Under the gaze of the third-level mage, Shaoke even had the idea of ​​lowering his head to escape the other party's sight, but with the somewhat scoundrel spirit in his previous life and the pride of the mage who feels himself now, he was not willing to just lower his head to escape the other party. Fortunately, the other party just glanced at it, otherwise Shaoke would not know whether he could resist that terrible look.

After the third-level mage left, the mages walked outside in groups of three or three. Shaoke held the chair next to him and closed his eyes and stayed for a while, recalling the strangeness in the eyes of the mage just now.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with it?" The representative elected by the wizards saw Shaoko holding his eyes closed on the backrest of the chair, so he stepped forward to ask about the situation.

Shaoke opened his eyes and looked at the handsome young master and said, "It's nothing, I just felt a little uncomfortable just now. It's much better now." The young master nodded and signaled that the other party could come to find him if he had anything to do. He was happy to help others.

After the young mage left, Shaoke closed his cloak and planned to leave the place with his staff. At this moment, the curtain was lifted up, and a third-level black-robed mage walked into the door.

After Shaoke discovered that it was the third-level mage just now, he felt anger coming up. He did not expect that the other party would use the third-level power to give him such a powerful force. This made the troubles he had been suppressing after returning to the imperial capital suddenly burst out. After tightening the staff, he finally knew that the other party was a third-level mage and was not too impulsive. "Dear mage, what are you asking for?"

The third-level mage smiled, "Master Xueye, according to the information, I have no error in the name I call you!" As he said that, he reached out and signaled Shaoke to do it first, "I'm sorry for what I did just now, because there was a reason just now."

Shaoke held the staff hard, hesitated for a moment before sitting there waiting for the other party to explain.

The third-level mage nodded, sat opposite Shaoke and looked at him carefully, "Listen to the officer in the branch where you are, you have learned the second-level spell "Death Gaze"?" The mage saw that Shaoke was about to shake his head and refuse, and smiled and said, "Don't be busy rejecting the facts. In fact, what kind of spells have you learned? Those soldiers can learn the specific situation after a little inquiry in the library. Although you have not practiced this spell in the magic practice field, you don't know that this spell has some very special functions."

After listening to the other party's explanation, Shaoke temporarily suppressed his unwillingness and dissatisfaction with the mage in front of him, and said in confusion: "What's special? Why didn't it mention it on the copying scroll?"

The third-level mage smiled and said, "As long as the mages who have practiced the magic of 'Death Gaze', they can feel the existence of each other in close range of magic fluctuations." As he said that, he looked up at the several crystal lamps at the top of the tent and then said, "Now there are few mages practicing this spell. Not only is it difficult to practice this spell, but it is also because its effective range is too close, so many people throw it aside after seeing the casting distance."

Shaoke nodded. If he hadn't wanted to use the magic of "Death Gaze" to give the warriors who were close to him an unexpected surprise, he wouldn't have practiced this difficult and not commonly used spell. Now, after hearing the words of the third-level mage, he felt that his original choice made sense, otherwise the other party would not have specifically asked him for this conversation.

The third-level mage looked at Shaoko's contemplative look and smiled: "Although this spell is not large, it is particularly important for the mages who have gone to the battlefield, because you cannot confirm whether the warriors who protect you will ignore the javelins and bows thrown by the enemy, and you cannot confirm whether the opponent's powerful warriors can break through the blockade. Therefore, the last protection of the mages on the battlefield depends on themselves. So "Death Gaze" is a good choice."

Shaoke felt that the mage said almost the same as he thought at the beginning, but he still didn't know what special effects this spell had. "But what special effects this spell has? Although I haven't practiced for a long time, I didn't notice any other effects at all."

The mage shook his head, "The mages of the advanced level of this 'death gaze' all know that when they were working in another army, a sixth-level mage told me." The third-level mage looked dazed, "Although many advanced mages know the effect of this spell, but facing the increasingly complex meditation methods that failed many people, I don't know if I can still learn the advanced spell of 'death gaze'."

Shaoke turned his staff and said, "What you said is that some advanced mages do not have the ability to learn its subsequent spells?"

