so he went to the magic market here to buy and sell some things.
In the room, the white-bearded magician said with lingering fear: "Which family does that kid just come from? He throws level 3 magic scrolls when we meet, and he doesn't feel bad at all." The middle-aged magician glanced at Xi with disdain
. Si's back said: "The battle of the Holy Tower is not an ordinary joke. Does he really think that he can get far with just a few scrolls? In the end, he still has to rely on his own strength!" Of course Sisi will not hear what they say
. If you hear it, the Sith may say that a few scrolls are useless, but as for dozens or hundreds of scrolls, the power of machinery is beyond your understanding!
Importing raw materials, machining the finished products and then exporting them, there is a rare profit in the world between the entry and exit, and this is what Sisi is doing now... he continues to sit on the street with his fan waving, his goal is
Saint On the other side of the tower, it is the most prosperous place in the entire holy city, and it is also the place with the most shops of all kinds. Of course, it is also a good place for Sith to do business!
Although there are not many magic stones now, when Sith thought about the large number of first-level magic scrolls in his space ring, his waist suddenly straightened up. These are all magic stones. We are going to use magic stones to kill you all. genius!
Well, sweat it out, Wangqing can only do the fourth update today, it’s not about Kavin, but it takes some time to sort out this Holy Tower battle! It’s been for so long, it would be bad if the writing wasn’t exciting. Sorry everyone, the fifth update is gone. .
(End of chapter)