1071 Necromancy in Action
Originally, these people were all competitors.
However, now that the party mission had been triggered, everyone's interests were the same.
Stop Fang Heng!
Many people shifted their gaze to one of the players.
Duan Chengbin.
After the sudden barbarian invasion yesterday, many player teams and guilds had mobilized people to the front line to support and freeload on missions. Most of the players who stayed behind had missions on hand or were not strong enough.
Not long ago, Duan Chengbin had made a breakthrough and was accepted as a student by the Vice President of the Mage Association in Griffin City, so he couldn't leave.
He was considered the strongest among all the players present.
Duan Chengbin secretly calculated in his heart. Then, he took a few steps forward and stood in front of Fang Heng, looking at him.
"My Lord, you don't have to be so anxious. There are very few necromancers in the Association and I have many questions for you."
"Eh? Seeking advice?"
Fang Heng's eyes swept over the person who came.
Under the mask, his expression turned serious.
It was very troublesome.
The player's mission was probably to prevent him from obtaining the mage tower construction blueprint.
Several thoughts flashed through Fang Heng's mind in a short time.
Duan Chengbin then turned to President Randolf and said, "President, we'd like to apply for Lord Fang Heng's ability assessment to confirm whether he has the qualifications to build his own mage tower."
"Evaluation? Looking for a fight?"
Fang Heng reached out his hand.
A dark Book of the Dead appeared in his hand. He looked at Vice President Randolf and asked, "President Randolf, do you agree with this ability assessment?"
Randolf thought for a moment.
The Mage Association's ability assessment would usually be carried out within the compound.
Most of the time, it was just a formality.
Just now, he had sent someone to confirm Fang Heng's identity as the feudal lord at the first possible moment and was preparing to find a reason to delay Fang Heng.
If it was confirmed that Fang Heng really wanted to build a mage tower, the Mage Association would naturally be willing to. He was afraid that there would be a problem. The ability assessment was a good excuse to stall for time.
Moreover, he also wanted to see the strength of this necromancer.
Necromancy was too rare in the entire Empire.
"Of course," said Randolf with a gentle expression. "The Mage Association approves of this assessment."
"We can check the mage tower's blueprint after passing the assessment?"
Randolf could feel the confidence in the other's tone.
"Yes, if there's no problem with your status as a feudal lord, you can look up the blueprint of the mage tower. However, the distribution of the magic cores will still need to be decided after you provide the complete application information and the discussion between the Mage Association and the Empire."
Randolf looked around as he spoke. "This is a library. In order to prevent the books from being damaged, we should go to the square to do an ability assessment. What do you think, my Lord?"
"Alright."
...
"What? Did they start fighting? Who are they?"
"One of them is a foreign necromancer from our Association."
"King spirit system?"
"Yes, it's over at the square. They said they wanted the blueprint for constructing the ghost tower, but for some reason, they started fighting. Let's go and take a look."
There were very few mages in the Mage Association who studied necromancy. When they heard that the necromancy mage was participating in the ranking assessment, it immediately caused a huge commotion.
In the square outside the library, more and more players and members of the Mage Association gathered to watch.
Fang Heng's retina was filled with a new round of game prompts.
Thanks to the special fake identity he obtained during the trial, Fang Heng's identity could still be hidden.
Randolf walked to the center of the square.
"There is a certain level of danger in the Mage Association's ability assessment. To ensure safety, as the judge of this trial, I will stop the trial at any time. The trial will be divided into wheel battles. If you can last for ten minutes without being defeated, you will pass the assessment."
Fang Heng shifted his gaze to Randolf, "What about the rules of victory?"
"You lose when you admit defeat, lose the ability to fight, or leave the square."
"Yes." Fang Heng nodded and looked at the elementary mage who was holding a spirit cane. He asked, "Can we start now?"
"The trial assessment begins," Randolf said in a deep voice.
Fang Heng stood still.
The Book of the Dead floated beside him, emitting a faint dark light.
Skill-Bone spear.
Fang Heng slowly pulled out a white bone spear from the Book of the Dead that was levitating in the air.
Holding the bone spear in his hand, he felt a warm touch.
Fang Heng tried to lift the bone spear and swing it in the air twice.
The bone spear moved smoothly in the air, just that it was a little light.
Duan Chengbin was not the first to go up.
The test would last for 10 minutes. They had enough time to observe and find Fang Heng's weaknesses.
Let the people from the Mage Association do it first!
Not only Duan Chengbin but most of the people's gazes were focused on Fang Heng.
Eh?!
The crowd couldn't help but be surprised.
They saw Fang Heng holding a bone spear with one hand and rushing straight toward the elementary mage opposite him.
He moved with extreme speed!
Whoosh!
The elementary mage was agile, and he leaped back a few steps, opening up some distance between them while waving his spirit cane.
"Wind blade! Phoenix dance!"
In the air, several light blue air blades condensed and whizzed toward Fang Heng.
Fang Heng continued to rush forward.
The speed of the wind blade seemed exceptionally slow in his eyes.
It was much slower than the Prince of the vampire's blood spike!
Fang Heng didn't care at all. He continued to rush towards the elementary mage in front of him, the bone spear in his hand slashing quickly.
"Bang! Bang Bang!!"
The concentrated dense wind blades exploded one after another under Fang Heng's brandishing of the bone spear!
What was this?
Gasps could be heard in the square.
The wind blade was actually split apart by Fang Heng's bone spear!
The elementary mage became distraught.
The battle between mages was all about throwing spells at each other.
Why did he encounter an unreasonable person who was charging at him?
He panicked.
"Be careful!"
Whoosh!
The elementary mage was surprised to see Fang Heng disappear from his sight.
"Chi!!!"
Immediately after, an extremely dry sound could be heard.
The mage's pupils shrank, and a sense of weakness spread throughout his body. He felt a numbing sensation on his right shoulder.
It wasn't a piercing pain, but a numbing sensation.
Not good, he was poisoned!
The mage reacted and lowered his head to look at his right shoulder.
A small white bone spear pierced out from his shoulder and it was stained with bright red blood.
"You've lost," Fang Heng appeared behind the mage and whispered in his ear.
"Bang!!"
A sharp pain came from the elementary mage's back. He was sent flying by Fang Heng's kick and landed outside the square.
Immediately, people surrounded the injured elementary mage and carried him away.
Fang Heng turned his head and looked at Randolf, "The next one, please."
The first elementary mage only lasted less than 10 seconds in Fang Heng's hands.
The square was filled with discussions.
It was not because of Fang Heng's tyrannical strength.
It was normal for a high-tier mage to defeat a low-level mage in a single hit. Sometimes, it would even take less than five seconds.
What they found strange was Fang Heng's combat mode.
Did all necromancy mages fight like this?
This was too strange!
