Walking around the market again, Vincent noticed a strange thing: the small traders here are

  always very enthusiastic to sell their goods to customers, but in this long time, no one has

  come to them.

  Looking at the costumes of the three men, he did not find anything strange. Did he look like

  a customer without money? Even when Hardy saw a liquor stand and asked about it, the

  owners of those shops were too weak to have the patience to talk to Hardy.

  Mark kept walking behind the soldier's body, constantly glancing in all directions. He took

  care to keep an eye on his treasure. That's the best he can do to exchange them for other

  precious things. If a thief steals them, Mark will be heartbroken.

  "It seems that curiosity and competitiveness, whether developed to a certain extent, are

  greed." Vincent looked at the dwarf. "He must change this habit."

  But the biggest gain today is the power staff in his hand. This staff is a favorite weapon of

  battle mages. Through it, mages can use fireballs, ice picks, lightning bolts, magic missiles,

  and debilitating rays; While on defense, he can also fire Monster Immobilization, Wall of

  Power, and Spell Nullification. It can be said that a staff like this greatly improves the mage's

  fighting and survival abilities.

  However, there is always a limit to how many times a staff can be used, and each spell used

  reduces the life of the staff. The Power staff has reached the end of its life as a magical weapon,

  and there is no energy left to cast even one spell.

  In general, this staff is a waste - unless the person who made it is found to repair it, it can

  only be used as an ornament. It is possible that some powerful sorcerer would seek it out and

  take it back to study it in an attempt to discover the secret of its creation. However, the staff

  in Vincent's hands has a different meaning. Although he cannot repair the staff, he can force

  the primordial energy of magic into it. A mage would have to deeply study the laws of the

  magic network to do this, but Vincent's knowledge of the source of magic exceeds his

  understanding of the magic network. The more powerful, but more savage, use of magic

  allows for the forcible occupation of such "defenseless" magical objects.

  "Hey, Vincent, look!" Hardy's words interrupted Vincent's thinking. The warrior ran up to the

  couple in front and said, "I heard something there about the arena and the big prize money.

  I wonder if you'd let me have a try? That way we don't have to sell Mark's stuff."

  "It's not really that we're short of money." Hardy seemed to have misjudged their wealth, too.

  Vincent continued, "We came mainly to learn about the environment and the situation."

  "In fact, I thought a visit to the arena might give us a better idea of the situation." Hardy

  advised Vincent.

  The mage thought about it. Since he could not find what he wanted here in the market, it

  would be a good idea to go to the arena. It was a part of the life of the inhabitants of the city

  of Prudence, though I did not like that kind of barbaric sport.

  "All right, let's go and see it." Seeing Hardy's excitement, Vincent said, "But that's agreed.

  We're not going to fight."

  "No, no, no. Look, just go and see." Hardy touched the back of his head and kept explaining.

  But there was always a wildness in his expression.

  Mark didn't understand what was going on. There was no such thing as a "arena" among

  good gnomes. They didn't have a word for it in their gnome language. But he was happy

  enough to hear that nothing he owned would be sold.

  Vincent always felt that it was not so simple. With Hardy's warlike nature, it would be strange

  if he did not try his hand. So he began slowly infusing Hardy's staff with primordial magical

  energy, and when the time came he had to have the power to help him.

  In a way, Vincent is like an energy converter. He can't inject magic energy into his body

  indefinitely, but he can slowly inject it into magical objects. He discovered this when he

  created the amulet to prevent petrified objects. Using raw magical energy to make objects

  required much less mental exertion, and he was much less fatigued from continuous work.

  Otherwise, as he worked at full speed, he would have fainted while crafting the second amulet.

  There was a sudden buzzing sensation in the palm of his hand, and the whole staff trembled.

  Vincent quickly stopped and began pumping magic into it. He knew the feeling. It was the

  high-frequency vibration that happens whenever two systems of magic meet. If neither side

  is stopped, the vibration will eventually turn into an explosion.

  He looked at the scepter and wondered: "There is no energy left, and the glow on it is only

  an appearance, not a real remnant of magic. What could have gone wrong?" Using his

  detection magic, he looked closely, but still could see nothing.

  'Shall I help you? A small voice came from inside the mage's left arm. "I can look inside the

  staff."

  "Valentine, can you go inside?" Vincent looks at the rod of black iron, which is a rare metal,

  "but what do you think?"

  "I'm sensitive to magical energy, you can count on it. I still have some of my Mithril powers,

  and spells are useless to me." In an instant, a cloud of red smoke passed through the mage's

  body and into the staff, hidden in the sleeve of his right hand.

  Vincent immediately felt a cold, stinging, electric shock move around his body, making him

  shudder as if he were having several chills in a row.

  It's a good thing Valentine is a friendly soul energy, or the chill could cripple the invasions.

