"Boy, I am Mira, helper, let's teach the magician a lesson." Mira said in an orderly tone. When he thought, as long as he issued a name, all the warriors would not have any objection, let alone the magician who was always arrogant.

Ferlig looked left and right, and then heard Mira's words, he understood a little. He patted the back of his head and said, "Mr. Mira, but I am a magician..."

"What?" Mira and Ien screamed at the same time. Ien didn't care about losing. A martial saint would have to add help to defeat him. If he lost, he would not lose the face of the magician.

But the person in front of him not only looked too young, but also was wearing exquisite chain mail and holding a four-foot broad sword in his hand. No matter how he looked, he was a warrior, but he claimed that he was a magician. This was outrageous.

"Mr. Mira, I'm really a magician." Feleg took out the magician's badge and put it on the left chest of the chain mail. The golden five-pointed star on it proved that he was a junior magician.

"Are you a magician?" Yien was shocked. He was an old magician. He knew almost all the magicians in the empire, but he did not know the young man in front of him. Moreover, at Feleg's age, he was only an apprentice magician at most. How could he be a magician?

I have never heard of such a young magician in the entire East Continent of God. He practiced for a long time in the forest of the Demon Realm, but he would return to the Imperial Magic Academy every five years. If there were such a talented person, he would not have known it.

As for Mira, her eyes were almost protruding outside the face armor. She was wearing a chain mail and the broadsword in her hand, and she actually took out the magician badge. As for what level it was, he didn't care. Looking at Ferge's chain mail, it didn't look like it was made of pure gold and silver, but the hilt of the broadsword was really inlaid with elemental crystals.

"Yes, I am Ferleg Landis, and I am the apprentice of the Wizard Beca." As a magician, he naturally looked at Magician Ion, so he answered his questions first.

"Bacca Beca Duncan? When I saw him fifteen years ago, he was still a high-level magician. Are you really his apprentice?" Ian couldn't believe that with his knowledge, fifteen years later, that useless guy Beca should have a snicker who can become a junior magician. How could there be an apprentice of a junior magician?

"Yes, do you know my teacher?" Felleg felt disappointed. He had seen him fifteen years ago, which means he had never seen the teacher, at least he hadn't seen him during this period.

"Of course, I know most of the magicians in the empire." Yien said proudly. His magical talent is stronger than that of ordinary people, but he only passed the magistrate's barrier when he was ninety years old. Now he is 140 years old and has only reached the level of an intermediate magician. It is difficult to become a Dharma Saint.

"Eight years ago, I was separated from my teacher in the forest of the Demon Realm. I was looking for the whereabouts of my teacher." Felleg said.

"Eight years ago? How old are you?" Ian became even more curious.

"It's almost fifteen years old." Fellig replied after calculating in his mind. Time flies so fast. Every day, meditating, training magic control, and making armor and weapons, finding elemental ore, I'm so busy every day, no matter day or night, and I can't even feel loneliness. It's been eight years.

"Haha..." Yien laughed wildly, the magic wand in his right hand kept shaking, and the index finger of his left hand kept pointing at Mira, who was increasingly ugly.

Fellig was confused. Does his fifteenth age have anything to do with them? He wouldn't be so laughing like this.

"Milla, you are convinced this time, a fifteen-year-old magician." Yien's words made Ferig understand the problem between the two. It turned out to be a battle between warriors and magicians. He had seen this kind of conflict in the book. And no one can solve this contradiction so far, but most of the warriors have accepted their fate. Only those who are extremely talented and have achieved something are still very dissatisfied.

"Hmph..." Mira couldn't speak, but she was still unwilling to accept it. This was just that the Empire Magic Academy was lucky and had such a genius. Although she was dissatisfied, she was happy for the empire. It goes without saying that such a genius appeared.

"Your name is Ferlig, right? Show our Martial Saint to see that the magician is not a weak man, and it is not something that anyone can do, hum." As a senior of the magician, he naturally cannot be considered rude to him like this, just like after Mira thought he was a warrior at first, and directly ordered him.

