This ice cone technique is the limit of the average mage who can release two paths. In the hands of this young mage, it can release more than a dozen paths.

Don’t look at these small ice cones, in actual combat, the extra ice cones can often have unexpected results.

Seeing that Lynch was actually holding the elemental shield, it did not flash, and did not give way to himself as I imagined, the young mage's expression changed slightly.

But soon, the young mage calmed down. Anyway, his ice cone technique had been improved, and at least he could smash the elemental shield.

At that time, if you use the expected spell in the staff, you will definitely be able to clean up the opponent, and it will be just a second more...

One second, it has nothing to do with the overall situation.

really……

Just like the young mage thought, the ice cone technique did not fall, and all hit Lynch.

The ice cone hit the elemental shield and turned into shatter. For a moment, the sky was filled with ice fog, and the elemental shield was shaking, as if it would be impossible to hold on for the next moment.

The young mage suddenly breathed a little relieved and was about to activate the staff to quickly expand the battle results. His eyes suddenly widened and a hint of incredible appeared on his face.

"you……"

The elemental shield on Lynch's body was not broken...

Although it seemed that the elemental shield was indeed a bit crumbling, as if another spell could easily be smashed, the powerful magic power surged out of Lynch's body.

In the young mage's ghostly eyes, endless magic power was repairing the elemental shield bit by bit. In just a moment, the elemental shield was restored to its original state and was standing in front of us.

Immediately afterwards, before the young mage could react, he suddenly felt an extremely powerful force of gravity suddenly descending.

At that moment, the young mage felt that the gaps in his bones seemed to be tightened a little, and the creaking sound made people's ears sounded.

Moreover, it seems to be sinking...

That's right, sinking...

The young mage looked down and then screamed in horror.

I don’t know when, a muddy swamp appeared on the solid ground.

Under the influence of gravity, the young mage kept falling downwards, and his thin body struggled desperately, but to no avail.

On the contrary, the more you struggle, the faster you fall.

After a while, the young mage found that the mud had been buried on his shoulders...

And it's not over yet. Three or four blood-colored vines suddenly broke out from the ground. One of them was a scroll and handed it to Lynch's hand. The other ones were tied to the young mage like poisonous snakes.

This force immediately slowed down the young mage's whereabouts, but the spikes on the blood-colored vines immediately pierced the young mage's skin, and drops of red blood beads immediately seeped out.

But before it could fall, it was absorbed by the blood-colored vine...

"Blood-sucking Vine Technique?" The young mage suddenly had a huge soul. These are blood-sucking Vine. If you accidentally, you will become a mummy...

Thinking of the scene where he turned into a mummy, the young mage couldn't care about anything, so he quickly begged for mercy and said, "You, you, stop, stop... I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

"What's the hurry?" At this time, Lynch played with the staff handed over by the blood-sucking vine just now, and smiled and said, "Magic Amber Gem? No wonder you can instantly emit spells. Oh, there is a spell slot in it. Haha, you have good equipment."

At this time, the young mage could not control so much, so he quickly said, "I will give it to you, I will give it to you, you, don't do anything, I have something to say, I still have a few magic cores on my body, I will give it to you all."

"Oh?" Lynch smiled. The blood-sucking vines still had no intention of disappearing. Instead, they climbed up to the young mage's neck like a poisonous snake: "But, what you are on is mine now. Think about it carefully, are there anything else that can be used to exchange for your life?"

Seeing those blood-sucking vines getting closer and closer to their neck artery, the young mage's voice became extremely frightened: "Yes, yes, my father runs a business in Stormwind City. My father can give you a lot of money. I still have a lot of magic crystals outside!"

Under the cold touch of death, the young mage turned himself upside down. Regardless of good or bad, all the ancestors had reported them.

At the end, the young mage was a little speechless. At the beginning, he pretended calmly and completely disappeared, and his voice was almost crying.

"I will give you whatever you want. I am still young, you can't kill me..."

"Okay, okay, I will really kill you if I cry..."

Lynch curled his lips, feeling a little bullying the child for no reason. The young mage was a little pleasing to the eyes at the beginning. Now he was too lazy to scare him and asked directly: "Tell me first, why did you come here?"

Since this young mage can appear here, it obviously has a certain purpose. Therefore, it is now a bit confusing to find out the whole story.

Moreover, not only did he want to know, including Palin and Hawking, but also wanted to know that when Lynch asked, the two people who had never intervened had already walked over quickly.

Now that he is surrounded by three people, the young mage is even more scared. After all, he can't even beat Lynch, a second-level mage, not to mention the great mage Hawking and Palin around him.

"I said I said, I didn't want to come either. I was ordered by someone!" The young mage replied in pain.

"Oh? Then let's talk about who instructed you." Lynch then smiled. Several blood-red vines did not continue to spread, but they were still like poisonous snakes, clinging to the young mage's neck. The cold and smooth chill seemed to remind the young mage that he might become a mummy at any time...

"Well, can you remove this blood-sucking vine first..." The shadow of death temporarily retreated, and the young mage breathed a little relieved, but was still uneasy, and carefully pointed to the blood vine on his neck.

"What do you think?"

Lynch smiled, his magic moved slightly, and the blood vines were about to start swimming again...

"Stop, stop, stop, don't lift, don't lift, I will explain, I will explain all..."

The young mage hurriedly begged for mercy, and no longer dared to talk nonsense. He was extremely anxious when he explained, for fear that the slowdown would annoy the cruel and ruthless young man in front of him: "It's not my business, it was Kasman who sent me!"
Chapter completed!