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  The Power wand shakes and then calms down again. After another cold shock, Valentine

  returned to the master's gold arm: "It's really narrow, but inside I found a deep hidden magic

  circle, as if there were continuous energy slowly emanating from it, and ordinary people would

  never feel it." But for me it's a piece of cake."

  'What kind of magic array?

  'How should I know? I thought I told you my knowledge of magic was lame. But the circle has

  been torn down and swallowed by my forces." Valentine said with a note of triumph, "I'm

  going to rest..."

  Vincent scratches his head, and as he continues to add energy to the already "tame" staff of

  Power, ponders the problem of this hidden array of magic.

  And in the small library of the Blackcrystal Tower, two dark Elf mages were staring at the

  shattered crystal ball. A moment ago, the crystal ball suddenly erupted with a very high

  frequency of strong flashes of light, and when it was silent, only to see the wizard named

  Vincent shake his body, the crystal ball exploded into pieces.

  "Master, what's going on? Can it be..."

  'Yes, the sorcerer actually found and destroyed my perceptual array. Which means his powers

  may even be above mine." One Drow stood trembling against the wall and shook a shard of

  crystal from his robe. "The scariest thing is, I don't even know how he did it."

  "And does that bring him over to our side? Is it too dangerous? '

  'No, it would be even more dangerous for him to be brainwashed by some family! Find the

  other masters, for this is beyond my control alone."

  "Yes, Master, your word is my command..."

  Vincent did not know that he was in trouble. He only regretted following Hardy on his tour of

  the arena. It was, indeed, the most lively place in the city of Prudence, where no fanatic

  duellers could throng it. The noise almost broke the roof of the house, and there was almost

  every profanity and slang you could hear, and the mere entry into the dueling arena made

  Vincent feel dizzy -- he preferred the quiet library.

  Hardy, on the other hand, was very excited. He was also cheering loudly, rubbing his hands

  with excitement and turning red all over his skin. The three of them looked around and found

  no empty seats, but only a strong odor of sweat mixed in from the various races.

  "Hardy, there's no room here. Let's go." Vincent did not want to stay in this place any longer.

  Mark put his hands over his ears, kicked Hardy's shins, and shook his head to show that he

  couldn't stand the situation either.

  Disappointed on Hardy's face, he looked again at the setup of the ring, and suddenly picked

  up the Wizard and the Dwarf and ran up the outside passage.

  "I found a place where there were no people. There One It's bound to be so much better." Hardy explained as he ran.

  When they came closer, they found several dark elves standing behind a long rope pulled up

  horizontally, looking warily at these three guys: "Who are you? From that family?"

  Vincent managed to keep his feet firmly on the ground, and he whispered in Hardy's ear,

  "This must be a place for the Dark Elf lords. We can't get in."

  Hardy looked at the decor behind the two Dark Elves. It was much better than on their side.

  He nodded and, somewhat disappointed, began to walk back.

  "By the way, did those three just force their way through this line?" One of the Dark Elf guards

  drew his double swords, elbowing another Drow nearby.

  "Yeah, yeah, I saw them just barge in, too," he said. He pulled out his thin sword and ran his

  tongue gently over its edge. "It's been a long time since I've moved my hand."

  Hardy pushed Vincent and Mark forward with one swipe, keeping them out of reach of the

  dark Elves. One turned and pulled out the double-headed sword on his back. "Hey, you guys

  are good guys, I want to practice..."

  Two guards suddenly pounced on, each step speed up a point, each forward a foot body

  translation of a point, the two of them in an instant formed a left and right pincer position.

  One guard twisted himself as he ran so that one of his machete was at Hardy's neck, the other

  at Hardy's waist; Another dark elf aimed his thin sword directly at Hardy's heart.

  Vincent, who had just been pushed around a little, turned around. He raises his power staff

  to use the magic missile, but there is no way he can finish his spell before the dark Elves attack.

  Hardy did not retreat. He set up his double-headed sword and lunged at the Sprite, striking

  both blades with each of his blades. The Dark elf tried to twist his body to stagger Hardy's

  defense, but felt a powerful torque coming from the two weapons.

  Hardy took hold of the blades while violently rotating his double-headed sword, creating a

  blade vortex in front of him. The spinning blades formed a full circle, and the Dark elf's blades

  were completely trapped in the churning circle.

  Hardy's immense force knocked Drow off balance, and he was now thrown into the air by the

  torque. The attack comes so fast that he doesn't even have time to let go of the double blade.

  With a sharp twist, Hardy slams the dark Elf into the other with the thin sword. So the straight

  blade and the twirling blade mixed together. Two dark elves killed each other in one fell

  swoop.

  "Whew... Thought they were so good. For this little strength they want to fight me?" Hardy

  kicked the bodies of two dark Elves with his foot to confirm that they were too dead to die.

  Vincent put down his staff. Instead of admiring Hardy's skill, he began to think about how to

  hide the two dead dark elves.

  But before he could make any sense of it, the wizard heard a dark Elven voice behind him:

  "You guys have done a good job..."