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Zhang Mu is alone. If two or even more places need to be rescued by shadow magic, how will he solve it?
Also, if he planned to build a secret base somewhere and use shadow magic to make the base invisible, wouldn't he have to go back every few days to replenish his magic power?
How can there be so much idle time wasted?
In this upgrade, the former is temporarily helpless, while the latter has been dealt with.
The second-level shadow spell can solidify a certain area. The five senses of the creatures that enter it will be controlled. Unless Zhang Mu removes it himself or a magician several levels higher breaks it with brute force, the spell will remain in effect.
Is there any magician on Blue Star stronger than Zhang Mu?
The answer is no, so he can safely use the shadow technique to pull everyone in the arena in.
The only tricky thing is that they have just been promoted to magic and are not yet proficient in it, and there are too many people. It is not easy to control them all and not leave any flaws so that people can realize that they are in an illusion.
The audience and reporters were all ordinary people. It was easy for Zhang Mu to target hundreds or even thousands of them, but tens of thousands, or even fifty or sixty thousand...
It is inevitable that you will lose sight of one thing while focusing on another, and be discovered by someone who is in a hallucination.
Of course, after the game is over, they will realize from the on-site pictures released by various countries that what they saw was an illusion.
Zhang Mu didn't care what happened afterwards. He would give a reason, "I will lead your souls to the finals." If anyone noticed during the game, the lie would be self-defeating.
To ensure that this does not happen, the amplification magic circle is the key.
I am not skilled, but it is not a big problem. As long as the quantity accumulates to a certain level, rough operation will not affect it.
Zhang Mu acted quickly and had prepared all the materials early. In addition, the amplification array was one of the most basic and common magic arrays in the Thor continent, with simple lines, and it only took half an hour to complete.
After putting away the last magic crystal, he clapped his hands and stood up, looking at the closed door of the stadium: "Done, wait for someone to come."
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The sky was just getting light, but the audience who had been there all night were not at all listless. Instead, they put on their coats, and walked to the stadium in groups of three or five.
While chatting with their companions and family members about yesterday's competition, which player is expected to win and how fierce the battle was, they speculated on how today's game, which is the final, will proceed.
Some people think that a competition is just a competition and there won’t be any fancy moves. It will definitely be the same as the previous two days, where strength will prevail.
Others hold opposing views.
Competitions in magic academies are not just for deciding the winner, but should also have educational significance, such as teaching students unity and friendship.
Everyone around me laughed and said, what nonsense! You must have read too many novels.
As they chatted, the group, who were familiar with each other, did not rush to get in like they did on the first day, but entered in an orderly manner.
They all stood in their own positions and took out their cell phones and pointed them at the cloudless sky.
They were waiting for teams from three magic academies.
The contestants all entered the venue on broomsticks. Although they had watched it for two consecutive days, the audience still felt that they had not seen enough and hoped to take more photos of different flying postures to keep as treasures after returning home.
Soon, the morning sun appeared in the east, and a hint of golden light sprinkled on everyone's faces.
Just like the previous two days, the three teams flew from afar on broomsticks, against the light.
"Oh!" There was loud cheers and everyone was shouting the names of the players they supported.
The three teams smiled, shook their hands in response, and landed steadily on the wooden platform in the middle of the arena.
More than ten minutes later, the convoy arrived and the Queen, Toby and four others got off the car one after another.
After two days of intense competition, most of the five Hogwarts freshmen had been eliminated, with only Toby and Wino advancing.
Misha could have won, but her opponent was the strongest among all the contestants from the three academies.
Although her opponent was very strong, Misha still tried her best to deal with him, but unfortunately she lost after half an hour of persistence.
"Uncle Toby, come on, help Misha get revenge!" Amid the applause of the audience on both sides, the group came to the spectator seats and sat down. Misha immediately grabbed Toby's sleeve and said.
"I'll try my best." Toby watched Misha's fight. The opponent was very powerful, and he was not sure he could win.
Wino, who was sitting on the other side of Toby, glanced around: "Where's the principal? He arrived before us yesterday, why is he here today... oh?"
Halfway through the conversation, Dumbledore's figure emerged from illusion to solidity.
He first responded to the applause that almost shattered the air with a smile, and then released his magical power to imprison the hands of the audience who kept clapping.
The arena fell silent in an instant, and the old man slowly spoke: "Today is the final, and I am very honored to meet you gentlemen and ladies as the host.
First of all, I have to inform you that the venue will be changed, and the location is quite far away. "
Far away? How far can it be?
Not only were the audience confused, but everyone on the Queen's side was also discussing it with each other.
"Going back to Hogwarts?" asked Clessie.
"That's unlikely. If the finals are to be held at school, why come to Blue Star?" Misha turned around and replied.
