The moment Zuo Lin and Offen met their eyes, they both saw some strange emotion in each other's eyes. Perhaps, this sentiment can be described as admiration for an opponent worthy of respect and anticipation of the fierce and jīng color battle that is coming.

A seasoned fighter will always find ways to put himself in an advantageous position and gain an advantage in various ways. And that's exactly what Zolin and Orpheum did.

Of course, Zuo Lin wanted to attract Offen to appear, so he broke into the center of the area where the Dark Council was now entrenched, and put on a posture on the parking lot in front of the supermarket to fight a good fight, but Zuo Lin was not the one who preceded his brain. Offen came around the parking lot and immediately felt a strange fluctuation and smelled a strange smell. It turns out that the trees and flowers planted in and around the parking lot in and around the supermarket in order not to violate vegetation management regulations have been completely transformed into magical creatures that the druids loved and are more convenient for cāo, but they have not changed in appearance. Those who are a little sluggish to energy fluctuations will never be able to detect this small change that would have cost them their lives in actual combat. And in the surrounding air, there are a considerable number of various types of spores...... Fungal creatures are ever-changing, with a variety of forms and functions, and druids are people who can fully exert their various functions. The spores themselves can be suspended in the subtle flow of air, and are used to sense any movement around them. And a comprehensive grasp of the situation is precisely the advantage that every veteran fighter will want to grasp first.

Orpheum is a more sophisticated guy. After all, he had enjoyed a long life to the point where he was bored, and the battles in his life, large and small, had already allowed him to instinctively choose the right strategy. Although he was now able to control such a small group of werewolves and devil contractors of the Dark Council, on the one hand, if the other party did not respond appropriately to it when the other party came to the door like this, it would damage his face and authority. After all, the Dark Council is not the same as the Druid Council. In the Druid Council, when they encounter an enemy that cannot be defeated and there is no reason to fight, such things as running away are commonplace, and everyone is joking at best, but in a hierarchical place like the Dark Council, if Orphein, as the director of the necromancer, does not face it in person, there are many strange things behind it. But Orphen was not reckless, and even if he did not participate in the battle, he could at least sweep the formation, and put pressure on Zorin and Sophocles in another way. Following Orpheum's instructions, the men formed several overlapping arcs from several directions, encircling them from all sides, leaving only a small angle. As if mocking the two people in the encirclement: "Run, this is the last way out." "The so-called siege of the master must be convulsed, that's it, just to avoid the other party from fighting to the death when there is no way out, but as experienced as Offhin must have left a back hand behind the small open opening.

"Offen?" Seeing that the tall figure walked out from behind the corner, standing unhurriedly about twenty meters away from him, Zuo Lin pursed his lips and asked. Orphen really doesn't look like a necromancer, perhaps, in those European fantasy, all the necromancers are described as scrawny, with a gray face and a peculiar stench of corpses, who always cover themselves with cloaks, hide from people's eyes, and hide in the corners is indeed a bit biased. But after all, it was the image of most of the necromancers that those families, or the supernatural and practitioners who wrote about it, and they absolutely could not have predicted the existence of a necromancer like Orphein.

If there is any difference between Orphein's current appearance and that of a tall, muscular middle-aged blonde man of the Nordic race, it may be that his face is slightly pale, showing an "unhealthy" green sè, and his hair is also very dry, if not obviously oily, it may be tangled into a ball of straw. After all, for a person who is already dead, it is important to keep the hair nourished...... It's kind of incredible.

Orphen responded with a disapproving smile and said, "I am, come to me?"

"Yes. Hopefully, you will give up spreading the virus. This virus, I am afraid, is not good for the vast majority of ordinary people, or for you and the dark council you represent. Zuo Lin said bluntly.

"yes. I'm also very sure of that. Orphen smiled and said, "But in what position do you want me to do anything?"

"Well, there's always a traditional way to decide this, isn't it?" Zolin felt, as if Orpheum was here to fight, and this guy didn't seem to care at all what he was fighting for.