"No, the special thing about it is that it can outline its complete magic array in the meditation space, and maintain it with mental power or magic power for a long time. At that time, it can almost be said to be able to instantly fire this spell, and the mental power and magic consumed are only twice as much as the spells of the same level." The third-level mage looked at Shaoko, who was a little impatient and shook his head: "You should learn to wait because you are a mage."

Shaoke curled his lips secretly and said, "If you told me earlier that this spell has such a skill, I would still be impatient."

"If I want you to teach me how to maintain this magic circle in the meditation space, what price will it cost?" Shaoke looked at the mage who had been smiling in front of him and wanted to know the price he might pay.

The third-level mage shook his head, pointed to the robes between each other and said, "No, we are the wizards who are affiliated with the military headquarters at the same time. The color of our robes is the same. How could you pay the price?"

Shaoke couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Then can you give me this skill now? After all, we are all companions." He said, looking at the mage in front of him with hope.

After the mage looked at Shaoke's expression, the corner of his mouth twitched a few times, "Mage Xueye, as long as you are sure to be able to join our army after being promoted to a third-level mage, I think I am very happy to tell you that way."

After hearing the conditions proposed by the other party, Shaoke pondered for a moment: "Do you really need so many mages on the battlefield? If I remember correctly, mages on the battlefield are not allowed to attack ordinary soldiers, and the archers who can threaten mages will not deal with us mages. Why do you still need to try every means to win over mages to go to the battlefield? And there are also a lot of mages dead there."

The third-level mage smiled bitterly, "Do you think you can understand these situations with my level? I once asked a seventh-level mage, and the other party told me that only those 9th-level mages knew the specific situation of doing this. He just vaguely knew a little, but he didn't tell me too much." He sighed softly and turned the topic to the main topic. "Master Snow Night, where is your choice?"

Shaoke thought for a while and said, "Can you tell me some of the things you know? I think after the seventh-level mage tells you, I don't mind you spreading it among the insiders. Dear mage, what do you think?" Shaoke boldly asked this possibly dangerous question again, and waited for the other party's answer in a little uneasy manner.

"You are right. All the mages in this army know some things. We learned from the seventh-level mage that the mages who have not been on the battlefield will eventually be abandoned by those high-level mages, and both the mage union and the military mage group have this decision. However, these rumors are hidden from each other, not to mention that there are not many people who believe them." The third-level mage breathed a lot of relief after speaking, "And we don't know how long we have to stay in the army before there will be a phenomenon that we will not be abandoned by those high-level mages."

After saying that, the third-level mage shook his head. No matter Shao Ke was staring blankly, he took out a thick sheepskin roll from his arms, unfolded it and handed it to him, "This is a contract made by a seventh-level mage. After you have branded your spiritual mark, unless your strength is greater than that maker, even if you escape to the enemy country, I think we still have a way to get you back." He said and sighed softly: "I was threatened by the sixth-level mage to sign this contract. Until now, I still have to serve in this army until I become the fifth level, or to bring twenty third-level mages to this army before I can let me leave."

Shaoke took the contract handed over by the other party and checked it. The general content was the same as what the mage in front of him said, but it also set a period of time. Shaoke's agreement lasted for fifty years, and there were more benefits.

Shaoke found that after the number of levels is written, the medium auxiliary medicinal materials in this level are provided, and the premise is that the meditation space can withstand it. These benefits are all provided by this army alone and have nothing to do with the military headquarters. After a few careful readings, Shaoke nodded, "Just just put your own spiritual mark on it? Have you served in the army for at least fifty years?"

The mage nodded, "Yes, actually, I advise you to think clearly whether it is worth doing this. As for how long we mages are not sure at all, but the seventh-level mage knows it, but he never mentions this to us." The mage paused, "and we can't confirm whether this rumor is true at all."

Shaoke nodded, "But not only are you staying in the army, but the seventh-level mages are also staying in the army." After saying that, he quickly formed a magic structure, and then injected his mental power into it, he let the mark be branded.

As soon as the silver-white light ball fell on the parchment paper, the parchment began to burn slowly, and finally a small purple light ball formed in the sky, floating quietly in the air.

"If you really make a decision, then use your mental power to slowly guide the mark to any part of your body." The mage glanced at the light ball floating in the air in a complicated way, and joked: "If you brand it on your finger and don't want to come, just cut off that finger, haha!"
Chapter completed!