Chapter 257: Royal Capital Mage
"Are they all a bunch of rubbish? How dare they call themselves the Mage Association?
I tell you, there will only be one Mage Association from now on, and that is the Royal Capital Mage Association. If you dare to continue to call yourselves the Mage Association, you will be killed without mercy!"
A middle-aged man said disdainfully, and a player mage in front of him turned into white light and disappeared.
"Damn it, he's a fourth-ring elite mage. What's the point of a fourth-ringer beating a third-ringer?"
A wizard said angrily, but his words aroused disdain from the middle-aged man.
"Humph, it's just the barking of a loser. If you are not as strong as others, you are not as strong as others. If you are a waste, you are a waste. I became a fourth-ring mage in three days. Do you really want me to stay in the third ring and wait for you?
Can you become a fourth-ring mage?"
The middleman's words instantly made the surrounding players furious. I don't know who shouted.
"What's the point of talking about martial arts ? Strength is everything, right? Weak people are weak, right?
Brothers, stand shoulder to shoulder! "
"So what if we come together? We are just a mob."
But as soon as he finished speaking, the mages around him who were looking at him coldly were connected together by spiritual links. Without making any sound, their subsequent movements instantly showed a terrifying degree of tacit understanding.
Dozens of mages instantly formed several groups. The Mage Association did not train a mage corps, and without training, they could not cast spells as a group, but this did not mean that they could not cooperate in combat.
"Dark Fireball!"
Boom boom boom!
The first batch of mages released dark fireballs, and more than a dozen fireballs directly blocked all the middle-aged man's dodging space.
The scorching temperature instantly made the middle-aged man's hair curl up. Looking at the powerful fireball technique, the man's face changed.
"Flash!"
The middle-aged man appeared two hundred meters away in an instant. Just when he thought everything was fine, he suddenly found a group of mages appeared on his side, sneering at him.
"Flash? Humph, I guessed it long ago. Dark Fireball!"
In an instant, more than a dozen dark fireballs enveloped him, completely blocking the space for him to dodge. This was a blockade, and even if he was a warrior, he could not escape.
The middleman looked at the dozen or so black fireballs in horror and put on several shields directly, but beads of sweat still appeared on his forehead, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
He understood that although he was a fourth-ring wizard, the only fourth-ring spell he had memorized was Flash, and the shield he had now was only a third-ring spell, which would definitely not be able to withstand so many third-ring spell explosions.
Although he was in a miserable state, he was not in despair, because he still had a trump card.
"Elder, save me!!"
"Humph, what a big scene! Dozens of mages beat up one of my disciples. You are a disgrace to mages. How can you have the face to be a mage? Do you still have the dignity and nobility of a mage?"
A voice suddenly sounded under the Mage Tower. Everyone turned their heads and saw a dozen people appear under the Mage Tower, as if they had always been there.
At the same time, a shield appeared on the middle-aged man's body.
The dark fireball exploded, and a big pit was eroded on the ground, but the middle-aged man under the shield was intact. He just fell into the pit in a mess and rolled a few times. However, the shield became dim and only a thin layer remained.
But he didn't care and looked at the mages with pride.
"No matter how many people there are, they are just a bunch of trash. I am standing here. Who of you can kill me?"
Many mages fell silent, did not speak, and silently contacted the elders and the president.
However, at the moment when the middle-aged man laughed, a figure appeared silently behind him.
The staff made of pure steel was raised and fell. The dim shield only lasted for a moment before it shattered. The upper end of the staff of pure steel fell on the middle-aged man's head.
puff!
There was the sound of a watermelon breaking, the middle-aged man’s smile was still there, but his head was gone.
Zhang Guangmo stood expressionlessly behind the middleman's body, wiping his staff on the middle-aged man's clothes.
"Who gave you the courage? You killed someone from the association in the association, do you expect to return alive?"
"Disciple!! You are looking for death!!!"
Zhang Guangmo raised his head and stood there with his staff.
"You are his master? I helped you educate him. You're welcome."
“Also, you are a mage, not a warrior. As a mage, you can be angry, but you need to stay calm at all times. Only a calm mage can fight.
Although I killed your apprentice, you should remain calm. After all, he is just an apprentice.
But you can't even do this. You have been as angry as a warrior for so long that you can't even calm down.
I don't think you are worthy of being a mage, so I suggest you change your job as soon as possible."
"Hahahaha, Elder is awesome!"
"My dear, even though your apprentice died, you still need to stay calm."
"Dear, I suggest you change your job as soon as possible!"
"Dear, you have to be obedient."
The mages next to them immediately became noisy, laughing and no longer looking nervous. They understood that so much time had passed, the president and the elders must have known about it, and the appearance of Zhang Guangmo directly proved this. If that was the case, then there was no need to be nervous under the mage tower.
At this moment, an elderly man with white hair among the dozen people was extremely angry.
"I kill you!"
In an instant, everyone noticed that the terrifying lightning element gathered to form a bolt of thunder, and the elemental fluctuations that erupted made people's scalps numb.
But Zhang Guangmo just stood there with his staff, motionless, looking at the man with a slightly mocking expression.
Silently, a blue water film appeared in front of Zhang Guangmo.
This terrifying single-target lightning spell exploded, and the lightning struck the water shield, but it only caused ripples on the surface of the water shield. Zhang Guangmo was intact behind it, and even looked at him with a mocking smile.
On the fifth floor of the Mage Tower, Mo Lan walked in the air, staring at the old man who was casting a spell, and shouted coldly.
"Who gave you the courage to attack people in the association?"
A rather thin middle-aged man in the crowd looked up at Mo Lan and spoke slowly.
"You are the legendary Earl Jingshui, right?
I am Zhuoila Barros, the vice president of the Royal Capital Mage Association, a six-ring mage. You can call me President Barros or Mage Barros.
I heard that you are also a fourth-ring mage? Young people are promising. If you are willing, you can come to our association to be a deacon, or after we take over the Red Maple City Mage Association, you can be the vice president of the association branch. "
Mo Lan didn't even look at him, but stared directly at the old man who had just taken action.
"You are just a five-ring mage. Now that you have taken action, you can die."
"Mo Lan, I respect you as the Earl of Jingshui. Although you stole the mage's job transfer method, I am willing to spare your life because you are young and ignorant. But you must be shameless!"
Mo Lan didn't even look at him. A bolt of lightning formed directly on the top of the magic tower, flashing white light, and struck down in an instant!
