Maybe it was the silver heavy armor cast with hideous spikes in the moonlight that was too eye-catching, or the blood-colored greatsword that left too deep an impression on Morin, or maybe the previous inexplicable definition of "a person who is good for nothing but neat looking" made the boy angry, in short, he recognized the figure like a silver meteor at the first time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Minelma!" Morin thought to himself, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that Mr. Honorom should be nearby, and now it was finally safe.

The unstoppable silver meteor was falling so fast that in an instant, it had already hit the top of the vicious old man's head, and Minelma, who was hidden in the hideous armor, held her blood-colored sword high, and slashed at the old man like a god of war with the momentum of the fall.

Just when Mo Lin thought that the vicious old man would not have time to react, and was directly torn in half by the sharp blade and the cold frost sword qi, the old man suddenly moved, and his reaction was not like a drooping old man at all.

I heard him roar hoarse but poignantly: "Damn it!!!", and quickly raised the dead wood short staff, and at the same time, a magic card rushed out of his arms, staying on his chest, releasing a pale yellow light, at the same time, there seemed to be a hemispherical transparent barrier around the old man, reflecting a trace of moonlight, like a cover to buckle the old man in the middle.

Pale yellow magic cards, three-ring protective magic, this old man who looks like rotten wood is actually a sixth-order mage, or a higher high-level mage? Mo Lin was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if the gargoyle can deal with the fourth-order mage, then the sixth-order mage, or even a higher high-level mage, is another existence, and the gargoyle is really not expected to win.

At this moment, the young man only had time to turn this thought in his heart, and then Minelma's blood-colored greatsword collided with the old man's protective magic.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and under the moonlight, in the ancient Gangdi forest, a circle of shockwaves visible to the naked eye burst out, and the moonlight scattered and twisted at the edge of the shockwave, spreading out like a huge wave, beating at the dense trees, accompanied by a piercing roar, and the sound of the trees swaying and branches breaking.

Merlin felt only a pain in his ears, and then the oncoming air currents pressed him tightly against the trunk of the tree, and even his chest was squeezed so that he could not breathe. He tried to open his eyes, and what he saw was a picture that seemed to freeze frame: Minerma, dressed in silver heavy armor, hung in the air, holding the big sword with both hands against his body, the blood-colored greatsword that exuded frost sword aura was so sharp, and the whole falling momentum seemed even more irresistible, compared to the thin transparent barrier maintained by the vicious old man, the fragile bubble seemed to burst at the touch of a button.

But after the impact, the seemingly fragile barrier was not broken, but only trembled slightly, but Minerma, who was dressed in heavy armor, was bounced out, her body spun in the air for a few weeks, and suddenly froze, making a sound of armor rubbing, and a circular pattern of more than a meter outlined by crimson lines appeared on the soles of her feet out of thin air, holding her in mid-air. Although the pattern of thin lines is thin and flat, it somehow holds up Minerma and her heavy armor.

This is the dazzling barrier condensed by Minelma, similar to that of Papa Pike and Mr. Lawson, but the color is different, the boy thought with wide eyes and envy, and I don't know when I will be able to do this, walking and running freely in the air.

Minerma, who had stabilized her figure, did not attack immediately, she stood in mid-air, her feet were dazzling, most of her cheeks were hidden in the heavy silver helmet, only thin lips and a pair of sharp eyes were exposed, and she said coldly: "Run, why don't you escape?" Let us chase you all the way from the border of the Land of the Dead to the remote wilderness of the Duchy of Lothar, you ran very fast, and we didn't catch you yet. Twelve years ago, the Duke of Lothar was bloody, and it has something to do with you. ”

"I ...... I don't know...... What are you talking about. The old man replied hoarsely as he maintained the transparent protective barrier, his dim and vicious gaze wandering, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Are you pretending to be stupid?!" Minerma's eyes were cold, she raised her big sword, and slashed at the old man again, "In order to track down you mouse, I can't even sleep a good night's sleep on the way, I don't have anything to eat, and I can't even take a good shower, it's unforgivable!!"

Morin on the side was already dumbfounded, and he didn't know whether he was amazed by Minelma's fierce attack like a rainstorm, or surprised that she looked so cold and murderous.

"Let's see how long your turtle shell can top. Under the moonlight, the silver heavy armor shone with an icy glow, and the fine ice crystals fell like sand, and Minelma shouted as she swung her blood-colored sword and slashed at the transparent barrier of the vicious old man, although not as violent as the original collision, but still broke out with a crisp sound.

The vicious old man inside the barrier seemed to be struggling to support, he clenched the deadwood cane, desperately guiding the pale yellow card on his chest, although every time the big sword landed on the barrier, the old man's body would tremble, and his face showed pain, but under the old man's maintenance, the transparent barrier still did not move.

Merlin stared at his dark blue eyes, carefully looking at the battle in front of him, and couldn't help but feel blood surging in his heart, Minelma's strength should be even more powerful than Daddy Pike, I don't know how it compares to Grandpa. Barron's future battles should be like this, fighting at close range with weapons is much more bloody than the priesthood.

But gradually, the boy felt that there was something unusual in front of him.

"But how does that wicked old man seem strange...... What the hell is weird...... As if understanding something, Merlin shouted to Minerma, "Be careful!

Before he could finish speaking, the scene inside the transparent barrier changed. Look at it again, where is the old man struggling to support. I didn't know when, in addition to the card that maintained the mana barrier, there was a pale yellow magic card floating around the old man, and from the light released by that card, it was clear that the spell model had been activated.

Minelma, who was misled by the illusion, was still holding a big sword to slash at the transparent barrier at this time, and without warning, a crimson fireball suddenly appeared close to her, and the violent fireball extended a tongue of fire, whistling towards her, and the inertia had made her unable to withdraw the big sword to resist, so she could only turn sideways as much as possible, trying to dodge this fireball, but it was too late.

