Chapter Fifty-Three: You are only worthy of being my opponent!

For a moment, the entire open space with a radius of 100 meters was reflected in golden red, and the flames reflected the faces of passers-by. Amidst the screams of passers-by, the figure laughed and walked away under their distant gaze. Pass.

The flames that seemed to extend forward endlessly seemed to be loyal slaves who surrendered to this person and were afraid of him. They circled around him and formed an oval-shaped hollow.

“[Wild Fire] from the vortex of chaotic elements!?” Old Ryan, the holy priest who happened to be passing by, immediately recognized the nature of this flame.

“This Lord Warlock is…” Viscount Cassina, who was riding in the same carriage with him, asked worriedly.

Old Ryan smiled bitterly: “If I’m not mistaken, he is Master Faora Sandro from the next province, a very famous master warlock. He once helped the lord defeat a giant ogre tribe that attempted to capture the city of Lausanne. And his status is recognized by His Majesty the King.”

It’s one thing to have the king’s approval, but it’s another thing whether other people are nervous.

Many of the city guards who had been assigned by Count Lamanchou to maintain order here gently held down the hilt of their swords even when they saw the opponent’s five-pointed star epaulette.

There is no such thing, because this person is a hybrid of human and demon. He can be called a half-demon, or more professionally, he can be called a [Tiefling].

Even though this adult has a typical human outline, he still looks like a humanoid monster bathed in flames.

He has a rather gelatinous face, with long horns on the top of his head. His skin is unusually bright red, his muscles are tightly knitted, and he has a burly body that is a bit taller than the average human height.

But the most eye-catching thing about him is the long pointed claws on his hands and his long red tail that is constantly twisting flexibly.

Regardless of his appearance or his perceived [Chaotic Neutral] alignment, Old Ryan felt quite unhappy. From a perceptual point of view, if there is just a slight shift in camp, Old Ryan will represent the God of Light and fight to the death with him.

However, Old Ryan knew very well that today’s protagonist was not him, but the light of La Manche – Downes Quixote!

Without fear, in front of hundreds or even thousands of people, Downs took a step and stood in the middle of the gate of the outer wall of the Mage Tower.

Tang Si raised his chin slightly, his eyes were like lightning, and his shouts with faint sound of wind and thunder spread throughout the countryside:

“Tell me your name! You rude fellow. This is the mage tower of Archmage Tesla, an extremely noble place of arcane magic. As an outer disciple of my master, I, Don Quixote, have the responsibility of guarding the gate. I will decide your punishment based on your answer!”

“Hmph! You inexperienced boy! You have no right to talk to me, let that bullshit Tesla come out! You accept a disciple in my territory without even giving me a bow. That uneducated master of yours is rude. That.” The flames lingering on the other party’s body suddenly became stronger, and the anger that reached the sky expanded outward again, causing passers-by to scream and retreat in panic.

At this moment, Count Lamanche, who happened to be patrolling in the east of the city, arrived with his men on horseback. Before he could get off his horse, he had already shouted: “Don’t go too far! Mr. Sandro! I see For Count Lausanne’s sake, I allow you to recruit disciples in my territory, but I have never promised you the exclusive right to recruit disciples!”

Count Lamancho stood so firmly on Downs’ side, which actually made a certain time traveler who already knew about this and was peeking at the screen feel relieved.

The bird is real! It’s useless if a lord doesn’t even protect his own children.

While Ren was thinking this, he didn’t know that Count Lamancho’s greatest confidence happened to be him, the legendary archmage who lived in seclusion in the Fulong Mountains.

The earl had completely forgotten the dark history of having a good time with the other party. At this time, his only thought was: a master warlock is nothing, who the hell will give you the courage to touch a legendary mage? I am not familiar with him! So unfamiliar! Don’t talk about the future,

Don’t contact me now, I’m afraid my scandalous vassal’s master will misunderstand me. That’s why people from the lawful camp hate guys from the chaotic camp. These [chaotic] ​​elements who don’t know what they will do in the next second really can’t use common sense to guess their thoughts.

To put it nicely, it means you can do whatever you want, but to say it badly, it means Xia Jiba is messing around.

Count Lamanche really wanted to cut open the convulsion sorcerer’s head to see what was inside.

No matter what, the atmosphere is enhanced by this.

Ren absolutely couldn’t pretend to be dead. If he could bear it when someone kicked his nose in his face, he might as well stay in the valley, raise a flock of ducks, and collect duck eggs every day.

“Haha!” A burst of laughter suddenly came from the world.

Although it was just a chuckle, the melon-eaters who gathered to watch the excitement felt as if the whole atmosphere was vibrating.

At the top of this four-story spindle-shaped mage tower, the white clouds in the sky suddenly gathered and turned into two translucent black eyes under the control of an extremely mysterious force.

Obviously, these are the eyes of the legendary Archmage Tesla, no, they are the incarnation of his eyes!

The blackness in his pupils seemed to be constantly spreading, flowing and rotating. If it had been anything else, one would have felt that this black color wanted to swallow up everything around it.

But this pair of eyes is different. They are clear, transparent, and carry the light that can peer into the deepest parts of other people’s hearts.

It makes people feel bright and comfortable at the same time.

They seem to want to bring all illusory knowledge and laws that are not understood by people into order.

As soon as these eyes appeared, the audience from far and near immediately saluted in unison.

The common people knelt down and worshiped directly, while those with high status bowed and saluted, and everyone in the audience was without exception.

This scene obviously made Faora Sandro very unhappy.

His voice suddenly became sharp, he raised his crimson claws and pointed his index finger at the eyes that Ren had transformed through [School Live Broadcast]: “What kind of legendary archmage are you pretending to be? In the past hundred years, I, Faao, have been liars like you. I’ve seen a lot of Lashandru today. I’m going to expose your true face of hypocrisy in front of everyone!”

“Haha!” Ren glanced at the other person with a look that cared for mentally retarded children. Then he stopped looking at the guy and turned to his disciple: “Downs, this devil kid can’t listen to people. You Just teach him what [physics] is.”

When Tang Si heard this, he was stunned for a very short time.

When he knew that the other party was a master warlock, he instinctively thought that the master would come out to help him this time. No matter how hard he thought, he wouldn’t know that if the fight really started without external force, his master would be worse than him.

But Tang Si’s shock did not last long, because he could clearly feel that the connection between the [Physics Network] and him suddenly strengthened – this meant that the master had opened up almost all the permissions of the [Physics Network] to him.

When the magic gate was fully opened and the magic flowing in the [Physical Network] surged into Tang Si’ body, but he was as obedient as a lamb in an instant, Tang Si couldn’t hide the surprise on his face.

It turns out that this is the feeling of power!

“Master has orders, and I must obey them.” Downs bowed in the direction of the transformed eyes, and then turned to face Sandro. This time, his eyes were like lightning in the physical sense, and the surging wind element It flickered in his eyes, bringing out a string of light like electric sparks, and the turbulent wind element made his clothes fly up as if they were blowing up. The sleeves and corners of his clothes automatically made a hunting sound without wind.

“Faora Sandru! You are only worthy of being my opponent!” Downs’ heroic voice boomed in the open space.

ps, according to the editing instructions, start entering the update mode.

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