"Come on, boy, let me see it." Mira really wanted to see it. Although he had been fighting for a day and a night, he was just a junior magician, and he didn't care about it in his heart. No magic that the magician could release could hit him, just bullying the little one and exuding the anger in his chest.

"Yes." Ferlig paid tribute to the two of them. They were both senior masters and could not be compared to a young boy like him. He had seen Ien's appearance in the book. He ranked ninth in the Imperial Magic Academy and was an amazing magician. He didn't know Mira's name, but he was definitely an amazing person to be a Martial Saint.

The green light of the magic shield flashed. Ferlig was extremely careful when facing the holy-level figure. He knew that it was almost impossible to win. Although the magician was very powerful, the gap between the two was too big. He used half of the magic power on the magic shield. He did not seek merit, but he wanted to be without any mistakes.

Mira had no intention of attacking. It was too embarrassing to attack the junior magician who was only fifteen years old. He was going to tease Felge first. The speed of those junior and intermediate magic was too slow to hit him.

After setting up the magic shield, a magic bullet flew towards Mira, followed by the second and third... Ferig released twenty magic bullets in one breath, followed by five sets of twelve wind blades.

Ferlig had just seen the speed of the Martial Saint. No matter it is a magic bullet or a wind blade, it is impossible to catch up with the Martial Saint. Therefore, he had a lot of thought and used the tracking magician he had developed to hang a few magic elements on Mira's body. The number of these magic elements is very small, the fluctuations are very light, and there is almost no magic fluctuation, so he was smoothly attached to Mira's body.

Ian shook his head. Beca is so stupid. Can Ferig become the youngest magician ever at the age of fifteen. It can be seen how outstanding his magical talent is. What is he doing? Can he use magic missiles and group wind blades to attack a martial saint?

Mira had a smile on her lips, and she did not use his lightning-like body movement. Instead, she moved until the first magic missile was less than one foot away from her chest. She just lightly dodged, her upper body was bent to one side as if there were no bones, and her feet did not move.

The magic missile flew past him, but magically turned around and accurately hit Mira's left shoulder. With a "bang", the left shoulder brace was punched with a hole the size of a fist. The armor was obviously made of fine iron and was very strong. This magic bullet just broke the bracelet, and Mira inside was safe and sound.

But Mira was still frightened. He couldn't figure out how he could have hit the magic bullet, which had already flashed by himself. He had no time to think about it. He flashed his body and retreated ten meters away. The remaining magic bullets chased after him like a group of locusts.

Even if the body of the Martial Saint is much stronger than that of ordinary people and much stronger than that of a magician, he cannot directly hit the magic. If he is hit directly, he will lose his skin if he does not die.

Yien was in a good mood. He was just a magic bullet. Even if he hit Mira directly, he would not be able to kill this guy. However, when he was hit by a magic bullet from a magician, Mira's face was lost. I really couldn't tell that the little guy Felge was very smart. He could predict the direction of Mira's dodging and book the flight route of the magic bullet in advance.

But he didn't think so next time. Mira thought so, so he flashed ten meters away and changed direction. Under normal circumstances, these magic bullets would fly by five meters away beside him, but at this time, the magic bullets would continue to chase Mira like eyes.

"Damn..." Mira shouted, her figure flashed, and at his speed, it was impossible for the magic bullet and wind blade to catch up.

Ferlig was naturally not idle either. These two magics were impossible to catch up with Mira. Even if they caught up, they were not very useful. Mira has not used Dou Qi so far. These magics will definitely not hurt him, and they can't even be troublesome. The first magic bullet was just an accident.

Four pillars of fire flew from four directions to Mira who was dodging, and then set up a blizzard not far ahead, and then set up another blizzard technique five blizzard techniques in one breath, each with an area of ​​only about one square meter. This is already Ferig's limit. Even the magic shield on his body was removed, providing enough magic power.

After putting out all the magic, Ferig immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, entered a meditation state, and began to recover the magic seeds that had exhausted their energy.

Releasing so much magic in one breath is worthy of the title of Magician. As for the result, he doesn't need to care about it. There is no shame in losing to the Martial Saint.
Chapter completed!