Chapter 41

Chapter 41

My Empire Chapter 41

2020-11-03

Chapter 41 41 Between the wins and losses

It is still the aloof and remote, as if in the magic tower that despise all living beings, an apprentice magician is whispering to his friend, his voice is not too loud, rustling in the empty magic tower.

"Is the big magician crazy... I heard that recently he is often exposed to some strange things in the mortal empire... Even the time for meditation has been reduced." Leaning on his companion's ear, he said Speaking of strange things I've heard recently.

This magic tower is the royal magic tower of archmage Frenzberg, and everything in it belongs to him alone. Here he is the uncrowned king, so he can act wilfully here too.

However, a strong magician needs the support of meditation cultivation. If he is addicted to other things and forgets to improve himself, he is likely to be surpassed by other magicians and lose his position.

Recently, the magician of Franzberg seems to be a little too unprofessional. He frequently engages in strange things, even to the point of neglect sleep and forget about food.

He's even given his apprentices a lot less time for those weird things from the mortal empire. Therefore, most of the apprentice magicians began to be dissatisfied with Frenzberg, after all, they did not want to waste time and wasting their precious lives here.

"Shh! Don't mention it! I heard that the special envoy of the Arrant Empire sent a strange iron bag yesterday... Two Senior Brothers went to persuade them, but were fired by the teacher..." Another When the young apprentice talked about this matter, there was panic on his face.

He still vividly remembers the scene of the two apprentices being kicked out of the magic tower that day. It was really a terrifying thing.

If you can't learn anything, you can mix some basic magic skills back. If you get fired, it will be a bad major event. Although you can transfer to other big magicians, in general Next, this kind of "Second Entering the Palace" person is not as popular as the author of the Second Entering Palace.

"Don't tell me, after seeing that iron lump, the big magician has been shutting himself in the room and didn't eat breakfast today... If it goes on like this, the Franzberg archmage will I'm going to lose his current status." The apprentice who spoke first shook his head and sighed.

Another person followed nodded, agreeing with his statement: "Isn't it, crazy, it seems that our magic tower will change its owner sooner or later! when the time comes What can we do?"

"I don't know what we're doing, but I heard that I blew up my windows yesterday. It hasn't been repaired yet."

" Don't say it, don't say it, the room is full of mortal empire stuff, and everyone is sluggish..."

Just when the two of them were leaning against the corner discussing spiritedly, The door of the mage tower was roughly pushed open from the outside. A fat magician with a full beard walked into the magic tower with his chin raised and splayed into the magic tower, startling all the apprentice magicians who were cultivating and cleaning.

"Leyson great magician...how did he come? I heard that he and the teacher didn't get along very well, they have always been the deadly enemies in the Magic Council..." An apprentice who knew the visitor complexion greatly changed, look Looking at the big magician who walked in, his calf trembled with fright.

Hearing his words, other people's expressions also changed, and some people even stepped back subconsciously. They knew that today's incident was no joke.

Breaking into other great magician's magic towers without invitation, until now, is regarded as a rude act to challenge each other. Looking at today's posture, the magician of Leysin who came to look for something is obviously prepared. He has not meditated much recently, and the magician of Frenzberg, who has not accumulated much magical aura, must eat a lot at this time. 's loss.

Following behind the great magician of Lysin, there are several apprentice magician of Lysin, who are dressed in ornate white robes. At first glance, it is the most popular students under Leyson. They came this time aggressively and definitely came well prepared.

"Not good! Not good!" An apprentice magician in a mage tower was so frightened that he ran up the revolving steps, shouting loudly, wanting to give those apprentice magicians above the stairs and his own teacher.

Lesson didn't care about this at all. He was prepared for everything today, and he was ready to kill Frenzberg when he was at his weakest. .

He followed the apprentice magicians who were running up the spiral staircase, walking up the steps at a moderate pace, brewing for a while in the heart a contest between the two: his magical aura reserve was greater than that of him. The opponent is twice as many, and the magic level of the two is about the same - when the time comes a duel is a one-sided situation.

Lesson, who felt happier the more he thought about it, seemed to have seen his proud expression stepping on Frenzberg's body. The two people have been open strife and veiled struggle in the Magic Council for so long, isn't it just to wait for today's opportunity to have a showdown?

