Looking at the awe-inspiring elf, the head of the Shire guard hurt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe spiral staircase leads to the terrace with only two people side by side, but there's a damn elf guarding here! Although there is only one, it blocks everyone's way!

More than a dozen magisters and seven or eight martial saints stood in the palace hall, looking at the beautiful elf holding a giant sword, and their hearts were full of helplessness. In just half an hour, everyone had launched more than a dozen waves of attacks on the stairs, but they were all blocked by the elf.

The spiraling staircase is narrow and sturdy, but now serves as a cover for the elves. The Martial Saints could only go up one by one, and most of the magic was blocked by the ladder, and the other half was easily dodged by the elves. The power of the elves is extremely powerful, and she has the upper hand in one-on-one hard fighting! On the stairs at her feet, the corpses of eight or nine Martial Saints lay horizontally, what a remarkable feat! You know, this elf is just a martial saint!

"The palace magicians retreat, and the royal martial saints take turns to charge!" The chief of the Shire guard glanced at the team of mages composed of fire and earth types, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The fire system is the main attack, the earth system is the main defense, I thought that such a team was invincible, but now it seems that there are obviously many problems.

In the face of such an environment, magicians are inevitably restrained in casting spells, and they do not dare to go all out at all. The spiral staircase is both a passage and a pillar, and if it is destroyed by magic, the palace terrace will also crumble. At this moment, all the celebrities of the empire are gathered here, how dare the chief of the Shire guard take such a risk!

At this moment, it would be nice to have a wind magister! The chief of the Shire guard was anxious, glaring angrily at the elf standing on the steps, thinking with hatred in his heart. If you want to come down from the terrace of the palace, it is simple, and a rudimentary wind flotation technique can do it. But if you want to fly up to the terrace from below, you'll have to have a wind magister. But in the palace, there is not a single wind magister! What about the Title Martial Saint? Where did he go again?!

What a great existence a magician is in the Continent of Nations, but at this moment he is not as useful as a martial artist, such a humiliation makes these arrogant people almost go crazy! An earth-based mage with a gray beard stepped forward and shouted angrily, "Damn elves, don't underestimate the great magician! ”

"Master Wymans, what are you doing here?" The chief of the Shire guards greeted him with a blushing face, and asked with a strong anger. Please, I don't count on your help at this time, but don't come here and make trouble! Every moment of delay will make His Majesty and the nobles more dangerous, and the chief of the Shire guard can't afford to wait!

"Chief Charr, you just have to keep your eyes open!" The head of the court magician's beard trembled, and he didn't even look at the chief guard in front of him. The great mage is not under the control of a warrior, and he is not obliged to explain anything to a small captain of the guard.

Damn magician! The chief of the Shire guard touched a nail, and his resolute face was full of anger, he took a deep breath and warned in a deep voice: "I don't know what you want to do, but I need to be warned. If you destroy the pillars of the ladder, then Your Majesty and the nobles will die, the elves and her accomplices will die, and you and I will die too! ”

"Please keep your mouth shut, your words distract me!" The Magister sneered and pushed back unceremoniously. The staff waved, and even the spell was unnecessary, and there were two more giants made of yellow mud on the ground, which were earth golems, a small elementary spell.

"Friends." The old magus didn't look at the chief of the Shire guard, turned around and raised his arms, and shouted in the direction of the court magician, "The level of magic lies in creativity!" Today I'm going to make people remember that what the Wind Magus can do, so can the Earth Mage! ”

The old man finally knew that time was pressing, and he didn't dwell too much at the moment, he held his magic staff aloft and commanded a loess giant to pick him up, while the other loess giant grabbed his companion's legs, shook and swung vigorously, and threw his huge body into the air.

"Ahh The magisters let out a burst of exclamations, and they all stared at the old man in the giant's arms, and they couldn't help but have doubts in their hearts. You must know that the spiral staircase is hundreds of meters high, and it is impossible to send the old man to the terrace with the power of a giant. If you want to use the power of giants to land on the stairs above the elves, which is too accurate, what does Master Wymans want to do?

"Look for death!" Linda slashed over the attacking martial saint with a sword, stretched out her hand and pulled the emerald green bow on her back, her slender fingers swung slightly, and three blue arrows shot straight at the old man. In front of the elves' peerless archery, the old man's speed was not fast enough!

"Stupid elves!" Whitemans sneered in his heart and began to take the next step. The earthy yellow giant raised its arms in mid-air and threw the old man in his arms again, and his body was crushed by the emerald arrows!

The wind was pressing, the old man was suffocated, and his body turned into an arrow off the string, flying straight into the sky! Although it was a second time to borrow strength, it was still not enough for him to fly across the terrace, and the old man clutched his staff and cast his magic again! Yes, where there is an earth element, there is a place for the earth magister, and a miraculous scene has appeared!

The huge spiral staircase suddenly stretched out hundreds of waving arms, as if an old tree had grown countless branches! Each pair of arms grabbed the flying old man with unmistakable accuracy, and then shook him hard, sending him to a higher heaven! Every swing is so skillful and easy, as if after thousands of times of training, so that the old man's body continues to rise at a uniform speed, this spectacular scene shocked everyone! Even the chief of the Shire guard, who was extremely bad at dealing with the magician, couldn't help but hold his breath at this time, and secretly expressed his admiration for the old man's precise control. At this time, he naturally had to do his best to protect the old man, and the two martial saints rushed up the steps desperately and successfully contained the elves with their own flesh and blood. By the time the blonde female elf eased her hand, the old man's figure had turned into a small dot!

