The two wizards immediately obediently stepped forward and pressed Asapov's hands and feet.
Zhou Yang raised his hand and touched Asapov’s belly, and took out something, but he took out his guts, then threw it into the bucket, stretched it out, grabbed it, and threw it, just like picking up vegetables. of.
As soon as the internal organs were thrown into the bucket, the water in the well began to turn around as if it had boiled, and there was still blue smoke.
Asapov had a breath left, and he could only hum there. After being so tossed by Zhou Yang, he began to scream again, screaming heartbreakingly.
The mages around looked pale one by one.
Then there was a mage who couldn't bear it, and roared: "I absolutely don't allow you to abuse Master Asapov like this." With a wave of his staff, his body flashed red, and a huge black bear jumped out.
The black bear roared and rushed towards Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang shook his body slightly, and the black bear cast too fiercely. He rushed to the ground and fell on Asapov's body. The body of several hundred kilograms was pressed up, blood was splashed, and the internal organs all flew out. It was everywhere on the ground, on the stretcher, on the surrounding mages.
Assapov screamed, screaming that the decibels directly increased several times.
The wizard who had summoned the black bear turned pale with fright, and was at a loss for a while.
Hei Neng turned to bite Zhou Yang again.
Zhou Yang grabbed the bear's head, threw it back to the mage, and shouted at the mage next to him: "If you don't want him to die, you can quickly pick up everything and throw it in the bucket. There is no shortage of it!"
This voice awakened all the stunned mages, picking up internal organs without thinking.
The so-called number of people is great, and in a short while, all the flying parts are picked up into the bucket.
There was only one empty skin left in Asapov's body now.
It stands to reason that people should have died a long time ago, and even a mage can't live like this.
But Asapov was still screaming and screaming, and the more he screamed, the greater the movement.
This gave the mages who were in the trapped state a little bit more confident, and didn't dare to disturb Zhou Yang for a while, just watched from the side.
Zhou Yang looked at the water in the bucket, and whenever the splash weakened, he immediately burned another talisman and sprinkled the ashes into the bucket, and the water in the bucket immediately churned fiercely again.
It looks a lot like adding seasoning to the soup.
It has been boiled for more than ten minutes. Although the water splash is still boiling, there is no smoke or swelling.
Zhou Yang simply raised the bucket, and even the water with viscera was poured into Asaposu's body, and the water rushed out along the mouth.
"Cast spell, heal!"
Zhou Yang pulled the two sides of the wound together and yelled at the mage nearby.
The surrounding wizards, as long as they can heal and restore spells, all raised their wands and cast spells.
Circles of white light enveloped Asapov's body.
The wound healed quickly and became smaller and smaller.
The water in his stomach kept pouring out like a fountain, and when the wound was completely healed, it didn't run out, so that Asabofu's stomach was bulging like an October pregnancy.
Seeing that the wounds are all healed and follow the normal spellcasting procedures, you should stop casting spells at this time.
But with the previous experience, the wizards did not dare to stop, all looking at Zhou Yang.
After Zhou Yang said that it could be stopped, they received the spell.
The white light disappeared.
This time the wound did not reappear, but Asapov lay quietly in his arms, motionless, not angry at all.
He was still screaming just now, but after the internal organs were dumped back into his body, there was no movement immediately.
The wizards waited for a while, and they lost patience a bit.
"Everything has been tossed like that, how can it be possible to survive?"
"It's clearly teasing us."
"Master will suffer this kind of torture before he dies, absolutely can't tolerate it!"
"We want to avenge the master, see him fight."
"Calm down, wait a while, let's do it now, we can't beat him, the bear spirit summoned by Vidasky just now can't deal with him."
"What are you afraid of? Everyone rushed forward. Could he still beat so many of us."
The mages were getting more and more angry, staring at Zhou Yang with unkind expressions, and slowly gathered towards him. Someone had begun to whisper the spell in a low voice, preparing to cast the spell.
Zhou Yang frowned and stared at Asapov, as if he had never seen the hostility to his surroundings.
