Only one day later, the originally peaceful dwarf high hill underground was already in flames, but fortunately, the ancient dwarves had extremely advanced technology, and they were still extremely strong after being bombarded by so many saint-level powerhouses.

Let's not talk about anyone else, Olaf is getting more and more uncomfortable here.

Even with the powerful power source of the dragon clan, it is difficult to compete with the other party. After all, his own realm is not as good as others, and the other party is also an elf clan, and with the blessing of annihilation, Olaf is losing and retreating.

Fortunately, Olaf has not been messing with Garrea in vain in the past few months, and he has learned less about the true meaning of magic, and even some special magic, so as to avoid the fate of being killed in seconds.

Speaking of the understanding of the true meaning of magic, part of the memory brought by the blood of the demon dragon is not absent, but it is not very clear, after listening to Garrea's explanation for a few months, Olaf can be regarded as a little enlightened.

Seeing that Olaf, who was obviously one realm lower than himself, had been bouncing in his hand for so long, the elf was a little angry, and with a loud shout, his hand suddenly shone brightly, and a magic spear shining with white light roared past and went straight to Olaf's door.

Originally, the elf relied on his own realm to be higher than Olaf, and he didn't seriously fight Olaf, but suddenly when he became serious, Olaf's pressure suddenly increased.

Looking at the whistling spear, Olaf was shocked into a cold sweat, it was absolutely impossible to touch it hard, and hurriedly stepped on the water and drifted sideways to avoid the blow.

It's light, but it's not simple, and the momentum of the spear alone makes Olaf's hairs stand on end, not to mention what happens if he is rubbed a little.

Between life and death, Olaf couldn't think too much, and he didn't dare to come out of a long breath, so he rolled on the spot and immediately raised his head. Sure enough, as soon as he raised his head and made another killing move, several identical light spears flew in.

Olaf was sweating profusely with a single spear, let alone many? At this moment, Olaf is eager to dig a hole in the ground and get into it, otherwise he will be killed sooner or later under this offensive.

Holes Olaf can't be dug out, but it's impossible to let him tie his hands and catch them. Although the realm gap seems a bit big, no one wants to die, and Olaf is naturally no exception.

With a hand, the black stick that had been taken out of the elven space reappeared in Olaf's hand.

"Ahh It was supposed to be a magic staff, but at this time, it was blown by the tiger of Olaf's dance, and those light spears flew onto the staff and splashed sparks.

Olaf is also not skilled in martial arts, and the staff has a sparkle of light, which is obviously also a form of magic.

The elf was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he was forced to hold Olaf at the beginning, but it was cracked in a blink of an eye, even if it was a realm away, he couldn't see through Olaf a little.

"You low-class race is a bit of a doorway, I underestimated you, but you will definitely not live for a minute." The elf said in a cold voice, and at the same time, with a single finger of his right hand, endless light flew through like a blade, covering the space around Olaf.

The brilliance was too dense for Olaf to dodge, so he could only continue to defend with his staff. Unfortunately, the power of this light was obviously stronger than that light spear, and in just a few breaths, Olaf's staff showed several scratches, which made his heart ache.

This staff was obtained by him after all the years of 'walking the streets and alleys' in the Black Wind Forest, and after so many years, this staff is not weak.

If you want to kill him, you have to destroy the staff.

Olaf's face darkened, remembering all the hardships of the past. Now it is not easy to return to the appearance of the ancestors thousands of years ago, and there are a little signs of prosperity, but they are blocked here by this group of crazy people.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and Olaf simply resorted to attack. You can't always be beaten passively, that elf is arrogant and abnormal, even if the realm is bad, you have to give him some color, let him know what is the dignity of a fallen elf.

In the midst of all the glory, Olaf barely protected his body with his right staff, and pushed forward with his left hand a small plain black sphere and slowly flew away.

The elf glanced at it, not feeling any danger, but just to be safe, a ray of light slashed and cut the black ball in half.

The already stable black ball was cut open in an instant, and a large area of boiling black mist burst out from the black ball, even if the elf was not too close to here, it was still stained with a few traces of black mist.

"Ahh A heart-rending cry came from the elf's mouth, and most of the areas contaminated by the black mist were burned, more powerful than ordinary flames.

The elf gritted his teeth and wiped his wound with his hand, and the burn gradually restored under the bloom of brilliance.

The damage caused by this black mist was not high, but the pain it brought really pierced the elf's heart. Unexpectedly, Olaf, who he called a low-level creature, had such a strange magic, and he just said that people would not live for a minute, and he was hit in the face.

"It's not good for you to provoke me." At this moment, the elf was not as domineering as at the beginning, but only spoke in a muffled voice, but it was not difficult to hear the incomparable anger contained in it.

