Chapter 419

After Dalamar issued the challenge, look around the hall.

There is a protective magic circle inside the tower. With the strength of himself and Raistlin, it is impossible to cause much damage, but it may alarm the teacher and leave a bad impression, so he said: "Let's go to the magic training room."

"No, it's here, anyway, it will end soon." Raistlin said lightly, "If you can't even control your own magic damage, then I'm very disappointed."

His voice didn't fluctuate at all, but what he said made everyone present feel boundless arrogance, which seemed to be taken for granted.

Madara's expression froze again, and then she couldn't believe that she was actually looked down upon by others!

Even in the kingdom of elves, no clansman dared to underestimate him. He never thought that a human being of unknown origin would dare to speak such nonsense.

Dalamar sneered, "It's time to learn from Your Excellency."

Raistlin walked to the middle of the hall and stood ten paces away from Dalamar.

The atmosphere became tense, and the other four students retreated to the edge of the hall and looked at each other. They knew Dalamar's strength very well, but they knew nothing about Raistlin, so they didn't quite believe that Raistlin could win The genius among the high elves.

Polaris smiled, "I'll be the referee."

The wizards of the Floating Void City often have duels, both for exchanges and discussions, and for personal enmity. Over the years, a set of duel rules has been formed.

Both Raistlin and Dalamar recognized her.

Polaris took two steps forward to confirm that the two were ready, and raised her hand to release a simple trick. A ball of red light flew out from between her fingers, hanging at the midpoint between the two, and condensed into a talisman. Alphanumeric countdown from five seconds.

The red light was beating, and the number exploded from one to zero in an instant.

boom!

This soft sound means that the duel has begun.

Dalamar had already locked on to Raistlin, casting the first spell almost as soon as the red light exploded.

He is proficient in shadow spells. He is currently a third-level mage. He has mastered more than twenty spells. Although he only has the first and second rings, he has devoted a lot of time and energy to research, giving full play to his talent in casting spells, and has mastered several of them. Extremely high realm, forming its own fighting style.

During the surge of mana, the spell was cast instantly.

But not the most commonly used shield for spellcasters in combat.

"Too risky!"

Polaris and others thought that the caster's body was fragile, and under normal circumstances, the first spell cast was always a shield to ensure their own safety.

Attacking the enemy without opening the shield can get the upper hand, but it is too aggressive.

A spellcaster without a shield is tantamount to running naked. This is a lesson summed up by countless mages and wizards with their lives.

In the next moment, everyone saw a black mist with a radius of about three meters emerging out of thin air, with Raistlin as the center, enveloping him.

Second ring black mist technique!

From the perspective of others, the black mist is not thick, and the target figure inside can be seen clearly, but in the eyes of the subject, the whole world is darkened, the effect is the same as that of the blinding technique, and this layer of black mist will disappear with time. Moving with the target, it is difficult to get rid of.

Beginning spellcasters are still unable to master displacement spells, and there is no effective solution to the negative effects of such range spells.

Generally, you can only stretch the protection, carry it until the end of the black mist spell, and become a target for the duration of the spell.

In the past, Dalamar had almost no opponents among spellcasters of the same level with the instant black mist technique, and he could easily win.

He observed for a while, Raistlin remained motionless in the black mist, but simply stretched out a layer of rainbow-like vector shield.

There is nothing surprising in this way of coping, just like other opponents.

Dalamar was not careless, and opened the shadow shield for himself first.

At the same time, he began to run in small, noiseless strides, keeping the distance so that Raistlin would not notice his change of position, and began to cast the third spell.

A dark green arrow of strong acid formed in his hand.

And Raistlin was still standing there, his eyes were out of focus, it seemed that his vision was completely blocked by the black mist technique, and he couldn't see anything.

After half a breath, Dalamar's spell was completed.

The corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly. This acid arrow has reached the second level, and it is the strongest spell he has mastered. Even the vector shield with the best protective effect, once hit, the corrosive acid will cover the shield. The shield can be broken in a few seconds, and with one or two spells added, the chances of winning are in your hands.

"With such a loud tone, it turns out that he is just a mediocre and arrogant guy. I don't know what the teacher likes about him?"

Dalamar thought to himself, throwing the arrow of acid.

However, the moment the spell was completed, it was suddenly interrupted by a faint wave, the dark green acid dissipated, and then backlashed into the brain, the mana was shaken, and the soul was also violently impacted.

Dalamar staggered, his face turned pale.

"Counterspell."

Spyrohawk made a sound of surprise.

Dalamar, who had a splitting headache, also reacted. He knew the power and difficulty of countering spells. Raistlin was in the black mist, so he not only found himself accurately, but also seized the opportunity to counterattack.

This move alone is enough to show Raistlin's superb spellcasting skills.

