The field was in a state of anxiety as the two mages fought like gangsters.
On the stage, Erwin's face was getting uglier and uglier. The eyes of the surrounding onlookers were like needles. He could feel that his enemies, the mortals he used to despise, were all talking behind his back … In fact, no one cared about him at all. Everyone was staring at the contestants below. Who would be bored enough to look at a "spectator?"
"Useless idiot, you actually dared to embarrass me in front of so many people! You spoke so confidently before, but you're like a mud dog when you fight, and that … bastard. "
The elven great mage's expression didn't change at all, but looking at his opponent on the platform not far away, he was full of resentment and disdain.
A mixed-blood bastard, not only did he cause the higher-ups of the Elf Empire to feel uneasy, he even ran to the Magic Sanctuary where his heart belongs and attempted to use his filthy hands to humiliate this noble and mysterious land. And now, now … he was actually pointing his middle finger at me!
"Boom!"
With the sound of an explosion in the stands, the great mage really exploded, in the physical sense.
And on this side of the stands, Seviala was a little surprised.
"What did you do? Why did he suddenly explode? "
"I didn't do anything, I just said hello, but the things in those elves' heads … Hehe, they're all the same."
What were the elves thinking? Of course, Roxia knew what was going on.
Could a single Morden have so much weight? To make such a big thing, an eighth-grade great mage was willing to throw away his face to bully the weak, and even summoned a fifth-grade mage apprentice from thousands of miles away?
Rorschach could figure out their routine even if he thought with his knees.
The ulterior motive wasn't in the wine, nothing more than wanting to drag him down with Morden.
They even specifically found a fifth-grade nature mage like himself, the most difficult pure fire mage for him to deal with. It really was hard on him.
They probably planned to beat Morden up first, and then use his life/foul language/provocation to force him into the arena. It was normal for accidents to happen in a duel between mages of the same grade. If they accidentally killed him, it would naturally be as they wished.
As for whether Gabres, who did it, would have any trouble? Rorschach felt that Erwin didn't intend to let this apprentice have a chance to live at all.
A scapegoat. Naturally, it was better to be a dead person who didn't know how to push the blame to others.
This was not a guess, but something that Rorschach had already seen …
"Morton, high-energy impact in 30 seconds. Estimated energy intensity … Ninth Ring. It should be a high-temperature spell. Thank goodness. "
Rorschach narrowed his eyes. The burning scroll in front of Gabres' chest was probably the trump card his mentor gave him. From the way it activated itself, Erwin was really ruthless.
A Ninth-Circle spell wasn't a measurable amount of magic energy. Instead, it was the highest tier spell slot that Mages had agreed upon.
The circle of spells was very detailed at the lower levels because it was convenient to study and research. However, after reaching a certain level, spellcasters would have their own path of specialization. Learning other people's top-level spells could only be used as a reference and could not be used in most cases.
Due to the lack of replicable transmission, the types of spells, their effects, and the amount of energy they affected were also very different. Forcibly categorizing them was difficult and meaningless. Mages also hid their own spells like treasures. Most of the higher-level spells were just casually labeled as Ninth Ring.
If they really wanted to spread the knowledge, they would also indicate what type of basic magic specialization was required, and which areas of research they had a foundation in. They wouldn't just simply mention the strength of their mana … For archmages, mana was no longer a problem, especially after mana pools were popularized and miniaturized.
Generally speaking, when a Ninth-Circle spell was said to have exceeded the normal limit of power. It was basically the patent of the Great Mages.
Erwin himself was only an eighth-grade Mage. Barely reaching the Ninth Ring was also stepping on his personal limit. Although Rorschach didn't know how he turned this kind of magic scroll into a single-use spell, it didn't stop him from retreating far away while informing the unlucky Morton that he was in big trouble.
Hearing Rorschach say that the opponent had activated a Ninth-Circle spell, Morton immediately retreated in fear, but it was too late.
"Boom!"
Huge sparks ignited in mid-air, and the ground of the entire arena boiled with it. If it weren't for the fact that this arena, which was the face of the Mage Country, had been repeatedly reinforced by the Great Mages, this kind of powerful spell would have been able to create an artificial earthquake.
The sparks came and went quickly.
"Ahhh, it's really amazing. Contestant Gablereth couldn't stand the humiliation and chose to self-destruct. That blow just now exceeded the current limit of magic. It was at least a Ninth-Circle Evocation Spell! "
The fireworks dissipated, leaving behind a half-kneeling Morton.
He gasped for breath. His robe and everything else had been burned clean, but there wasn't a single scar on his robust body that made many spectators whistle. It was just that his hair and eyebrows were all gone, and his whole head looked like a braised egg that had just come out of the pot.
"It's really ….............. So in order to conform to Gablereth's' persona ', the final trump card of' mutual destruction 'was also a high-temperature Evocation Spell? Fortunately … "
Rorschach was also a little scared. If he really went down and took that hit, the problem wouldn't be solved by just turning into a braised egg.
He looked up at the stands over there, and as expected, Erwin had disappeared without a trace.
If he ended up being killed, he might very well disappear from this star system very quickly.
But what surprised Rorschach a little was that not far from Morton, a charred limb was still faintly struggling, although the lower half of the body was gone.
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