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"Not fast enough!" Dillock dodged the all-out onslaught from Aceles, and did not forget to tease it with cynicism, such an easy attitude and agile dodge without the slightest superfluous movement, making it seem that the man in front of him was not fighting but dancing gracefully.

In contrast, Aceles's expression was not so relaxed, it stared at its opponent, constantly swinging its blade, but the opponent who was close at hand was as difficult to catch as the wind, and could always skillfully dodge the moment it was about to be hit. The goatmen are monsters known for their agility, and as the patriarch of the Moonblade Clan, Acereth is even more agile among the goats, but even then it still can't keep up with the footsteps of its opponents, which shows that the speed of the human has reached an inhuman level.

Sweat oozed from Aceres' forehead, and the beads of sweat reflected Dirook's eerie smile.

"Then it's my place."

The relaxed tone like a joke completely reversed the original offensive and defensive pattern.

Acereth felt a hot sensation in his left abdomen, and he quickly opened up the distance between him and his opponent with a heavy blow.

What just happened? Aceres's breath became rapid, and he had been staring at his opponent from the beginning of the fight, confident that he hadn't missed a single move, but he still couldn't see how his opponent made a move. Aceres's arm was longer than his opponent's, and his scimitar was much longer than his dagger, so he was hit when he wasn't supposed to be in the opponent's range. It was almost impossible, but the pain in the left abdomen and the blood that kept pouring out it were a testament to that.

How did he do it? Acereth shook off the doubts and panic that occupied his heart, and tried to adjust his breathing.

"You can't beat me," as if seeing through the confusion in the other party's heart, Dillock's smile added a sense of pride.

At the same time, compared to the fierce battle between Dillock and Aceles, the other two on the battlefield still stood at the initial distance.

"Your companions will never be able to beat Dylock." Rolda stared at the battle not far away, and said in a contemptuous tone. Even in the face of the enemy, he still watched other battles, which showed that Rolda did not pay attention to the skeleton at all. Of course, he did not do this out of arrogance, but because his opponent was an undead, and if it was another monster, he might have been more cautious. As a dual profession of priest and magician, Rolda is born with the ability to strengthen the magic of the divine attribute, which may not have much effect on other monsters, but for the undead, demons and other dark monsters, it can greatly increase the damage, and the facts have proved that he has never been defeated in the battle with the undead, which is the origin of his nickname "Dark Annihilation".

To extinguish darkness is to break the darkness!

"It seems to be true, but it's also a test for Aceles, and I won't make a move if it wasn't until the last minute."

"Hmph, cocky fellow, do you think I'm going to let you go?" For the skeleton's unhurried tone, Rolda felt ridiculous and also very angry, what the skeleton said did not make a move until the last moment implied a premise, that is, he felt that he would not get in the way of it.

Dare to ignore my existence of "Darkening" Rolda, do you think that I am just a priest and do not have the ability to attack? You will pay for your stupidity!

"Ah, I don't think you're going to leave me alone, but I don't think you can stop me."

It was still unhurried, but there was a resolute firmness in that tone, which showed that the skeleton's words were not blind arrogance or deliberate bluffing, but from the heart of the conviction.

The corners of Rolda's mouth twitched slightly, it was a sign of trying to restrain the anger in his heart, as a genius magician, he would never allow himself to be provoked by the words of a low-level skeleton soldier.

"It's a sad thing to not be able to recognize the difference in strength between us and the enemy! Although it is a waste to use it here, just for the sake of your unashamed words, let you see the overwhelming power! Rolda raised the metal staff in his hand, and then a magic array emitting golden light appeared under his feet, strange runes swirled around the magic array, as long as anyone who saw this scene would spontaneously feel that it was divine power, because with the activation of the magic array, even the surrounding air became pure.

It was none other than Rolda's own third-class superior magic, the Divine Barrier. As long as you are in this enchantment, Rolda's body will be protected by divine power, magic attacks can be neutralized by shields, even if you take damage, you will automatically get healing, and all the magic she releases will be attached to divine attributes, and her power will be greatly increased.