But what happened next was completely beyond everyone's imagination. Raistlin raised his hand in the black mist, and the light flickered between his fingers.

Four fusiform arcane missiles burst out.

The purple missile was about as long as a finger, pointed at both ends, thick in the middle, and extremely fast. It flew out of the black mist, dragged a long trajectory like a silk thread, and shot towards Dalamar from different directions.

The first batch of four missiles had just flown out, and the second batch of missiles appeared immediately after.

Shhhhhhh...

The missile made a sharp and piercing howl.

Raistlin pointed at Dalamar, and the light bloomed round after round, each round was four arcane missiles, and five spellcastings were completed in just two breaths, each time was instant.

A total of twenty arcane missiles flew in mid-air at high speed.

And the casting continues.

When the third round of missiles was generated, the four missiles of the first round had just shot in front of Darama. The high elves were unable to fight back and dodge due to the backlash of their spells, and watched the missiles hit their own shields.

The missile hit the shield, making a loud bang bang.

The translucent shield vibrated, and the surface was like ripples on the surface of the water. Before it calmed down, four more missiles arrived and continued to bombard.

Fierce explosions formed a series, and Dalamar was beaten back, completely powerless to fight back.

"this……"

Polaris and the others were dumbfounded.

Arcane Missiles is a very common low-level spell. It can create three missiles at the first level, and it can be cast quickly, but its power is not outstanding. Three missiles are difficult to control. As long as the opponent is prepared, it is difficult to pose a threat.

Raistlin has four arcane missiles, which means at least the second ring.

But what shocked everyone was his casting speed. Not only could he cast spells instantly, but he could also cast spells continuously without any pause or gap. Every missile flew out of its own trajectory, and the missiles flew all over the sky, almost drowning Dalamar up!

The fluctuation of the shadow shield became more and more violent.

Dalamar finally recovered from the backlash, and immediately blessed himself with a blur technique, hiding himself in a layer of blurred phantom, trying to get rid of the missile bombardment.

bang bang bang...

To his surprise, the missiles still hit him after penetrating through the phantom, and none of them were missed.

"Blur has no effect."

Dalamar looked at Raistlin who was still in the black mist in horror, and finally realized that Raistlin must possess some kind of extremely powerful spell like the Eye of the Arcane.

But he woke up too late.

His shadow shield was extremely defensive, far surpassing spellcasters of the same level, but it also had a limit. After being bombarded by nearly thirty missiles, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed like a bubble.

The next missile followed, hitting Dalamar.

A layer of elemental armor appeared on his body surface, but the armor mainly protects against energy damage. The defense effect against force field attacks such as missiles is not good. After two bangs, the armor was penetrated .

Dalamar no longer had any protection, a missile pierced his abdomen, blood gushed out, and he fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

Raistlin had stopped casting spells before that.

This happened to be the last arcane missile.

Dalamar on the ground had a face full of pain, but he gritted his teeth and did not make a sound. He stared at Raistlin after the black mist dissipated, his face full of unwillingness.

"Dalamar lost!"

The other students watching the battle were a little bit hard to accept such a result. It was conceivable that Dalamar would lose, but they couldn't believe that Raistlin won the victory with only one arcane missile.

Feeling sympathetic, Jenna raised her hand to perform "Level Hydrotherapy" to heal Dalamar's injuries.

"Wait, the battle is not over."

It was Garu, the orc wizard, who stopped Jenna with a voice, and his face showed doubts. Polaris also frowned, only Jenna and the inexperienced Spyrohawk didn't react.

At this time, Dalamar on the ground disappeared like a phantom.

"Stand-in illusion!"

Jenna was taken aback. She didn't realize when Dalamar cast this spell. She looked around and couldn't find where Dalamar's real body was hidden.

She looked at Raistlin immediately.

I saw that he was still expressionless, without the slightest surprise, obviously already aware of Dalamar's tricks.

At this time, a burst of energy fluctuations suddenly appeared.

The wizards present all had keen senses and immediately noticed the fluctuations. They suddenly found Dalamar emerging from the shadow behind Raistlin. The distance between the two was extremely close and within reach.

There is no shield outside Dalamar, but the spell has been completed.

His right palm became as black as ink, and black flames ignited. Polaris and Spyrohawk immediately recognized that it was the black flame hand of the second ring, which had extremely terrifying destructive power. The shield can almost be broken with one blow, and the black flame burns on the enemy's body and invades the soul at the same time.

Because it can only be used in melee range, few spellcasters will study the Hand of Black Flame.

But at this moment, it was an excellent opportunity for Dalamar to turn defeat into victory.

Counterspell is very powerful, but there are three ways to break it.

