The mage who casts a spell attack again quickly stopped the clarity that should have disappeared in his crazy actions. He stood there with confusion on his face, quietly waiting for the next behavior of the eighth-level mage.

"You will never see him again in the future." After the eighth-level mage shook the staff in his hand gently, the male mage who had lost his body carried the mage with a dazed look. "When you see him again, I think you will be very satisfied with the punishment he received." After that, he floated in the air and left the mage.

The other mages did not once again ask the eighth-level mage to punish the male mage here, but left here in scattered ways. Even though this huge space did not cause any damage due to the mages' struggles.

After the eighth-level mage left here with the mage who had given up his body, the female mage who released the attack of spells here suddenly screamed. Her hands holding the staff tightly hugged her head and kept rolling on the ground. The mages who had not left here quickly noticed the huge spiritual fluctuations emitted by the female mage. They quickly understood that this was the eighth-level mage's punishment for the female mage.

Some female mages who were still here quickly hugged each other, and some famous female mages even quickly released several spells to calm their spirits. But no effect appeared. Fortunately, the female mage's scream did not last long, which made Shaoke, who was still standing aside, secretly relieved. He was very worried that the female mage in front of him would collapse mentally due to this pain.

With the help of several homosexual mages, the pale on his face disappeared after meditating for a while. Seeing this, Shaoke returned to his medicine pool, took out his clothes and returned to his room.

Of course, the mage who casts spells and attacks in the medicine pool space was punished as he deserved. When Shaoke was performing a mission, he met a mage with a dull face with no expression on his face in front of a portal, and Shaoke quickly recognized him.

The mage had already changed into a fourth-level robe, but he just stood there quietly with a transparent book and a pen and kept handing it to the mages entering and leaving here, allowing the pair to record the completion status of the task. Or he recorded it himself, and helped put those task tokens into the large box beside him. And explained something to some mages again and again.

In the days that followed, Shaoko kept learning spell knowledge, meditation, reading books, and repeating the dangerous tasks. He never left the underground death mages again, but he continued to communicate with the mages or doctors he had known before, and used this to understand the situation outside.

After Shaoke finished his second mission, he received a letter from the female mage Roman, who mentioned that she had successfully been promoted to a fourth-level mage and had begun to concentrate on studying alchemy knowledge. Of course, some of her longing for Shaoke were also mentioned, but it was just a subtle expression.

As time goes by, Shaoke has performed dozens of missions. Although there have been many dangerous situations during this period, Shaoke is still lucky to survive like some other mages. Of course, all this has something to do with the strength of each of them. At least Shaoke thinks so, after all, he has never seen mages with slow casting speed or weak magic power in the spell practice field. This also includes the mage who is different from most mages and loves to talk to people. Shaoke did not know that the other party died in that mission. He just had never seen that mage again after the third mission ended.

On that day, when Shaoke leaned alone on a huge bookshelf to read books, a team of black-robed mages appeared and attracted the attention of the mages to read here.

Looking at the mages wrapped in black cloaks, Shaoke suddenly felt that everything in front of him was so familiar. Shaoke, the mage who led the team, quickly recognized his identity. It was the mage who led them here. Shaoke now recognized his identity through the special signs on the other party. An eighth-level mage who has not yet transferred to his position.

Everything was so familiar. When the mage led the land team to pass by here, a large amount of mental power and magic power were detected at the mage. The seventh-level mage in Shaoke was reading books, and also put down the heavy book in his hand. He condensed the magic power to detect at the mage in the leading land.

The huge green flames formed by the ground blue diamond flowers floated in the sky again. Then the detections of mental or magical powers were hovering for a while and quickly retracted them. When the eighth-level mage was watching here, he quickly stood up and respectfully performed etiquette at the mage who led him here. It was not until the other party left the place that he leaned against the side.

Reading there.

"When you came here, was the mage leading it here?" The seventh-level mage withdrew the magic power and closed the book in his hand. He glanced at Shaoke and asked in a low voice: "When did you come here? Why are you still a third-level mage? Are you interested in becoming a transfer mage?"

"After the last war ended." Shaoke thought about it and quickly gave the answer, but was worried that the other party would not understand, so he quickly added: "The war called the Night of Death." However, for another question mentioned by the seventh-level mage, Shaoke answered the other party with silence.

Seeing that Shaoke was not interested in the conversation, the seventh-level mage stopped asking, but took out a piece of white paper, wrote a line of handwriting on it in general magical text and handed it to Shaoke, and signaled him to put it away. "If you want to change your job, I think you can go there if you have time." The mage stood up and took some books casually, "There are some mages who have been promoted to the fourth level, and you can take a look there." Then he left the bookshelf and didn't know where he went.

After gently folding the blank paper with the address written on it, Shaoke leaned against the bookshelf and silently looked at the mages who were traveling through the bookshelf. He hadn't left here for a long time, which made him feel tired of everything here. "I don't know how Master Roland is doing in the Blue Feather Legion." Thinking of this, Shaoke began to think about what he mentioned in the last letter to Master Roland.

"Master Xueye, do you want to eat and write?" The maid who served Shaoke woke him from his memories and reminded him that it was time to have a meal. Faced with the maid's kindness, Shaoke did not refuse. After picking up a few books, Shaoke left the place with the maid and returned to the room silently.

After eating some food, Shaoko returned to the spell training ground, where he would continue his casting practice. After all, being able to survive in the mission is impossible to achieve this goal without skillful casting speed.

The ancient magic language is mixed with abyss words in some expressions, thus reducing the casting time. Under the skill of sealing with both hands, he released a third-level spell faster than other mages. "Death Entanglement", which is a spell recorded in the spell book of the black-robed mage who was hunting for the first time, and this spell is a special type of spell that does not exist here.

Similar to the casting and control methods of Green Flame manipulation, but the changes in this spell are much less than the former, only a few simple ones, but the power is much greater. At least after the advanced mages who obtained this spell compared the spell structure, they inferred that it was done. Moreover, when Shaoke practiced, he also felt that the power of this spell was powerful.

A slender black flame twisted quickly above the caster. After the caster made a slight adjustment to the spell structure in a special way, the black flame suddenly broke into two sections. One section flew towards the black stone wall in front, and the other section fell to the ground. Under the control of the mage, it quickly twisted and slid towards the bottom of the stone wall.

"Boom..." The explosion of the spell suddenly sounded, and the two black flames did not act according to the will of the spell caster. Instead, they exploded in advance before reaching the target. Shaoko also suffered severe spatial turmoil due to the failure of spell casting. The powerful magic and mental power rolled sharply under the shock, and the silver light finally calmed down the turmoil caused by the failure of spell casting after a period of effort. However, his energy was consumed by half, which forced him to stop the practice of spell casting again and instead do other things.

With a low sigh, Shaoko felt very frustrated. It turned out that he had been practicing this spell for a long time. However, the spell structure, which was many times more complicated than the Green Flame manipulation technique, was not so easy to control by him, and he always felt that the spell of this spell was not chanted in ancient magic and abyss. Of course, all of this was certified by those advanced mages.

Rearing on the chair beside him, Shaoke took a quill pen and painted the structure of the death lingering spell on paper. Although there was no magic power or the injection of special fluctuations, the spell structure outlined in front of him still made the attendants on the side feel uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!