The next moment, the ferocious fireball was about to hit Minelma, and then burst open and engulf her in flames, and Merlin could even see the blazing flames reflected in her eyes, and the extra panic in her cold, knife-like gaze.

But the next moment that Morin had a premonition did not come.

If his mental power was several times stronger, the boy might be able to sense what was happening at this moment.

A long arrow, a long green one, came from the darkness.

If Minelma was like a silver meteor by falling before, then this arrow was like a turquoise lightning, and the fast sight had no time to catch it. The arrow passed through the woods, flashed in the moonlight, grazed Minelma's shoulder, and then passed through the center of the fireball, and then crashed into the transparent barrier maintained by the malevolent old man.

Merlin felt a shadow pass through the corner of his eye, and then Minerma's figure disappeared behind a flash of fire. His heart tightened, but tragedy did not happen. After the flames, Minerma, who was wearing silver heavy armor, was still intact, and the hideous silver armor shone in the afterglow of the flames, as if the god of war had descended into the world.

The reason why the boy was worried was that he didn't realize that the long arrow before had already disturbed the spell model of the fireball, and the seemingly bursting firelight was just the result of the magic power that was no longer imprisoned by the spell model dissipating in an instant, and it had no effect except lighting.

At the same time as the firelight dissipated, the venomous old man's painful roar was heard in the shadows, and the long green arrow was stuck in the old man's shoulder, and the blood-stained arrow had penetrated the old man's body, piercing him. The transparent barrier that had not moved under Minelma's stormy attack before was shattered piece by piece like a broken eggshell in front of that seemingly brittle feathered arrow.

Minerma, who came back to her senses, did not hesitate at all, the blood-colored big sword turned lightly in her hand, picked up the dead wood cane in the hands of the vicious old man, and then turned into a swing, and the heavy big sword slapped on the old man mercilessly, and the sound of bones breaking came, and the old man in a black robe was slapped into the tree, falling heavily, and there was no sound again.

Resolved the battle cleanly, Minelma did not immediately go to check on the old man's situation, but first glanced at the two druids who were watching not far away, did not say anything, and then turned his head to look at Morin, who was still leaning against the trunk of the tree, and said coldly: "Little ghost, I can see you anywhere, hmm...... Also, thank you just now for reminding me, how did you see through that old man's illusion just now?"

Unexpectedly, he would be praised or even thanked by the cold-looking Minerma, the young man's face was slightly red, and he waved his hand awkwardly, and he was a little choked for a while: "Ah...... Haha, no need...... It felt a little strange just now, plus he had used illusions on me before, so it was easy to think of it. ”

"Is it easy...... Minerma's face darkened, and she thought to herself, how could I not notice it at all, are you sarcastic about me when you say this, are you sarcastic about me......

But Merlin didn't notice her face, otherwise he might be worried again, his gaze at this time had already turned to the forest, the direction where the shadow-like feathered arrow flew. Under the moonlight, a cloaked ranger figure stepped out of the forest. Behind the figure was a longbow, its dark green arms curved elegantly, the bowstring made of unknown materials, shining silver in the moonlight.

"Teacher Honorom, it's you, that arrow just now is really powerful!" said Merlin excitedly, waving his hand excitedly.

Honorom nodded to Merlin and was about to speak, when Minerma's cold and stubborn voice sounded next to him: "I could have taken care of him by myself without your help." ”

The gentle middle-aged ranger smiled helplessly, and without arguing, he asked Merlin, "You just said that the mage used illusion on you, what happened? How did you come to this place, did the mage bring you here, and did you suffer any harm?"

Hearing Mr. Honorom's inquiry about him, and feeling the concern in his words, Morin only felt a warmth in his heart, and he was about to answer, but he found that he seemed to lose his voice, because he saw a scene that frightened him.

While everyone's attention was focused on Morin, Morin saw that the vicious old man who didn't know how many bones had been broken and should have been lying on the ground, was dying, and he had been floating silently in the air at some point, like a ghost, without attracting anyone's attention. He even had a long arrow from Mr. Onorom stuck in his shoulder, oozing blood. And the old man's eyes shone with such a vicious light, full of resentment and hatred, as if a withered hand of fear firmly captured the young man's neck, making him unable to speak.

The first time he noticed Morin's anomaly, Honorom hurriedly followed Morin's gaze and turned to look, only to see a huge fireball bursting with strange turquoise flames rushing towards him. With a wave of his hand, he took off his longbow from behind his back, drew a feathered arrow from under his cloak, and bent his bow and arrow, and without stopping, the feathered arrow flew out between the lightning and flint, piercing through the turquoise fireball.

The arrow disappeared into the night sky through the turquoise fireball, but the fireball did not burst into a loose firelight like before.

"Oh no, it's illusion again. The hasty reaction obviously affected Honorom's judgment, and it wasn't until an arrow was fired that he realized the old man's illusion, but it was too late to fire another arrow, so he could only shout, "Minelma, be careful......"

Before he could finish speaking, the illusion of the green fireball dissipated, and Minerma, who had just turned her head, saw an invisible black light coming in the night, and it seemed that even the moonlight and starlight were not visible everywhere she passed.

There was no time to dodge, and she didn't know how to block it, the blood-colored greatsword seemed so cumbersome at this moment, she opened her mouth wide, as if she wanted to gasp, as if she wanted to shout.

But the black mang will pass by her.

Minierma breathed a sigh of relief if she didn't hit. But for some reason, at this moment, her heart sank slowly, slowly, slowly.

She turned her head a little with difficulty, looked behind her uneasily, and saw the figure of the tall, young man in the wisps of moonlight, slowly falling behind her.

"Maureen-!!"

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