"Stop guessing." Wino interrupted the two of them, looked at Mu Tai and said, "The principal is going to make an announcement."
"I know you all want to watch the entire game, so I will take you there, but... the way will be a little novel."
"Hmm..." Dumbledore stroked his white beard and remained silent for a moment, seeming to be troubled by how to explain it clearly. "Considering that the journey is indeed too far and your bodies may not be able to withstand it, I plan to take your souls with me."
"Soul..." The audience near the wooden stage looked confused. "Mr. Dumbledore, is the soul you are talking about the same as what we know?"
"Yes."
How can I take this thing away? Will something unexpected happen? For example, I can't return to my body?
Deng's speech was so shocking that the audience's brains were still trying to analyze and understand it, and no one spoke for a while.
Perhaps noticing everyone's doubts, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, there won't be any risks, and it's up to you to decide whether to go or not.
Oh, time is running out, you have to decide quickly, those who want to go can stay where they are, otherwise you can leave."
The crowded audience looked at each other, and then made a quick decision - go!
Only a fool wouldn't go!
Who is Dumbledore?
The headmaster of Hogwarts, a powerful wizard. If he wasn't easy-going, it would be a luxury for humans to even meet him. What do I have that's worthy of his covetousness?
In other words, with the horrific magic displayed by Dumbledore, if he really intends to do something, can I resist?
"Mr. Principal, I can't wait to embark on my soul journey!" The Queen always calls him "Mr. Principal" in public, and everyone follows suit.
"That's right! Let's get started!"
In the spectator seats, the butler behind the queen bowed slightly: "Your Highness, you..."
"Ah."
"Yes."
Dumbledore stood there calmly for five minutes before saying, "The audience members who stayed here all decided to go to the final on their own.
So……"
He held his right hand in front of him, and the teaching stick and staff appeared in the light: "Let's go."
The moment the words fell, everyone felt a sudden darkness in front of their eyes, but it only lasted for a short while, and distorted colors lit up around them.
Where is this? A space tunnel?
They felt nothing unusual in their bodies and they didn't feel uncomfortable, so they had time to look around.
It's very similar to the special effects in movies.
Looking at the complex colors mixed together around them, they couldn't help but recall the science fiction movies they had seen.
"Everyone, we're here."
The strange tones faded away instantly, and the normal world came into view again.
"God..." After coming back to his senses, the audience turned around and looked around, and they were very sure that their souls had traveled to another world, because the environment before them definitely did not exist on Blue Star.
They were standing in a primeval forest, with waist-high weeds at their feet and dense trees on both sides.
Strangely, the trees are not scattered in a disorderly manner, but rather seem to be planted by humans, arranged neatly on both sides and extending into the distance.
If it were just that, it wouldn't be surprising. After all, there are similar forests on Blue Star, and more than one.
They were certain that their souls had traveled through time because there was a towering tree as tall as the clouds on the horizon right in front of them.
Its crown is hidden in the clouds and cannot be seen by people, but its trunk is as majestic as the tower of ancient Babylon, like a wooden pillar supporting the sky. The lushness and density of the crown is not inconceivable.
"What is that?" The queen took a few steps forward, searching every corner of her mind for words that could describe it. "Is it... the World Tree?"
"All I want to know now is if we're at Hogwarts." Toby looked toward the tree.
"It shouldn't be." Wino stood side by side with him, also looking at the tree, "We have been in Hogwarts for almost a year, and we have gone out for classes. If there really is such a tall tree, how could we not see it?"
"Clap--"
Suddenly, there was a sound of clapping overhead. Everyone stopped exclaiming and looked up.
Dumbledore stood on a branch as thick as his thigh: “Enjoy the scenery and all. I’ll leave some time for you after the game is over.
Now, the game begins! "
"Start? Start what?" Toby and Wino, who advanced, looked around, looking for their opponents.
"Winning conditions: destroy the dragon and bring back the dragon's head." Dumbledore explained, "There is no limit to the method!"
The words were brief, and it sounded as if the mission was easy. However, Toby and Wino keenly perceived the blood and cruelty underneath.
What does no restrictions mean?
Does that mean you can attack other players?
"Let's go!" Dumbledore shouted.
Toby and the other man stopped thinking and did not ask for more detailed mission information. They quickly looked around, picked a direction at random and ran, soon disappearing into the woods.
Excluding these two people, two people from each of the other three colleges advanced, for a total of six.
The six people whispered with their professors for a while, then followed Toby and Wino's steps, rushed into the woods and disappeared.
Everyone left, and the audience couldn't help but talk about it.
They are going to kill the dragon, what should we do?
Everyone comes here to watch the game, not to wait for the results. Otherwise, I would just wait on Blue Star. Why go to another world?