"It's really amazing, the magic power has suddenly increased a lot!" The skeleton let out a sound of admiration.

"Hahahaha, even low-level immortals can feel it, and if you beg for mercy now, you can suffer less." Rolla let out an arrogant laugh.

"Can I ask you a question, then?"

Rolda didn't respond, just raised her chin for the skeleton to continue.

"Are you among the strongest among the human race?"

This kind of question obviously made Rolda feel inexplicable, the other party must be afraid of the magic power he released, it is no wonder that he is a genius magician who can use the upper magic of the third level at a young age, and with the assistance of the divine enchantment, the magic power that can be released is completely comparable to the magic of the fourth level, and it may not be possible to reach the level of the middle of the fourth level. This kind of self has already surpassed the realm of magicians, and if it weren't for his humble background, he might have entered "Azdaria" and become a magician by now. (Note: "Azdalia" is the name of the city, commonly known as the City of Mages, is a city hidden by powerful magical powers, inaccessible to ordinary people, it is said to record all the magic that has appeared in the world, and only excellent magicians who can use the magic of the fourth class are invited to enter.) Magicians who can enter and leave Azdalia are revered as Magisters, meaning those who guide magic, so it is the dream of every magic practitioner to enter Azdalia and be promoted to Magister. ）

"Hmph," a brief snort from Rolda's nose showed his disdain for the skeleton's question, "Ridiculous question, I, 'Darken' Rolda, but a person who can wield the upper magic of the Third Estate by half-chanting is certainly an absolute powerhouse among humans. ”

"The third estate?" There was a palpable look of surprise in the skeleton's tone.

A low-level undead is a low-level undead, and he was already panicked just by hearing about third-level magic. But it's no wonder that magic is divided into upper, middle and lower levels from the third level, and ordinary magicians can use the magic of the middle of the third level for a lifetime, and they are also relatively talented magicians, and ordinary people can't even touch the lower level of the third level, so it's not difficult to understand that the skeleton will have such a surprised reaction.

"And with the blessing of this sacred enchantment, the magic power I use is enough to reach the middle of the fourth rank, so if you want to blame it, the opponent you are unlucky to meet is me!" With a raised voice and a sense of pride, Rolda makes a declaration of being a strong man.

"I see, being able to use third-level magic is already considered a strong human being, so is there anyone who can use seventh-level magic?"

The Seventh Estate? Is that skeleton talking about the Seventh Estate? That is the magic used by the "original seven" who are said to be gods in legends, in fact, there are still a considerable number of magicians who believe that the magic of the seventh level actually does not exist, as far as Rolda knows, even the dragon knight Kane Roland Andinal, who has half of the dragon blood and is known as the strongest warrior of mankind, can only use the magic of the middle of the fifth rank, and the five strongest magisters of Azdalia, who are known as the "five divine messengers", can only use the magic of the lower level of the sixth rank.

If there are really strong people in this world who can use the magic of the seventh order, maybe only Mondbar, who is called the "Demon God", or the "Holy Dragon King" Bazamut of the Dragon Clan, and Besimmons, the "Dragon King of the World", or the "Elf King", but these are all characters who appear in the story and no one has really seen them.

What the hell is this skeleton talking crazy about, has he begun to speak incoherently in the face of his imminent demise fate, and Rolda can't help but feel a little sympathy for the opponent in front of him.

"The battle over there is almost over, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, otherwise I will be counted down by Dilok later, don't worry, I won't kill you, I still count on you to make me a lot of money." Rolda swung her staff forward and began to chant magic.

The skeleton looked at the battle not far away, and indeed Acereth was covered in scars, and I was afraid that it would not be able to hold on for long.

"Aceles, what are you doing, how can you defend yourself with a long whip like this?" The skeleton telepathically shouted at Aceres.

"That should be fine." Then the skeleton nodded as if to himself, and returned his gaze to the opponent in front of him, "Then, human magician, let the horse come!" ”