Even the most picky of critics had to admit that the magic inheritance of elven mages was unique in the entire magic world.
Thousands of years of polishing and tens of thousands of years of inheritance meant that magic was no longer just a simple technique in the hands of elven mages. As the source of magic and the magic teachers of many intelligent species, elven mages had accumulated a great deal of knowledge over the years … Simply speaking, they had a great number of spell slots and types.
A large number of spell types that could cope with all kinds of harsh battlefield requirements was the biggest confidence of a spellcaster.
It was also because of this that elven mages of the same rank would faintly look down on human mages of the same rank. This kind of arrogance was probably similar to a top student from a famous class looking down on unorthodox mages who only had two or three trump cards.
And now, Gabres was showing the proof of an elven mage's arrogance.
“en，ra，ta。”
Three simple rune syllables were enough to trigger three spells that had been prepared beforehand.
The moment after the referee announced the start of the battle, flames lit up the arena in an instant.
The area within a radius of several hundred meters was covered by a sea of fire, but the next moment, it returned to calm.
The flames disappeared as soon as they appeared, as if they had never existed before.
If it weren't for Morton, who was vigilant under the dark green magic shield, and the sparks on the shield, the audience would have thought it was an illusion.
"Wow! What's that? Amazing! "
"Instant cast of a high-level spell? As expected of an elven great mage. "
The spectators were always the most realistic. They wouldn't think about troublesome things like who was strong and who was weak. As long as the scene was exciting enough, explosive enough, and eye-catching enough, they wouldn't be stingy with giving the most gorgeous praise to any performer.
What else could be more eye-catching than this moment of sparks?
Perhaps before the start of the match, the audience was full of sympathy for Morton, the underdog, and full of concern for him as the avenger. But when it came to the stage of life and death, they only cared about whose performance was more magnificent and who was more likely to be the victor.
And at this time, Gabres was acting more like a powerhouse.
The flame-colored red great mage robe was quietly burning. That was the effect of the high-level spell Flame Wing Robe, a sixth-circle elemental spell. The great mage in this state had the characteristics of partial elementalization of his body, which could greatly reduce physical damage.
Above his head, three orange-red fireballs floated. They were arranged in a triangular formation and glowed silently.
Rorschach had also used this method to practice his magic control for a period of time, but this posture was completely different from the one he was in back then.
"Seven-circle Energy Evoking Spell, Scorching Sun's Choice, is a secret elven technique. It's a treasure that isn't in the spell library."
Although the Clothes of Fire Wings could be considered an elven magic spell, it had long since been introduced to human society. Although the original version of the spell still hadn't been deciphered, the theory behind the spell had been analyzed, and there were countless upgraded versions, downgraded versions, duplicated versions, modified versions, and even more modified versions. There were no longer any modified versions, such as "I'm Just Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping My Hands Off", "Chopping
But Lie Yan's choice was another matter altogether.
Although Flame Cloak was already considered a high-level spell that ordinary Tier 5 Mages could not master, Flame's Choice was indeed a Tier 7 Mage who specialized in shaping energy.
It could create an unstable fire elemental sphere that would explode every once in a while, burning all targets within its range.
It was obvious that the sea of fire attack that had swept through the audience just now was caused by it.
And such an attack would continue to occur until the magic power of the fire elemental sphere was exhausted, and the spellcaster wouldn't want to be distracted by controlling it.
In other words, his opponent had to be careful of the sudden eruption of the ring of fire while facing the threat of the mage's body. The actual combat value was quite high.
This was a rather powerful high-level spell that involved a lot of knowledge. To control the stability of the sphere, to control the range and time of the explosion, to control the direction of the explosion to avoid the spellcaster himself, to control the continuous output of magic power … The difficulty was extremely high, so high that human mages were too lazy to crack and copy it.
Delicate, elegant, and involved a lot of unpopular knowledge, a typical elven spell … There were too few people who could use it, and it was a spell that people could only learn every few decades.
But from this spell, it could be seen that the direction of high-level shaping was not simply to emphasize the amount of magic power, but … control.
Evocation was the ability to shape and control energy. Although evocation magic had always been jokingly referred to as the Fireball Magic, low-level evocation mages could only create fireballs and throw them out. High-level evocation magic, on the other hand, pursued the ability to obtain sufficient effects with just a bit of mana. It was even possible to achieve ten times or a hundred times the effect with little effort.
With just a few runes, two or three high-level spells were activated. Even if they were prepared and the consumption was not low, the elven mage's advantage in traditional magic was still not to be underestimated.
At this time, the elven mage stood there calmly, looking at his opponent, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.
"… Charged Elemental Shield Badge, worth twelve thousand gold coins, one-time item, can withstand one elemental attack below Tier 6 energy level, purchased from the Gray-Blue Magic Shop in District 17, purchased four days ago at six o 'clock in the evening."
In an instant, Morden's face changed.
Not only did the opponent say the one-time item he used to save his life, but he also said the time and place of purchase, which undoubtedly meant that the information on his side had been leaked.
It was nothing if the information on the items that had already been used was leaked, but did this mean that the information on the other materials purchased had been grasped by the other party, and they had made targeted arrangements?
Or, even more overboard, the leaked information was not only about the purchase of materials, but also a few trump cards prepared beforehand … Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from Morden's forehead, and Morden became more and more nervous.
Not only him, but Rorschach off the field also frowned.
"It seems that a lot of information has been leaked …"
Rorschach was already very careful. Not only did he travel a long way when purchasing materials, but he also bought them in batches in different areas, and he also used middlemen, anonymous purchases, and other means.
But now it seemed that the other party had a complete advantage in the preparation of information beforehand.
Obviously, this should also be a one-time "Scorching Sun's Choice", which was a targeted arrangement made by the other party.
Most elemental protective equipment either limited the number of times of defense, or limited the upper limit of defense, and most of them lasted for a very short time and needed to be manually activated.
Then, a Scorching Sun Ball with slightly reduced power but continuous attacks could easily force out most of the elemental protective equipment in Morden's hands.
However, Rorschach, as a bystander, was not nervous, and Morden's expression calmed down again after being nervous.
So what if the other party knew about his purchases of materials, the real trump cards and battle preparations were all made by his own side.
But seeing Morden's expression, the elven mage laughed.
"You're relying on the exploration gains in the research area of that lord? But how can you believe in the professionalism of those mercenaries? "
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