Kordak and Regner confronted Balor, while Annelot looked coldly at Fars, who was not far away. Near these people, DeVille looked at the scene in front of him with some bewilderment.

"Hey, don't you know anything about this?" asked Regner, looking at Deville suddenly.

Deville shook his head: "No, I didn't know this was going to happen today. ”

"And what about your position?" asked Kordak, as Barol and Fars alone would be enough for the three of them to drink a pot, not to mention the many archers standing around the mines, and if Deville had been added to the fire at this time, they would have been unlikely to survive this time.

DeVille hesitated for a moment, considering from the guild's standpoint, he should not hesitate to help Fars. However, due to his previous experience, he had become a little afraid of Annelot and Regner.

Although it seems that Fars and they have an absolute advantage now, his intuition tells De Ville that it is better not to offend Ragner and the others easily.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "Neutrality, I personally choose neutrality." I've known you once, so I don't want to hurt you, but I'm also a member of the Arcane Eyes, and it's impossible for me to be on your side. So, I can only be neutral. I hope you can understand. ”

"Of course, we totally understand. Kordak breathed a sigh of relief, although De Ville was not strong, it was only relative to Barol and Fars, even compared to himself, Kordak felt that he was not his opponent.

Fars glanced at DeVille lightly: "Then I think it is necessary for me to report your behavior to the guild, what do you say?"

"Then wait until you have the time to report it!" said Anne Lott coldly.

The girl's long ice-blue hair fluttered up, and she quickly chanted a spell, blessing herself with a flame protection barrier. Since the opponent is a flamer, it is undoubtedly necessary to pay attention to the protection of fire-based spells.

Next, she didn't stop and directly performed an ice pick technique.

Tiny ice picks flew towards Fars with a bone-chilling air, but Fars, who was also a magician, was naturally not to be outdone.

He blessed himself with a frost protection barrier and stone skin spell, and the ice pick blowing on his fat body had no effect at all. The cold was cut off by the Frost Protection Barrier, and those ice picks didn't even scratch Fars' skin under the stone skin defenses.

After taking Annelot's first spell rush, Fars also began his own attack. It's just that instead of casting a spell, he took out an oil pot from his dimensional pocket.

It is filled with special fuel made by the Eyes of the Mystic, which not only burns extremely hot, but also lasts incredibly long.

Fars tossed the oil pot into the air, then made a flame and lit it up.

The fuel in the pot began to burn violently, and the small space of the oil pot could not carry such a huge amount of energy.

Originally, the explosion was inevitable, but the violently burning flames seemed to be spiritual, and they spread slowly and obediently, forming a huge fireball with a diameter of more than two meters.

Annelot's eyes narrowed wide, and she began to try to remember what she had seen in the guild about Fars.

The Fire Control Hand, which is Fars' attribute ability, allows Fars to control the shape of the flames at will, making them change into the shape he envisions in his mind.

If we use an analogy, flames, something that ordinary people cannot control, are like plasticine in the eyes of Fars, who makes it round and square, and can knead it at will with his own will.

Annelot's face became solemn. She had already consumed nearly half of her mana in the battle with the orcs just now, and now that she was fighting with Fars, her mana would undoubtedly be a little tight.

However, his opponent directly used fuel to create a large amount of flames, and then used his mental power to control and attack, and the mana consumption rate of this method was simply outrageously slow. It can be seen that if you fight for consumption, Annelot will definitely lose.

"Annie!" Regner also saw that Fars was not easy to deal with, and he was a little worried about Annelot's safety.

"Don't worry about me. Anne Lot said lightly, she first took out a bottle of magic potion that Deville gave her and drank it, and then the girl also used her cryogenic field to reduce the lethality of the Fars flame.

"Oh, my junior brother, didn't the teacher teach you not to be distracted when fighting?" Barrol's voice rang out behind Regner.

Regner stabbed in reflexively without thinking. But Barol clearly anticipated Regner's movements, and his left-handed longsword blocked Regner's flaming blade.

Kordak made a move as Barol approached Regner, swinging his two-handed sword and slashing straight down, but Barol blocked Kordark's two-handed swing with only the long sword in his right hand.

Balor's face turned slightly pale, although the difference in the level of fighting spirit brought a considerable difference in strength. But as an assassin who focuses on speed and a warrior like Kordak who takes a fierce route, it is still a little difficult to fight hard.

