。 They looked at each other and asked their mother with hesitant eyes, and Kastyna nodded encouragingly before they mustered up their courage, "But," said Big Rick, "our magic is to increase the fighting power and magic of our enemies." ”

"Why didn't you say it sooner," Vanessa tapped their heads, smiled and stood up, holding out her finger to show them, "Look, brother is fighting a big villain," she pointed to Brant's chainmail, "that bad guy in chainmail* killed your father, and he wants to kill your brother, he's your enemy, quick, put all your magic on him!" ”

Three blue light wheels sped out of the boys' hands, each with a lightning bolt ringing on it, roaring and rushing towards Brant.

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Silver flames erupted from Brant's mouth, and with a thousand powers, with an unusually warm and transparent feeling, they locked firmly into his skin, penetrating every inch and every minute of his body. The power was laughing, it was roaring, it made him feel unbearable pain, but it was refreshing. Soon, the impact of the flames leaked out of the prince's nose, eyes, and the tips of each finger.

The light expanded in all directions, and he soon sensed a new round of pain kicking in. His dry and bitter throat struggled to roar, his hands clawed uncontrollably in the air, his internal organs seemed to be completely roasted by the flames, but at the same time, he also felt light and extremely comfortable.

He looked down and saw that silver flames were splashing furiously all over his body, and a new round of flames continued to spew, and the burning pain sizzled through him, and he could feel his magic burning, and the magic rushed up to the top, burning his head.

Little Colen's green eyes froze for a moment after seeing Brant's change, but his impact continued to be strong, and his claws grabbed the prince's chain mail sharply and pulled it open. Brant felt his whole body strain, and happily climbed over the ravine of broken bricks on the ground and threw the magical boy to the ground.

Little Coren turned, her green eyes shining, and pounced on Brandt's back. Brandt gracefully dodged away, his long sword slashing a burst of white light towards the boy. In a heartbeat, he struck Xiao Kelun's sun, elbow, and throat one after another, but he couldn't really get into the point, and he couldn't kill a boy, which was never possible. Coren Jr. continues to advance*, and Brant backs away. He blocked the first blow, dodged the second punch, and swung the third.

For now, this can only be the case, perhaps, when Xiao Kelun's magic is exhausted, he will regain his senses. Brant thought naively.

Obviously, Xiao Kelun was a little anxious, and a piercing roar came out of his mouth, the voice was both muffled and clear, like a shout, and like a summoning.

Immediately afterwards, three magic warriors flashed out of the round D doorway on the four walls of the hall, their eyes glowing green due to the transmission of magic, their whole bodies were draped, wearing heavy armor, their heads, feet, and even throats and arms were protected by steel armor, their eyes were hidden behind pure white high helmets, and they held hideous steel swords. The chain mail on their skin was condensed in a clump of clumps, still sticky at the moment, and it must have only been dyed for a long time. The shoulders of the magic warriors were extremely broad, and they shook vigorously one after the other, and the bloody swords and strong oak shields were all raised excitedly, like orcs who were jumping and playing, and they couldn't help but be overjoyed at the sight of prey and gore, and their green pupils shone brightly.

Magical warriors swarmed Brant, joking and roaring in savage language he didn't understand—gods forbid, thankfully he didn't understand at all. They played like toys, wielding their heavy, jagged swords, shouting, gasping, slashing—and in a matter of seconds, the swords were drinking blood—

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