Finally, there was a mage who couldn’t help it. He just chanted the mantra ahead of time. He thought everyone would rush to him. Who knows that when he finishes chanting the mantra, the mana is fully charged, and when he is indispensable, there is still no one to do it. With one stroke of the staff, a fireball was directed at Zhou Yang.
Fireball is one of the basic spells of Western magicians, just like domestic masters, regardless of Taoist monk or layman, everyone can slap a few decent Wangbaquan, which belongs to the basis of their own practice.
When Western Judges learn spells, they pay attention to sensing the elements of mana. The five basic elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the easiest to realize is the element of fire. Therefore, when the major mage organizations teach apprentices, they usually start with the element of fire. , The most basic method is fireball.
So now when I visit a standardized wizard school, we can see that the apprentices who just enrolled in the wizard are sitting in the classroom with the simplest basic staff, rubbing and rubbing them. The rapid progress is already burning on the head of the staff. Slowly smoked blue smoke, the worst, the hands are rubbed off and the root hairs are not rubbed out. If you can't rub it out for three months, you will be considered as having no talent for spells and you will be forced to drop out of school.
As the spell gets deeper and deeper, the firing speed of fireball will be faster, and its power will be greater.
There was a thirty-year war in the European wizarding world. At that time, in order to ensure the number of wizards in the war, there was a period of time when both sides of the war only taught the magic of fireball to strengthen the firing speed and firing intensity of the exercise. A strong apprentice can launch hundreds of fireballs in one minute, each of which is the size of a basin. It is known as a human rocket launcher and can cover an area by itself.
However, if you only practice Fireball, no matter how deep you are, you can only be an apprentice of a mage, and you cannot advance to a real mage.
The mage who performed the fireball technique in front of him prepared for five minutes to launch the fireball, and the fireball is only the size of a fist. This is the standard apprenticeship level. Although he wears the black robe of a junior mage in a decent manner, this The level of spells cannot deceive people.
Zhou Yang didn't move.
The fireball hit him and did not explode. Instead, it ejected in the side and hit Asapov's body.
The fireball shattered, and the flames spread over Asapov's body suddenly, and the whole person burned immediately.
This fireball seemed to be a signal. All the wizards raised their staffs one after another, and various spells were used. Most of them were fireballs.
Zhou Yang looked at it this way, and dared to feel that at least 90% of the camps were apprentices, pretending to be wizards in black robes. There was a pattern to catch monsters just now, but now, if you make a mess, you will all be exposed.
No wonder the entire camp panicked when Asapov fell just now, and there was no resilience at all.
If you think about it this way, Assapov's white robe with golden rim will probably raise a question mark.
For Zhou Yang, a spell of this level was not even a tickle.
He looked at the flames on Asapov's body entangledly, considering whether to extinguish the fire first, or just extinguish it directly to him.
The spells on the linking stage for help seemed to be unreliable. Although Asapov could not live long from the situation just now, Zhou Yang felt uncomfortable to put people to death with his own hands, especially Before he died, he had a heartbreak.
He was thinking about it. Assapov suddenly jumped up from the stretcher and yelled, "Ah, it hurts, it doesn't count as the dismemberment, why is it burned again..."
While screaming, he hurriedly slapped out the flames on his body.
Asapov suddenly exploded his body, shocking the attacking imposters, and quickly stopped attacking.
However, the spells launched could not be recovered.
So Asapov patted out the flames on his body. When he looked up, he saw a bunch of large and small fireballs, ice arrows, and various rays of light falling on Zhou Yang like raindrops, exploding like fireworks. Like, the flowers are all over the place, colorful and gorgeous, but it looks pretty.
"Stop, stop quickly."
Although the fake mages had stopped, Asapov still yelled.
After shouting, hurriedly trot to Zhou Yang and bowed deeply, "Master, Arielo Arielochi Assapov salutes you and thank you for your help."
When he bent over, he heard all the water rustling in his stomach, and he almost fell to the ground without a bit.