Originally, he thought that he was fifteen years younger than Frenzberg, and when Frenzberg was older, he would eventually reveal some weak spot because of his lack of physical strength. But he absolutely did not expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

In the room, Frenzberg, who heard the noise outside, still stared at the huge iron lump in front of him. This cannon was sent by the Arrant Empire, and because it was claimed to be a new invention of Alanhill, it was intercepted by Frenzberg for "study for a few days".

Touching the cold and heavy iron wall with his hands, feeling this heavy and stocky feeling without breath and rhythm, Frenzberg felt that a door was slowly opened in front of him. .

Until now, he was pursuing his own limits, but he always felt that there was an impenetrable wall in front of him, but now, that wall seemed to be fragile, at least, he felt that he I'm not who I was yesterday.

The windows were shattered and shattered by artillery shells. There was only a wretched window frame, hanging crookedly on a fold, looking comical and dilapidated. A cold wind blew into the room, waving slightly with Franzberg's white beard.

"This is really an exciting creation..." In his mutter incantations, he spoke highly of the thing in front of him: "Alanhill...are you my last answer? Interesting! Interesting! !"

"Unexpectedly! What I've been pursuing all my life is not in the west, but in the mortal kingdom in the east... Those ants... No, they can't be called ants now, they are not ants , is worthy of attention... of... mortals!" He whispered, with a smile on his face, ignoring the clamor that was getting closer and closer.

"I knew that, compared to the surge of magic, wisdom is the most precious wealth of human beings! If I could see these things thirty years ago, it would be great." His His hand stopped on the muzzle of the cast gun, stroking its smooth surface.

"Clang Dang!" His door was pushed open from the outside, and apprentice William, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, fell backwards into the room and rolled to Frenzberg's feet. Almost at the same time, a rude voice sounded, which made Franzberg very disgusted: "hahahaha! Franzberg! I can't think of you today."

"Yeah! I can't think of it." I can also have today." Frenzberg's subconsciously nodded, is still reminiscing about the insights that all these mortals have brought him.

"I'm Laysin! Today I'm here to challenge you!" Laysin's big magician raised his hands, and both palms were filled with fiery Fireballs, which set off his bearded face. Eerie.

Apprentice William wanted to struggle to stand up, but because the magical aura in his body was pulling his internal organs, he fell back to the fallen position, unable to even speak.

Frenzberg looked at the two Fireball Techniques on Leyson's palm, and nodded praised: "It's really hard work to be able to sing two Fireball Techniques at the same time."

"Since you have already praised it, then please, go to hell!" The smug look on Leyson's face was even stronger, his voice had become sharp, and he shouted loudly: "Double Fireball Technique!"

"Huh!" Of course, Frenzberg didn't intend to sit still. The air around him began to condense and condense, curling over his left hand, while his right hand grabbed a handful of shotguns from the box next to the iron cannon. Steel sand, placed in front of the left hand.

He had a confident smile on his face, as if the great magician of Leysin, whose magical aura was clearly visible, was not a threat to him at all.

Then, in the next second, the Wind Element magic exploded in the palm of his left hand, and the compressed air finally overwhelmed and heated up. And around the palm of his left hand, the air compressed by the wind magic formed an invisible cannon bore. The flame surged and expanded in this transparent barrel, instantly pushing out the iron sand on the palm of Frenzberg's right hand.

It seemed like a tiger squatting gun was firing at close range. The steel sand formed a bloody wind in front of Frenzberg, and the particles that flew out like steel needles were accelerated by the explosion. It has reached a state like a sharp blade, cutting all the obstacles on the road.

In just an instant, a super-large shotgun fired at close range, and Leyson, who was the target, and several of his apprentices, thoroughly experienced what it means to "fire with all arrows".

Before they could see what they were facing, the steel grit rushed into their flesh. The meridian who shattered them cut open their blood vessels, embedded in their spleen and stomach, and remained in their eyeballs.

The two Fireballs were blown out of shape by the passing steel sand halfway through, scattered ashes and dispersed smoke before hitting Franzberg.

(end of this chapter)