Kordaq was stumbled by Barol's vigorous block, and just as his center of gravity was steady, Barrol's vindictive knee hit him in the abdomen, and the strong man immediately flew out, fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of bloody lunch.

Regner, on the other hand, was much more agile, and he immediately lunged forward to escape from Barrol's side with a missed hit, throwing smoke grenades as he rolled on the ground.

By the time the smoke cleared, Regner's figure had vanished, and he had once again entered a stealth state.

Kordaq also stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, as if the attack just now was like tickling.

"That's what makes it interesting. Balor said with a smile as he pulled up a few sword flowers.

Anne Lot moved as fast as she could, each of her landings bombarded with small fireballs half a second later.

The huge fireballs above Farrs' head were gone, and those flames had now turned into hundreds of small fireballs the size of a fist under his control. They floated lightly in the air, exuding an astonishing temperature, and every second several small fireballs flew towards Annelot.

Fars was a little surprised by the girl's physical ability, he didn't expect this delicate beautiful girl to have athletic abilities that didn't belong to low-level warriors.

If it was an ordinary low-level warrior, he would have turned into scum under his indiscriminate bombardment. However, Anne Lot is a mid-level mage, and although she can also take fireball attacks because she can't dodge, but with the help of the flame protection barrier, the girl is still unharmed.

Annelot was running and muttering, and though the dash and wheezing slowed down her spell speed, two seconds later, a bolt of lightning flashed out of her hand and flew towards Fars.

The lightning with a violent current was about to hit Fars, but a magic light curtain shrouded Fars's body, and the electric light hit the magic light curtain, causing the light curtain to fluctuate, and when the lightning that really passed through the light curtain hit Fars, it only made him scream, and it didn't seem to cause much damage.

Fourth-level spells, secondary spells are void enchantments, this spell can form a ball of light that suppresses the magic power of level 3 and below. And the third-level spell lightning beam is ineffective because of its existence.

The pain from the faint electricity distorted Fars's countenance, and as a pampered genius mage, injuries and pain were very foreign to him. And today, he, the pride of the sky, was injured by the girl in front of him?

"To hell with it!" Fars cried hysterically, his mental power surging wildly, urging all the fireballs to blast towards Annelot.

Faced with the more than a hundred small fireballs that were about to come, there was not a trace of panic in Annelot's eyes.

"Secondary spell nullification enchantment, stone skin ...... Counting the time, he can cast another elemental protection enchantment on himself. Anne Lot silently calculated the effect of Fars' magic, and then began to try to deal with Fars's next wave of magic bombardment. She calmly continued to cast the spell, first replenishing herself with a new flame

Protective enchantment, and then added a flash to himself.

Flash, a spell that allows mages to travel between normal and aetheric space, with which Annelot dodged most of the earth's fireball bombardments. The few remaining fireballs were also resisted by the Flame Protection Enchantment.

The bombardment of the fireball brought up a huge amount of smoke, and no one could see what was going on in the smoke screen of Annelot.

Fars looked at the smoke screen with hatred, and the woman must have been turned into a mangled corpse under such a bombardment, right? What a pity! Such a perfect face, such a sexy body, was ruined by me before I could have a good time.

Just as Fars was about to watch Barrol's battle, the sound of Annelot chanting a spell rang out from the smoke again.

Fars's heart was beating wildly, he didn't expect that even under such an attack, Anne Lot was not dead, and even had the strength to fight back!

Fars heard Annelot's spell and quickly cast it, and he could tell from the spell that Annelot was just a normal fireball spell. Although the secondary spell invalidation enchantment was still there, for the sake of insurance, Fars still felt that it was safer to replenish a flame protection enchantment for himself.

A huge fireball flew out of the smoke screen, and Fars couldn't help but be terrified when he saw it.

This fireball was upgraded with a super magic spell, making the original third-level fireball spell become a fourth-level spell. In this way, the secondary spell nullification enchantment has no effect. But the Fireball Technique was destined to not be able to hurt him, because he still had a flame protection enchantment on his body!

The speed of time seemed to slow down, and Fars felt that he could clearly see the arc of the fireball as it flew in the air, and even the dancing of the flames on the fireball.

The fireball was getting closer and closer to him, and a strange feeling came over his face, and Farston's face changed wildly because of it. Because, this fireball does not come with any high temperature at all, but is absolutely cold, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice!