"Who are you?" Dora's face changed, and a black light began to flash in her hands.

The other three wizards are also facing a great enemy. For those of them, the Forbidden Demon Warrior is not a problem at all. More advanced apprentices will be a bit tricky, but all the people Dora found are the best among the higher apprentices, so they also have the confidence to fight more with less.

The key is that level 2 wizard.

For ordinary wizards, level one and level two are almost insurmountable obstacles. Once they enter the realm of level two wizards, their mana will break through the critical value of 100 points, and the magic power will become quite powerful.

Their breathing began to become rapid, and huge pressure came to their faces.

Only Lance was calm and composed, not only that, he felt a little excited.

His heart was beating calmly, and a desire for blood suddenly emerged, and his mind was filled with the desire to kill!

"Will you come out to make trouble every time this happen?" Lance subconsciously pressed his left hand on his chest. The evil heart seemed to suddenly come alive, encouraging him to start a massacre.

These are all damn people. Look at the poor green fairy, they must be the ones they did, so kill them!

Similar voices in his heart came one after another.

...

"Hehe." The thin second-level wizard took a step forward. The rest immediately followed.

They held the staff in their hands tightly. Although these staffs were very simple, the advantage in numbers still put some pressure on the five wizards in the camp.

"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am the head of Forreland. The True God Hunting Team." Forreland narrowed his eyes: "You guys not only disturbed the True God's ritual, but also killed our scientific research guests. It's really a sin that deserves death."

"True God?" Dora widened her eyes and then sneered: "It turned out to be a cult."

It is well known that none of the mainstream wizards in Ferrondor have faith.

"A true wizard does not need to believe in gods, we only believe in our own power." This is a famous saying left by the first founder of Ferrondor, and was regarded as a guide by most of the descendants.

In secret, there are indeed some sects that are operating secretly, but they cannot become a climate. Although their doctrines all claim that the god they believe in is the true god, just as every bad person says that I am a good person on his face. Every evil god or even a powerful wizard who commits fraud will claim that he is the true god.

"Cult? No, no, you misunderstood us. We follow His Highness Pandora's footsteps. We have faith but do not blindly follow. We are studying real witchcraft and science." Forreland said.

With this sentence of his words, the bodies of all the high-level apprentices and forbidden demon warriors behind him suddenly came from the bodies of the bodies of all the high-level apprentices and forbidden demon warriors. They raised their heads one after another, and their eyes suddenly turned into holes and turbid gray!

"So they are the Grey Eyes!" Dora looked heavy: "You damn cultists are not dead yet!"

"Miss, I don't like your title very much. So in a while you will become the first test piece among you. But don't worry, dedicating yourself to the test of the True God, this is a great honor." Forreland licked his lips, and his eyes gradually became gray-black, which looked particularly strange: "Although the second phase of the True God's Blood is still under development, the Green Fairy is the most suitable test piece. But after all, the arrival of several people will save us from secretly searching for the outside of Ferrendor."

"What experiment are you doing?" Landry clasped his staff and asked, "Turn the green goblin into that ghost?"

"Oh? It seems you have seen her?" Forreland laughed and said, "She is just a failure, but I appreciate her qualities and is tough enough. Unfortunately, our True God blood has not been fully developed. Otherwise, she will be the first person to enjoy our achievements. But it is understandable, after all, on the way to True God, there will inevitably be some price."

Everyone was silent. It was obvious that today they were surrounded by the gray-eyed believers and it was unlikely that they would be able to get good.

Forreland seemed extremely excited - ordinary second-level wizards often disdain for first-level wizards, but he was different, as if he was eager to prove his power in front of these people.

"Give up resistance, children, you are all talented people, so you don't know the pain of the mortals." Forreland's tone suddenly became gentle: "When you can easily write and build spell runes, have you ever thought that no matter how hard you try, you can't become a real wizard - because they have no talent."

"This is unfair. His Highness Pandora has mercy on the difficulty of mortals and has given the blood of the true god so that we mortals can also lead to eternal life."

"As for you, you are just some spoiled children. You are talented and talented, but unfortunately you are destined to die here."

After saying that, he waved his hand gently and five Grey-eyed Cultists walked out quickly.

Dora and others looked at each other, gritting their teeth to prepare for action. However, when their eyes were on Lance, they found that he was trembling constantly.

"Coward!" Forreland looked at Lance with a sneer and said disdainfully: "I have a talent but don't know how to use it."

Obviously, Lance's actions seemed to him as a symbol of fear.

