Chapter 407 Breakthrough

After negotiating for a long time and finally fruitless, Lance finally lost all his patience. He turned around and didn't look at the magician at the gate. Instead, he picked up Cintra, held her at his arm, and then turned around again and headed towards the inside of the guild with no expression.

The magician saw Lance turn around and thought that the other party had retreated, but found that the other party did not want to leave, but was preparing to make a forced breakthrough. He sneered and said, "Are you an idiot? Breaking into the Sorcerers' Guild? It's really looking for death!"

Lanceli ignored him. After all, now he has come with carelessness. An agreement has been reached between the leaders of the three holy places, and then he went to the western continent to kill the powerful and evil heresy in order to protect the peace of the eastern continent. Now the guy who doesn't know the importance of the matter is blocking himself. Of course, he can ignore it in front of him.

The magician saw that Lance turned a blind eye to his words and was really angry. After all, which magician who can practice at the headquarters is not an excellent existence? In addition, the mage claims to be the person who handles the general affairs of the president, and his status can be seen.

"Hmm, ask for your own suffering." The magician looked at Lance contemptuously. Then he raised his hand and threw a 'exile' over...

'Exile' is a kind of nihilistic magic, which was once used to defend, but in fact, the most common use of 'exile' is to apply it to the enemy to limit the opponent's movement. Once exiled by magic, the victim will be gasified immediately. No matter how difficult it is to control his body, he can only be captured.

It is a profound 'exile', and the magician's strength of the high-level realm is revealed as soon as he comes up. Lance smiled, eliminating the action of raising his hand and still walking forward, but at the same time, there was a bright and noble light silver fighting spirit on his body.

With the pressure of the magician's palm, the magic applied instantly disintegrated and collapsed after hitting Lance's silver fighting spirit. The magician who cast the spell was devoured and was directly ounced out.

"Puffong"..."Hmm!!!" ...The magician's buttocks had a close contact with the floor, and the pain made him trembling. However, the mage, who was about 30 years old, did not care about rub the place where he fell, but looked at the teenager with a disbelief and said in a trembling voice, "You... are already the cultivation of the great swordsman?"

The gate of the Magician Guild has the effect of isolating sound, so although Lance successfully created a sound, the people inside only know that a strong man with at least a high level of cultivation is smashing the door. The specific realm is unknown. This responsible mage only takes this teenager as a talent. Tall and arrogant boy. Later, I learned that he was Lance, the first person in the talent war of the three holy places, and he was even more aware of his strength. In his opinion, this little guy dares to come here to make trouble, and naturally he will be punished, but he can't take action for no reason, so no matter how Lance explains, he won't come in to ask. Seeing Lance turn around and walk, he actually had some regret in his heart, but he didn't expect that the teenager did not retreat in the face of difficulties, but moved forward bravely.

According to the mage's idea, both of them are both in a high-level realm, but in the same level, the magician's advantages are self-evident, which is known to everyone. Although Lance has just won the championship of the three holy land genius battles, in the mage's opinion, the other party is still young after all, and his combat experience and understanding of the realm cannot be compared with the 'old man' like himself, so he took action excitedly... and then he was 'killed' miserably...

A 17-year-old swordsman scared the mage who fell to the ground, so the teenager walked into the guild, but he forgot to shout. Of course, although the magician's guild is relatively loose, there is no doubt that there are countless strong people among them. The brief confrontation at the door and the loud shouting attracted a lot of attention, so the moment Lance stepped into the guild, several nearby magicians came.

One of the mage holds a thick material file, and the other holds a test tube full of orange medicine. It can be imagined that these two were still busy doing their own things just now. Some people dared to break into the mage guild, which made them furious. They would rather put down the things at hand and come. Punish this stupid intruder.

Lance was still holding a child, so he could only stretch out his empty right hand and make a pause gesture to explain, but these mage who flew in, no matter how many, in their opinion, it is a heinous crime to interrupt their practice and research. No matter how many reasons you have, take it first.

So Lance didn't even have a chance to speak, and four powerful attack spells flew towards him. Lance sighed helplessly. In order not to scare the little Cinella in his arms, he didn't even hum. His right arm suddenly clenched, and the pale silver fighting spirit broke out violently and suddenly hit the front.

The powerful fighting spirit of the great swordsman collided fiercely with the spells from the four high-level magicians, and the two two dissipated. Lance's figure is still as stable as a mountain. In contrast, several mages who took action all hummed and trembled slightly because of the magic.

"It turned out to be a great swordsman..."

"At such an age, he is already a strong man at the division level!?"

How is it possible? The great swordsman?!" Several magicians showed incredible expressions one after another. The previous battle at the door was too short, so it only attracted the attention of the people inside, but it did not give these magicians time to feel the strength of the fighters. They were also shocked by Lance's young appearance and strong strength...

After being shocked, it is naturally impossible to shout out. Although the magician is noble, he is also human. Almost everyone has the idea of bullying the weak and fearing the hard, which is normal. No one will be excited to meet opponents who are much stronger than themselves. That kind of person is already few, and every time one appears, there will be one less...

It's just a pity that there are many powerful mages in the magician guild. This side has just finished the hand-up, and from the depths of the guild, there is more powerful breath flashing towards here. Even if Lance has three heads and six arms, he is definitely not enough to deal with it. In addition, he is still holding a child in his hand. Another main reason is that he didn't come to fight at all today...

At this moment, he finally understood His Majesty's concern. It seems that the president of the Magicians Guild is really a little different from ordinary people. Even if he really forgot that he would come today, but made such a big noise, as a magic tutor, how could he be? Will it not be perceived? However, I still don't see things developing in the direction of resolution. Instead, there is a growing trend...

Lance couldn't stand it anymore. He suddenly looked up and shouted, "Mr. Monroe! Have you had enough?!"

A loud shout resounded inside the magician's guild and kept echoing... The powerful mages forcibly stopped their steps. Some senior mages knew that the current visitors really had something to do with the president, so they didn't plan to go up and stir up the muddy water. Some mages don't know who Monroe is. After all, the president is really low-key. They just need to know that there is an unfathomable president of the Wizards Guild, but they don't need to know his name. However, at this moment, most people have stopped, and a few people who don't know their names will naturally not be stupid enough to continue to do it.

The interior of the Magician Guild was quiet for a while, and no one did anything. Maybe the good play can't be staged at last, and the supreme who secretly watched the play can't help but feel bored and doesn't want to delay any longer. A majestic voice sounded: "Bring him to the main hall..."