"Damn it!" Linda couldn't make a move, she could only watch the old man out of her sight, she stomped her feet and snorted angrily, her heart was full of unwillingness.

She wasn't worried that the two companions on the terrace, one magister, wouldn't be anything. The matter is urgent, and the news of the death of the Titled Martial Saint has obviously not reached the ears of these people, otherwise how can a mage dare to take risks alone? It's just that with Linda's skills, she actually let the prey in her eyes escape, which made her self-esteem a little frustrated. Thinking of having to face the vampire's sneer and taunt afterwards, the elf's brow couldn't help but wrinkle.

The whistling wind, the novelty of the body in the air, the old man's weak body was a little unbearable, but his heart was full of smug excitement. You don't have to see it to guess how those below will react, and when he saves the king and nobles, the old mage will become a hero who protects the country!

Seeing that he was about to rush to the entrance, the old man's body trembled with excitement, and his heart was beating wildly!

It's a pity that a pair of shoes shattered his dream!

Yes, the old man vomited blood in anger, and just as he was about to succeed, a pair of shoes stepped on his chest, weighing down the Magister, who had not yet seen his surroundings. And the owner of the shoes was smiling down on him, and the damn feet were still on the old man's chest! The wind is more urgent, but this time it is falling sharply!

Hundreds of arms tried to separate the old man from the owner of the shoe, but unfortunately they were cut off one by one by a sharp sword. The Magister wanted to chant a spell, but a shoe simply stepped on his face, directly stunning the weak old man.

Magician, the holiest profession in this world, is superior to any strong man at the same level. They are rare, noble, proud, the pillars of the country, the objects of admiration of the people. But now, the venerable magician has suffered a great insult, and a warrior has defiled his holy magic robe and stuffed the old man's mouth with his foot! Such an insult is unheard of! Not to mention that the old man fainted, even the magicians below were furious!

When the old man's body was less than ten meters above the ground, the owner of the shoe jumped lightly and landed firmly on the ground. And after a loud bang, the poor old man fell to pieces. His flesh shattered, and his dreams of glory vanished, and the culprit, standing nonchalantly in the midst of the stunned and angry crowd, beckoned to the elves on the steps.

Linda's skills were light and agile, and after a few ups and downs, she stood by Wren's side and left the ladder to protect herself. Looking at her appearance, she has no fear.

"His Royal Highness Prince Al Ain, I need an explanation." The chief of the Shire guard led people to surround the prince and asked in an unkind tone. The matter was already clear, and he just needed a definite answer.

"Explain? I want to rebel, so I killed all the royal nobles present today..............." Wren replied with a smile, "Are you satisfied with this explanation?" ”

The corners of the Charles' guard twitched, his face was gloomy and frightening, he drew the sword at his waist, and pointed the sharp blade at the prince: "In that case, then please stay!" ”

"Charles, I'm an old acquaintance with you, can't you let me go?" Wren didn't seem to realize that he was in danger, and still laughed and talked to others. Instead, the blonde elf grabbed the bow, and the blue light was aimed at the gloomy chief of the Shire guard.

"Your Royal Highness, I'm sorry." The chief of the guard didn't care about the elves' bows at all, he waved his hand violently, and ordered in a cold voice: "The royal guards keep the siege, and the palace magicians are magically ready!" ”

The spell was whispered, and a large number of magical elements were gathered, and one by one large magic was ready to be unleashed. Hearing that all the people to be protected were dead, the angry magician lost his many scruples and was finally able to turn back into a killing machine! When the prince and elf leave the bunker, the magic will blast them to the slag!

"I repeat, please stay, Your Highness." The chief of the Shire guard took a step forward, and his words were extremely cold: "Otherwise, please die." ”

"I'm sorry, but I want to live a few more years, so I'd better ask you to die." The spatial ring on the middle finger of Wren's left hand flickered, and a magic scroll appeared in his palm. With just a flick of his wrist, the aqua blue shield had already enveloped the prince and the elves, blocking them from extremely violent magical attacks.

The combined magic attacks of a dozen magisters didn't have any effect, and the blue shield was just ripples, which easily dissipated the raid.

Looking at the phantom of the goddess floating above the shield, the magisters looked ugly, and all of them were as disgusted as flies.

"Damn, it's a magic spell! Not to mention the Magister, even the Holy Magister can't open this shield! ”

"Oh my God! This is the blessing of the god of water, and in less than an hour, you can't even touch them! ”

Everyone shouted and cursed, but their bodies slowly retreated. Within an hour, they could only defend but not attack, and they would not retreat and wait for death.

When Wren picked up a dark red scroll, the chief of the Shire guard exclaimed, "Firebird Flurry!" Damn it, run! ”

The chief of the Shire guard recognized the forbidden scroll. Yes, the family crest engraved on it belonged to his family. And the owner of the scroll is the patriarch of the family, and he is also the biological father of the chief of the Shire guard, this is his desperate prop!

Yes, these nobles will give their space rings to the royal family for safekeeping before attending the dinner. Who of these top aristocrats will have less useful gadgets in their hands? Each person's spatial ring naturally recognizes their own master, and only the corresponding spiritual imprint can be unlocked. However, the dead nobles, of course, will not have any spiritual imprints, but this pile of things is cheaper for murderers.

On the way to escape desperately, the chief of the Shire guard suddenly thought that with his own ability, he seemed to be unable to dodge the attack of the firebird, so why was he still running?