"Boom~!" The main entrance of the tower floor fell, and then the dust overflowed.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the comers behind the gate, and their moods were different.

The aristocratic guests trapped on this level are all waiting for rescue to escape Thor's clutches. And Thor himself thinks that with such a big movement, it should be the main one who came this time, and I hope not to disappoint myself.

A brief moment later, a woman in a blue stand-up collared mage robe, a nobleman's sideburns coiled at the back of her head, and a jeweled wand in her hand, stepped through the messy door into the hall, her arrival causing everyone in the hall to exclaim.

Judging from her face and dress, she may be in her forties, but because she is well maintained, she still looks less than thirty. Thor knew that the crowd's exclamation was not because of her appearance, but because of her identity.

"Brute, let go of your hands, before you provoke me to be angry!" the woman took a rough look at the situation in the hall, and immediately turned to this side, pointing her wand at Thor, who was clutching Nadal's neck.

"Who is this old slut who crawled out of the grave?" Thor turned to look at a terrified aristocratic girl next to him.

"That's ...... Lady Sinelle" The girl was shaken by Thor's gaze, and subconsciously replied.

The girl's answer was obviously useless, and Thor was concerned about the other party's rank and family background, but fortunately, Thor soon had an answer.

"Mother... "Nadal was choked by the neck by Saul, and he could only use his toes to desperately tiptoe to the ground without suffocating to death. When he heard the sound of the door, he turned his head with difficulty, and when he saw the comer, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen his savior.

Thor also immediately realized, the two words of mother were enough for him to make a judgment, and the person who came was undoubtedly the daughter of the three elders.

As her footsteps approached, Thor couldn't feel any rank aura on her body, this woman should have a seventh-order or even higher strength. And she was supposed to be a mage with a staff, but she dared to approach the enemy, apparently without fear, Thor guessed warily.

"I don't know who you are, or even what you are, but if you still have the intelligence to understand what I'm saying, let go of your hand at once!" Senelle warned as she looked at Thor's human face and werewolf-like limbs.

Her son was in the hands of the enemy, and she was a little jealous after all, so she didn't dare to do it as soon as she came up, so she could only try to communicate first.

"Stay away from me, the smell of old man on your body has smoked me, go back and take a shower and put on some perfume before you come!" Thor grinned, revealing the smile of a small-town boy.

Sinille's expression was a little distorted for a moment, and the surging anger flashed, and she forced it back again.

"If you can't run away, there will be more strong people coming soon. Sinelle stared at Thor.

"Run? Why should I run? I haven't done what I'm supposed to do. No one in this world is innocent, including myself. Though I have never been a judge of any kind, today your son's life must atone for your father's sins. ”

"One of my beloved girls told me that people who are so sad that they cry first in their left eye, have you ever shed tears?"

"Do you love your son? Are you tormented at the moment? Have you ever lost? Have you ever been sad and hopeless? Have you ever lost all your thoughts in the dark night? Have you ever had the slightest compassion when you judge others at will and ruin their lives?"

"If you don't, or if you don't, then let me use my hands and my life to bury you and this filthy world!"

Thor's speech became faster and faster, and his whole person became more and more unstable, his breath suddenly soared, his bright eyes disappeared again, and his eyes were filled with blood mist again.

"Don't!" As if with a premonition, Sinelle's eyes were torn and she let out a terrible scream, finally looking like a mother.

Thor heard her cry, but he only smiled sadly, and his claws pulled hard, tearing off Nadal's head in his hand in an instant, and warm blood sprayed Thor and Siniel's faces.

The blood sprayed strangely, like water splashed into the air that suddenly stopped, and then slowly floated down.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to tear you apart!" said Sinelle, like a mad leopard, her robes agitating.

"Come, judge me with your cruelest and most vicious means!" Thor howled hoarsely.

"Bang!" Thor slammed headlong into Sinil, only to crash into a magic shield that suddenly opened with a dull crashing sound.

Sinelle teleported instantly, flashing behind Thor, wand flickering, incantation chanting.

Suddenly losing his sight, Thor didn't look for it, but instinctively rolled to the side in an instant, and then ran around in circles.

Wherever he passed, ground spikes, ice picks, and vine confinements scurried out of the ground one after another, but they were all dodged by Thor's decisive and rapid movement speed.

After recapturing his target, Thor charges again, but only pounces on the remnants left behind by the opponent's teleportation.

“...... Sister Annie, let's go help!" Lorna subconsciously looked at Anne Baez, and Chrissy turned her head to look. In terms of combat, Anne Baez, who is still experienced in actual combat, has more to say.

