"It seems that there is no way we can come to a consensus," said Morton, slowly, "and let me see what kind of people this weakling's school can teach." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The Black Cloaks acted in unison after Morton said this—they weren't pure magicians, and they used their own force more than alchemy items and simple magic gathering abilities.

Helis and Hubert were pure magicians, and seeing the black cloaks begin to chant and chanting, Fitnair could see the magic rushing towards them, but the reaction was not very strong - perhaps because they were both students.

Compared to the two of them, Helis's chanting was more successful.

Fireballs and lightning surged from their hands, and as the chanting ended, they rushed towards the rushing black cloaks - the black cloaks were so fast that the chanting they used to gather power could not last long - this was the same in any world, the use of magic required chanting, and the energy generated by the chanting would be longer as the chant lasted longer.

As a person who could not use magical powers, Fettnay reached for a plant under her cloak - she was unable to use the master's skills in the summoning system at this time, because she was not sure what effect she would have on Herris and Hubert by using them to interrupt the convergence of these magical powers.

After all, these black cloaks don't exactly fight with magical powers, they also have knives and swords.

The same goes for Fitney.

Taking a deep breath, Fitnair threw the plant, and the black magic vine wrapped around the feet of a black cloak, instantly binding his feet, and he immediately tried to cut off the black magic vine with his sword, and Fitney's figure had already appeared in front of him - the long sword swung a beautiful sword flower.

At this time, Fitney's sword swinging action was less fancy, and it was no longer obvious that it was the sword skill of the nobles.

Fitnair slashed at the black cloak's hand, and the sword in the black cloak's hand fell to the ground with a scream, and she didn't stop, stabbing at his legs - blood splattered, and as she felt the blood spray on her skin, she felt her skin burning—but fortunately it was night, otherwise she would have been frightened by seeing what was in front of her.

The black cloak was wounded in the leg and fell unsteadily to the side, and Fitnair saw the sword he swung before he fell to the ground, and a clear trajectory passed in his eyes—a light step, not advancing but retreating. With both hands on the hilt, she thrust the sword into the black cloak's chest with all her might—at first she could feel the armor holding her back, then hesitated a little, and finally let out a low cry and increased the force.

She was clearly a girl who observed aristocratic etiquette every day a month ago, but now she has killed someone.

Feeling the black-cloaked figure fall to the side, Fitnair was in a trance, until the light from the moment Helis blocked a black cloak with a fireball that woke her up.

"Are you alright?" I know it's unacceptable, but you have to accept it," Helis looked at Fitney with some concern, and Fitney's appearance reminded her of herself a long time ago, "I'm sorry I was a little cold-blooded. ”

Fitney shook her head comfortingly, glanced at Morton, who looked at him calmly, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm too weak. ”

They didn't know who Fitney really was, but Fitney knew very well that these magicians seemed to be working hard to "fight" the nobles, and they were nobles themselves.

She can't be weak at this time.

Although Fitney defeated a black cloak, in fact, the battle went on a little hard, facing the experienced black cloak, even if both magicians had a certain potential, but it did not achieve good results - Helis looked at the situation with some anxiety, while resisting the attack of the pervasive black cloak, chanting a little unable to keep up.

The chant was interrupted by the sudden approach of the enemy.

"Hubert?" said Helis in surprise as Hubert suddenly appeared in front of her—the dagger of the black cloak that had suddenly approached her was about to stab herself, but it had pierced Hubert's shoulder blade.

"Concentrate!" Hubert called to Helis, who suddenly came to his senses and shot back with a spell.

They are at a disadvantage and are losing ground one after another.

Fettnay saw that Helis and Hubert were inexperienced magicians, and that they had to deal with the fast and powerful Black Cloaks—the Black Cloaks and the one killed by Fitnair had only lost four of them, but Hubert had almost lost his combat effectiveness—and his shoulders were constantly gushing bright red blood.

Helis and Fitney were also injured, but the most troublesome thing was not the wound but the fact that as women, they had limited physical strength, and Fitney was still a girl who fought with a sword.

"Fitney, you have exceeded my expectations. Finally the three were cornered in front of a huge beech tree, and Morton looked at Fitney and beckoned, his voice unexpectedly soft, as if looking at his own little sister, full of care—the black cloaks only surrounded them with understanding, and did not continue to attack.