However, from the outside, Lance did not look very good. He kept sweating on his forehead, his arms were wrapped around his chest, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were exposed, as if he was frightened.

He was trembling.

"Lance!"

"Lance?"

Dora asked anxiously. Lance continued to stand there without moving as if he didn't hear it.

The other four wizards stood on the same line and took a few steps back tacitly. Dora quickly observed the surrounding terrain and prepared to break through.

It was just Lance's performance that worried her.

She shouted again, and Lance still ignored it. He stood there as if he was frightened.

Five Grey-eyed Cultists laughed and surrounded Lance. One of the tall men took out the rope and shook their heads regretfully and said:

"I didn't expect these born wizards to be so cowardly that we didn't even have a chance to take action."

"This kid looks pretty pretty. It's a pity that it's not very useful." A woman next to him reached out and touched Lance's cheek, but was shocked to touch her sweat!

"It's so disgusting!" the woman frowned.

"Who made you so mean? I want to take advantage of a young man when I see him?" The tall man handed over the rope and signaled to tie Lance up: "This kind of garbage is simply a waste of their talent!"

As he said that, a strong look of jealousy suddenly flashed in his eyes. He stepped forward and slapped Lance hard in the face!

"Bang!"

Lance's head tilted slightly, and a red mark appeared on his face. The tall man shouted in pain: "Damn, this kid is so thick-skinned, my hands are swollen!"

"Kneel down for me now!" the tall man scolded angrily.

The other four Grey-eyed Cultists laughed and surrounded them, preparing to tie Lance up.

"I'll save him!" said the barbarian wizard Sacra.

"No need!" The puppet master Valerie suddenly said playfully: "I think it's better for us to step back a little."

"Hmm?" Dora didn't understand what she meant.

At this moment, the trembling of Lance's body suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, touched the red mark on his face, his eyes filled with confusion.

A sigh rang in everyone's ears.

"I almost...should I hold it back..."

"Why are there always so many funny guys who feel good about themselves in this world?"

He murmured to himself.

Five Grey-eyed Cultists looked at Lance for no reason, and the tall man said even more ferociously: "Then you can still talk? I thought you were a mute! Who do you think you are? Say something crazy about it?"

After saying that, he raised his wrist and prepared to teach Lance another lesson.

Who knew that before his wrist could be swung, he was pinned down by a huge force.

"If you don't have any knowledge, read more newspapers." The red mark on Lance's face quickly disappeared, and he said calmly: "If you have read the Ferrondor Weekly, you should know who I am..."

The next second, a crisp sound came from the tall wrist. His face immediately turned red, and a beast-like pain sounded in his throat.

Everyone looked closely and couldn't help but take a breath!

Lance held the tall wrist with his five fingers, went up along his forearm, and then exerted force suddenly.

He actually broke his tall forearm!

The terrifying white bones mixed with turbid blood were exposed to the air. The tall man's scream was not over yet, but Forreland's eyelids twitched and he couldn't help but shout: "Be careful!"

The other Gray-eyed Cultists had not yet reacted. They rushed forward with murderous intent.

Lance let go of the tall arm, and the next second, the force field beside him began to twist wildly!

The terrifying magic power tilted out from Lance's body, and the spell factor was almost ten times more intense than that of the outside world!

Dora and others watched this scene in shock—

Under the sudden twist of Bileg's rotational force field, the five gray-eyed believers had no time to dodge. Amid the bursts of exclamations, their bodies collided, and they were overturned.

Lance spread his right hand calmly and then flipped up.

The force field beside him immediately began to change!

The twisted force field constructed by Bileg's rotational force field immediately transformed into a sharp translucent flying knife through the transformation of the spell system!

Thorn! Thorn!

The sound of continuous tearing of clothes sounded, and the five gray-eyed cultists surrounded Lance were immediately inserted into sieve by hundreds of Bileg's flying knives!

They shouted in pain, and under the intentional control of Lance, they could not die immediately, but lost all their ability to move and could only crawl on the ground.

They were covered with wounds of about a foot long, and red blood dyed their clothes red. They crawled wildly, trying to stay away from Lance in horror. In their eyes, this guy was simply a demon!

...

"This guy..." Landry gritted his teeth and said in surprise: "Is this spell strength still a first-level wizard?"

"You back." Lance waved, no longer caring about the five gray-eyed cultists on the ground, but striding outside the camp.

"We'll help you!" Dora shouted.

"No." Lance's tone was still calm, but with a hint of striking cold: "Don't get too close to me."

"I'm afraid I'll kill you accidentally."
Chapter completed!