Zhou Yang waved his hand and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
Asapov touched his chest and abdomen, then shook his stomach, which was constantly ringing. "It feels very good, but it's a little panic."
Zhou Yang asked again: "Does it have any effect on the cast?"
Asapov retrieved his staff from the ground, wielded it and cast a spell, and the tattered white robe with golden rims on his body became clean again, but the holes and other things could not be recovered. .
Zhou Yang asked, "You are not a Phnom Penh wizard."
Asapov said embarrassingly: "I just got promoted to the white robe. This Phnom Penh, ah, is to bluff people, mainly to frighten the mages from Western Europe. They don’t know much about our situation in Russia. They don't dare to be so arrogant with this golden-rimmed white robe."
Zhou Yang was a little strange: "Is there a wizard from Western Europe here?"
"It's only from Western Europe, from Milliken, from Africa, from Asia, and from all over the world. There are mages from all over the world. The camps are far apart. We are the landlords. We came earlier and occupied the best place. Forget the other mages. The guys from Western Europe are not convinced. They are always thinking about occupying our place. Our god master is still in Moscow and has not come. Our powerful wizards are in Moscow with the god master. I There is no way, I have to pretend it."
Asapov finished explaining, and immediately changed the subject, "Master, are you here to catch a strange animal too?"
"A strange beast? The kind of thing that came out just now?" Zhou Yang looked back at the dense forest in the realm of death, and couldn't really associate that kind of monster with any other beast.
"No, no, that is the guardian of the realm of death, the nightmare of the shadow, a kind of inhuman monster. It is said that there is an entrance to the realm of death in the realm of death, and these monsters all ran from that entrance to the world. .But that kind of thing is inseparable from the realm of death, at most it can only rush out to hurt people on the edge. I'm talking about a strange animal, huh, haven't you heard of it? This is very special, that, a kind of animal , Recently haunted near the realm of death, and someone took a photo. Everyone wanted to catch this strange beast..."
Asapov suddenly reacted, and he didn't want to go into details.
Zhou Yang smiled and said: "Show me the photos. I am not interested in alien animals. You don't have to worry about me snatching it with you. Moreover, if I snatch it, you won't be able to snatch me."
There was a mage next to him who was unhappy, and interrupted, "Don’t be too self-righteous. Our god is mainly here. How can you guys be rampant, cough, and catch strange beasts? Our god stretched out his hand, that strange beast. You have to bow your head and listen to your ears."
"Enough, Alyosha, go help rescue other people when you are okay, don't interrupt here." Asapov turned his head and said apologetically to Zhou Yang, "Master, don't be surprised, don't look at him wearing a black robe. , But it’s actually just an apprentice, with little insight."
"You admire your God Lord very much. Is he a very powerful mage?" Zhou Yang would naturally not care about an apprentice. And their gods, they all show respect involuntarily. This respect is absolutely from the heart, so even if the god is not here, they will stand up unconsciously when they are mentioned. Stand up straight and use honorifics.
"Our god is not a wizard, but a true god." Asapov said solemnly, "she is different from us, in charge of the true theocracy."
"The real god?" Zhou Yang was a little disapproving, "Where is the real god in the world?"
For the gods in the world, they are all in the same realm. Whether it is the ten masters, the blood of the emperor, or even the monsters that wander through the branches of time, they can all be called gods, the true gods.
The god of the world, no matter how strong it is, can it be stronger than Elantra
"Master, you must not be disrespectful to the Lord. Although the Lord will not care about you, we as believers will never allow it."
Asapov looked a little unhappy.
Zhou Yang didn’t want to be entangled in this kind of thing, so he said: “Okay, I won’t blaspheme your god, you must have a picture of that alien beast. Show it to me. I just want to know what kind of alien beast is. , Can attract so many mages to covet. In exchange, I can help you heal all the injured companions."
Just now the monster rushed in and raged, hurting more than twenty people. Now they are lying on the side of the camp, moaning and wailing.
After hesitating, Asapov took out the photo and handed it to Zhou Yang. (End of this chapter)