"I'd love to help, but I can't, my family is still in the main city. As soon as I stood with him, I was on the opposite side of the parliament and the aristocracy. ”

"And useless...... In this kind of battle, our two third-order can't even hold up for a round. The fifth order fights the seventh order, he is looking for death, or from the moment he stepped into this ball, he never thought of leaving alive. ”

Anne Baez covered her mouth, and her whole body trembled faintly, I don't know if it was because of shock and fear or some other emotion.

"Bang!"

Thor crashed into the magic shield again, to no avail, but he was undeterred and waited patiently for the next opportunity.

While Sinelle and Thor were whirling, they kept casting fireballs, ice arrows, vines, and sluggish spells, all kinds of tricks, but most of the spells were successfully dodged by Thor.

Although he didn't learn any magic skills during this trip to the magic academy, Thor still gained something in terms of understanding magic, at least he knew that any magic is not arbitrary, but needs to be aimed at like a bow and arrow.

When the question about aiming was first raised in a magic class, Thor made a joke.

"No magician can throw a fireball behind him without turning around and hit a target behind him. ”

"If it hits, there are roughly two possibilities, one is that his perception range actually covers your location, and the other is that he is lucky enough. This was the answer given by Mentor Moenger at the time.

This shows that there are several steps for a mage to attack an enemy. Whether it's a fireball or any other means, you first have to see the target to determine the location, and then cast a spell in a directional way, and when the magic flies towards the target, there is also the question of flight distance or the duration of the spell's effect.

It is said that excellent high-level mages can greatly reduce the casting process and time of this series of spells, but no matter how they compress it, the time difference in between will not disappear. As long as you leave the opponent's locked position before the spell arrives, you will be able to dodge the magic.

Thor is now relying on his own judgment, constantly expending his physical strength to be on the move, not staying in the same position for too long. Of course, it may not be realistic to use up the mana of a high-level mage on the other side, he is just waiting for an opportunity.

Although most of the magic was dodged by Thor, almost all the onlookers around could see that Thor had always been at a disadvantage, and even if Sinelle was close to him, the opponent had magic shields and teleportation to make effective defenses and dodges.

As for the attack, Sinelle has a wide variety of magic, but Thor can't take it lightly, otherwise if he is imprisoned, the battle may be over.

Thor's own attack is single, and he doesn't seem to have any other characteristics other than his extraordinary strength.

Just when everyone thought it was a war of attrition without suspense, Saul suddenly pulled out a longbow and hung a quiver on his shoulder, and then the scene began to get a little strange.

He seemed to have turned into a werewolf archer, like the elven rangers of the Old Kingdom, constantly attacking his opponents with arrows while running, but the archery was so-so and not accurate.

And Teemo, who was flying high in the air, had already joined the battle, and he knew very well that the boss had entered the desperate stage, and he could only keep attacking Sinirle with the wind blade from the sky, but with little effect, like scratching an itch.

Just as Thor's quiver shot out of the air and was about to replace it with a second bow and quiver, Sinelle suddenly teleported twice in quick succession to open up enough distance. Then her hands were relatively vain, and purple light filled her hands, as if some kind of big magic was brewing.

Purple mist suddenly filled the large space where Thor was, and it was obvious that Thor could not dodge this large-scale magic, and the hearts of Lorna and the others instantly hung in the air.

Then a large and violent fireball suddenly appeared out of thin air, and slammed into Thor in the purple mist at an extremely fast speed.

"Why didn't he get out of the way?" exclaimed Lorna.

"He ......" Anne Baez looked at Thor who was standing in the purple mist and doing nothing, and was also a little puzzled.

"I remember, Sinelle's official profession is an illusionist, and Thor has fallen for an illusion!" Anne Baez exclaimed, but unfortunately the fireball was surging and Thor was about to be hit.

At this time, Thor heard a faint quarrel coming from the exit at the bottom of the well.

It seemed that Shogues and Covier were arguing, and soon they were arguing from the ground to the bottom of the well, and Thor pricked up his ears to listen to a few words, but he could not hear the reason for the argument between the two.

After arguing a few words, Shogues habitually showed his man's banner, probably wanting to gain more voice and persuasion in the quarrel, but the next moment the shrill voice of Covier, who was angry, immediately rang out.

"Don't mention any men to this girl, every time you take off your clothes, you are as nervous as a guinea pig, not even a boy. ”

"Goo~!"

Thor let out a faint grunt from the corner, forcing his laughter so hard that he almost popped the flask in his hand.

The next moment...... No, I'm not fighting in the magic tower in the main city......?