Just as the two exchanged a few simple words, Sophocles, who was leaning on the side of the jeep and seemed to be leisurely playing with the data terminal in his hand, had already informed the "colleagues" who were preparing at the predetermined location of the current situation. The large number of cultivators from different organizations, under the command of Constantine, were divided into several directions and surrounded in a thorough manner. The people that Orfen arranged around him in order to deter Zuo Lin were more than an order of magnitude different in terms of number and combat effectiveness compared to the coalition led by a super-first-class master like Konstantin. Even, Konstantin's name can scare many of them.

If Konstantin is a super-first-class player, then Orpheum and Zorin, who quickly entered the battle, are now not many people in the world can understand the battle between them.

Both of them are supposed to be good at spell ranged and range attacks, but they are like two ordinary warriors fighting each other to the flesh. It's just that these two guys are so skillful and delicate in hand-to-hand combat, almost every movement, every joint turn contains some changes that make sense when you think about it, no one will think that it is a necromancer and a plant-based druid fighting, and their fighting style is really more skilled than those guys who are good at hand-to-hand combat.

Orphen had always liked to cast deadly spells in combat when the opponent had no time to dodge, but when one of his yīn shadow snipers was released with the fist wind, he found that it did not cause any reaction. The spell that seemed to be a small cloud of black smoke slammed into Zuo Lin's body, and then disappeared. He was startled, swished back a few steps, and confronted Zuo Lin again a little distance away. He took a closer look and found that all the clothes on Zuo Lin's body that looked ordinary were made of materials that were sensitive to the power of nature, and now, inspired by the power of nature, such clothes had become the most confusing and extremely effective armor.

"Hey, there's a hand. Orphen said appreciatively that he hadn't met such a person in a long time, not only for the precision of the fighting technique, but also for the sensitivity to use spells in the right places unconsciously. You must know that even the slightest fluctuation of the power of nature can completely make a senior mage like him feel nothing, what an accomplishment.

has seen through his own defense, Zuo Lin doesn't feel anything wrong, originally, this is not too complicated technology. Zuo Lin smiled and said, "Are you warming up?" A green light started from the top of his head, enveloping him inside, and when the green light receded, Zuo Lin was already wrapped in a layer of blue-gray shimmering metallic armor all over his body.

Orphenn's eyes narrowed, but he immediately noticed the difference. Although the spirit armor technique has different manifestations according to the different qualities of the object, the spirit armor technique will definitely not be able to condense such a metallic luster armor. Now I'm afraid it's a new type of armor-type spell developed by Zuo Lin himself.

"It's good to live long enough, it's really good to see a lot of new things. Orpheum said, shaking his head.

He pulled a small box out of his pocket and poured the powder into his hand, which drifted apart and swirled around him as he recited a lengthy incantation. Then, several bloody arrows erupted from his mouth, fusing with the powder, gradually fitting into Orphein's body to form a kind of armor with a pitted surface.

Salt Skin Stone Armor Technique?Zuo Lin's heart moved, and a seed turned into a long knife in his hand. Immediately, Offen across from him had an extra pair of barbed rings in his hand. When the two fought together again, anyone understood how much their "warm-up" had been retained just now. Zuo Lin Ping sprinted with a long blade, and every step on the concrete floor of the parking lot would stir up a crack, and the spider web-like cracks overlapped intricately, so that the traces of the gray figure were roughly shown to others.

And Offen actually took a step and directly locked the long blade in Zuo Lin's hand with the two rings in his hand. His body was pushed out by the powerful impact, and his feet left two shallow grooves more than ten meters long on the concrete floor.

This time in attack and defense, both of them showed such great strength, speed and judgment that the weapons in their hands that used spells to condense changes could not match such power at all, and they turned into dots of debris in an instant.

Each jumped out of the way, and the two of them invariably changed the same weapon in their hands again and attacked each other. There was another loud bang that made everyone within a few kilometers a little dizzy, and the weapons of the two shattered again. One move after another, and it seemed that the two spell masters were obsessed with this direct collision and the thrill of that moment that could determine the advantage and life and death. And this kind of battle with a lot of reduced technical content can't help but cause a pair of eyes from Sophocles who was standing on the sidelines.