Fitney didn't speak, his eyes darkened.

"Enough of the game. Morton said suddenly, his soft tone suddenly turning cold.

"I'm so sorry. "Ed and Morton are really brothers...... Fettnay thought to herself, but did not show it, she did not have the extra strength at this time - she supported the beech wood with her hands, and said suddenly.

"No need to apologize...... "Helis helped Hubert, thinking that Fitney was talking to her, "at least survive first." ”

Fitnair ignored the misunderstanding, and it was only then that Helis realized that she was looking towards a place where no one was - Morton looked at her, and did not know what the girl meant by what she had said when she looked at No Man's Land.

"It seems that it is unbearable, so it is over. Morton said, as the Black Cloaks moved forward.

The atmosphere was as solemn as the descent of a knife blade on a guillotine, slowing down thousands of times.

The expression on Fitney's face at this time seemed to mean that he wanted to face death calmly, but in fact, no one could see "him".

"As a summoner, I'm set up to be a being who 'serves the master', and I'm very surprised to be so satisfied with my exploration of this world," a gray-haired old man said in a calm voice as he watched from Fitney, "and the rest, I'm sure you can do it, and there will be a time later, Lornais." ”

Fitney curled the corners of his mouth and slowly stretched out his hand.

Darwin's figure slowly faded, and the old man, who had never forgotten to explore, smiled with satisfaction—the feelings for Hermes and Fitney were cordial, and for Darwin, her admiration for him in her heart had always existed, and it would grow stronger and stronger.

"Alright, Morton, let's talk about it again. Seeing Fitnair raise her hand a little inexplicably, Morton was silent, and she spoke at this point.

As she spoke, the forest resounded with the sound of beasts trampling the ground, and in the distance a halo of light could be seen running from afar—a sacred creature that belonged to the forest.

Undoubtedly, it is the unicorn - the pure white fur that illuminates the area, and the feeling of sacredness rises in the heart.

The unicorn was nothing sacred and gentle to the Black Cloak - it was also a powerful warrior in the forest, so as it scurried into the crowd, they got out of the way, and the unicorn made its way to the position of Fitney and the others - and at the same time both Helis and Hubert felt a soft force that carried them on the unicorn's back.

"Stop them!" Morton snorted, thinking of the meaning of the unicorn's appearance.

But the black cloaks were powerless to stop - the unicorn hissed, stepped forward with both feet, and the wind blocked their approach, and it swooped down quickly into the forest!

"Let's go!" Fitney said loudly to the unicorn as he saw Morton's expression grow gloomy.

"What are you talking about?" Helis reacted quickly and turned to look at her.

"Go!" said Fitney again, this time with an unmistakable majesty in her voice.

It all happened quickly, almost in the blink of an eye—Morton's face turned ugly, he didn't speak, his fingers extended—and Fitnair could see the magic gathering rapidly, a strong reaction accompanied by a powerful energy.

But his chanting was interrupted - vines burst out from beneath the ground, dragging Morton into the air and hoisting him!

Morton snorted, and the black cloak quickly stepped forward to cut the vine - he landed with ease, and then Fitney was clasped by a black cloak.

"Kill her. Morton said.

"Huh. Annoyingly, a soft voice sounded - Morton and the black cloaks immediately turned their heads to find that at some unknown moment, a man had appeared on a large rock in this clearing.

Fitney was also a little surprised.

"Who are you?" Morton looked at him, wary.

The man had long lake-blue hair, a white robe similar to that of an ascetic, and his eyes were blue gems, which reflected the figure of each person clearly, and he heard Morton's voice and replied gently, "I am Merlin." ”

They were surprised, and Fitney was even more surprised—she was desperate to remove Darwin and resummon the summoner.

But she didn't expect it to be this person.

King Arthur's mentor, Merlin - perhaps because of his presence as a legendary magician, he can even appear in front of people.

"Maybe you haven't heard of me—but that's okay," Merlin said softly, slowly standing up, and although he didn't seem to be able to threaten anyone, Fitnair could see that the convergence of magic suddenly became wonderful, and instead of forming a whirlpool towards Merlin, they danced like elves to Merlin's will, "Well, what do you mean, an unyielding girl like King Arthur." ”