Olaf couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and it was rare for him to catch a breath because the black mist elf stopped strangling him. Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle in my heart.

Emma, it's over, there's no body left. This is Olaf's thoughts at the moment, there is no way, this elf is not something he can provoke casually.

With a bang, the elf's surroundings were full of light, colorful glass, and it looked much more powerful than the monochromatic brilliance before. The others who were fighting in their respective battles were also attracted to the attention, wondering how Olaf had made him use this method.

Garrea and the Elven Grand Elder were in a difficult fight, and the strange fists and magic made his head grow for a while, and his face sank when he caught a glimpse of the glow.

This kind of powerful magic is not something that Olaf can do now. However, he only glanced at it, and the Elven Great Elder put a lot of pressure on him, and he couldn't be distracted at all.

Naturally, other people also saw this scene, but unfortunately they couldn't rescue it. is already understaffed, otherwise Olaf would not have faced a saint-level elf alone, and it still seems to belong to the kind of person who is quite strong in the saint-level.

With the strength of Jiang Shen and Leah, they can't fight against the saint level, and they are facing a saint level together at this moment.

Leah had killed the saint level once, but it was a miracle of life, and at that time, she thought that Jiang Shen was dead, so she decided to do it in her heart. Now let her use that kind of trick, no one knows if Leah will come back to life again.

So they only glanced at Olaf, and they didn't dare to be distracted.

Olaf's face was like ashes, he could see that this move should be a killer move of the elf of the Demon King Order, and it was estimated that even if he faced someone who was also a saint, he could still win.

But he is only a quasi-saint, and although he has a holy word, he is actually very different. In the face of such a trick, if it is not handled properly, there will not even be ashes left.

While thinking, the glow of light flowed, like countless sharp edges rushing towards Olaf. From a distance of several meters, Olaf could feel the pain on his face, and the blood was bleeding from his ears, nose and eyes.

At the moment of life and death, Olaf secretly cheered himself up, and the bleeding pain could not move him for half a point.

Fight!

Olaf let out a sigh of relief, shouted, and threw the staff out of his hand, the faint darkness temporarily obscuring the glow.

Boom!

Olaf moved instantly, like a dark shadow, hiding behind the staff and quickly approaching the elf. Although he was blocked by the staff, he was still injured by the glow, and his whole body was covered in blood as he advanced, like a bloody person.

A mage, after all, is a mage, even if he is a saint, he is also a mage. Even if he is crushed by the Great Realm, he himself is not necessarily very tough. Olaf forcibly approached the elf with the mentality of burning jade.

Using powerful magic from a distance may be dissolved by him, but what about closeness? Not believing will not solve him! Olaf's eyes flashed with cruelty, and he raised his hands and pushed with his fingers.

The forbidden spell that had been secretly prepared for a long time was finally released, and a terrifying aura instantly flowed from his fingertips. Black streaks flew over the glow and swirled around the elf.

A feeling of endless destruction enveloped the elf, and his face finally showed a look of fear, which was very white and ugly.

"What is this?!"

Exclaimed, the black stripes tied it one by one, no matter what method was used, he couldn't break free, and at this moment, the elf's glow gradually dissipated, and he himself was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the forbidden spell that Olaf once obtained, and its power is naturally extraordinary, but its characteristics are still strange, and it has huge side effects that cannot be ignored.

As the elves aged, Olaf also grew old, and in just a moment his hair was gray and his face was wrinkled.

At the same time, the two quickly reached the age of dying, which surprised others.

As a magician, Bane has a unique vision, and he knows the origin of this forbidden spell at just a glance, and he is secretly surprised.

I didn't expect that the forbidden spell of a hidden god 'Death' was actually mastered by Olaf!

The 'death' once caused an uproar on the mainland, and that was after a hundred years of Calrea's slumber. A genius of the heavens, the hidden god of law used this trick to die with two enemies who were also god-level.

It is said that the grudge was formed when he was young that day, and for some reason the genius's family was destroyed by the other two, and the genius was hidden for a hundred years and finally studied the 'death' forbidden spell to take revenge, but unfortunately he also passed away because of the forbidden curse.

This move of injuring the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred is obviously very effective, the elf soon did not even have the strength to wail, and Olaf was even more injured before, and now he was lying on the ground almost motionless.

Once the forbidden spell of 'death' comes out, it will not stop, unless the life of the caster and the caster is completely released, and the passage between heaven and earth can not stop.

The elves quickly turned into a pile of bones, and Olaf's life was a little slower because he was a spellcaster, but he was also a skinny and dying.

Raising his head with difficulty, Olaf's eyes were so dizzy that he could barely see anything, but he whispered in the direction of Leah accurately: "Goodbye, Leah......"