One is to cast the spell instantly, so that he has no time to counter it; the other is to increase the distance, so the range of the counter spell is relatively short;

Dalamar used the third method, getting behind Raistlin so that his spell would not be interrupted.

The students who watched the battle were all amazed.

Damara really lived up to her reputation. Facing Raistlin's Arcane Missile Storm, she came up with a countermeasure and executed it perfectly.

Once the shield was broken, with Raistlin's fragile body, Dalamar could knock him down without spells.

Snapped!

With a soft sound, Dalamar's black flame hand had already pressed on the vector shield. Under the erosion of the flames made of shadow energy, the rainbow light on the shield rippled, but it did not collapse as expected.

Not only did it not collapse, even the fluctuations were not very violent.

Dalamar's hand felt extremely hard. It seemed that his black flame hand had no effect at all, and he was just trying to penetrate a steel wall with his palm.

His face couldn't help being stunned.

Then, Raistlin turned his head and looked at himself.

Raistlin's eyes were calm and indifferent, and he blinked, and there was an indescribable message shooting out from the depths of his pupils.

In an instant, Dalamar was caught.

He seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, his mind was filled with boundless chaos, his consciousness was blank, his eyeballs were spinning wildly, bloodshot, his body stood still but trembled and twitched slightly, as if he was on the verge of losing control.

"What's up with him?"

Polaris and the others couldn't understand, they couldn't see Raistlin's gaze, they saw Darama suddenly stopped in front of Raistlin, and stopped attacking.

Naturally, Raistlin would not explain to others that this was the "delirium technique" that came with the clone of the Touch of Mysteries.

It has an effect similar to the "fear technique", which belongs to the transcendent element. It is cast through the eyes, but it is stronger and more difficult to defend against, but it will not scare the enemy and run around, like a walking dead without defense.

Under the puzzled gazes of Polaris and the others, Raistlin grabbed Dalamar's wrist and pressed it against Dalamar's chest.

The Hand of Black Flame is a continuous spell, which can last for a period of time after it is completed.

Dalamar, however, was still in delirium, ignorant of the pain. Amid the hissing sound, his pitch-black palm almost sank into the flesh, and a palm print was burned on his chest.

Until Raistlin let go, the delirium surgery just ended.

"ah……"

Dalamar's consciousness returned to his body, he let out a scream, and then fell to the ground.

The energy of the Black Flame Hand invaded his soul, and boundless pain flooded into his mind. The high elves had never experienced the ritual of soul transformation, and their ability to withstand pain was not as good as that of wizards. After rolling a few times on the ground, they gradually remembered that they were still alive Fight people.

He endured the pain to stop rolling, and lay face up, and found that everyone was looking at him with complicated eyes.

Raistlin stood a few steps away, looking down at him.

"Spellcasting skills are good, and the response to battle is quick, but I'm still far away from challenging me." Raistlin glanced at the handprint on Dalamar's chest, "Pain is the best lesson, it can make you remember it more deeply , welcome revenge at any time."

With that, Raistlin turned and went into his room.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared behind the door that Dalamar sat up, his brow already wet with cold sweat from the pain.

Polaris and the others walked over, everyone had lingering fear on their faces.

Dalamar's strength is obvious to all. In the past few years, he has hardly encountered any opponent in the floating city of Wezeland. will be worse.

Spyrohawk looked in awe, "No wonder the teacher was the first to call out Raistlin's name!"

Garu also nodded in sympathy.

"He hasn't moved." Polaris said suddenly.

"What?" Sparrowhawk didn't understand for a moment, until he thought for a few seconds before he realized that what Polaris meant was that Raistlin stood in place from the beginning to the end of this battle, without moving a step. .

This detail immediately made everyone fall into silence.

Dalamar was even more aware of the gap between himself and Raistlin. This kind of psychological pain was more difficult for him to accept than physical pain.

Polaris couldn't help asking curiously: "Dalamar, how did he control you just now?"

The high elf didn't like to sit on the ground and be watched by people, so he stood up slowly, without saying a word, and unwilling to answer Polaris' question.

"Let me help you heal."

Jenna cast hydrotherapy on Dalamar, the pain eased, and the palm prints on her chest were also healing, but the traces of the flames could not be completely removed, which looked terrifying.

After she tried it a few times, she shook her head and said, "The erosive power of the Black Flame Hand is too strong, you'd better go to the teacher immediately, otherwise you will suffer from sequelae and suffer endless torture."

Dalamar took out the badge and was about to open the portal, but he hesitated.

He remembered Raistlin's words, and said in a low voice: "No need, pain will become my best friend and motivate me to move forward. I will keep this handprint until the day I defeat him."

Dalamar restored the pride of the elves.

He bowed gracefully to the crowd, staggered a little and opened the door of his room to enter, leaving the four of Polaris looking at each other.