Isha was secretly vigilant, but her spiritual power still didn't find anything, and Isa's series of changes were clearly seen by the enemy on the opposite side.

The other party obviously noticed and knew why Isha was so guarded, but this was also what he wanted.

"Huh...... I didn't expect a dignified elf god to be like this! It's so weak, hey...... So disappointed. I thought you were a strong opponent and could let me go and attack, but ...... Laugh at! His words exhausted his contempt and disappointment for Isa.

Isha looked at the other party calmly, smiled indifferently, and was not angry at all by the other party's angry words, "You don't have to provoke me, I know my strength myself, and I don't need you to talk too much." ”

The other party shrugged his shoulders and replied angrily: "Hey...... You're thinking too much, I don't mean anything else. "Well, what the actual situation is, anyway, everyone knows it.

Bang!

Syllable!

Without saying a word, the two sides had a tacit understanding at the same time, Isa's rattan whip dance was impenetrable, and she chose to passively protect herself without discovering another enemy. rarely takes the initiative to attack the other party, and her combat style is obviously regarded as a sign of weakness by the other party.

"Huh? Don't fight back? How long do you think you can last like this, you should obediently tie your hands and arrest it, otherwise, I can still keep you a whole corpse. "It's a pity that the beautiful face of the province has been ruined.

You can consider making a specimen! There should be customers who like it, and it will be able to sell for a big price! The visitor looked into Isa's eyes as if she were looking at an item to be sold.

A ghostly light crossed the corner of Isa's eyes, "Too much nonsense! ”

Let go of the rattan whip in his hand, still attack freely by it, his body retreated, holding the bow in his left hand, drawing the bow in his right hand, and shooting out towards the opponent without hesitation. As his body changed, the arrows in his hands shot towards each other from all directions.

Hongling at the wrist also appeared to help stop the opponent's attack, so that she could attack without distraction. It's just as if these attacks don't have much effect on the other side.

Her arrows were made of light elementals, could she have guessed wrong? The other party is not from the Demon Race?!

During the battle, the battle site was gradually moved to the outside of the base, although the building was a certain distance from the gathering place of the human race, and the magic array had been arranged, but there were no other places. It's hard to guarantee that it won't move to a crowded place just by fighting, and it's best to let go of your hands and feet outside the base.

Obviously, the other party also thought the same, and came out together very cooperatively.

"It's useless, I've seen through all your attacks." A large knife in his hand knocked the arrows flying one by one, and kept trying to get close to Isa. It can be seen that he belongs to the kind of close-quarters offensive type, and has been trying to close the distance between the two. Even long-range attacks use sword energy.

Isa, on the other hand, is a long-range attacker. Melee combat is what she's not good at. And how could she give him a chance to get close.

The two sides began a guerrilla war, chasing each other and trying to deal with each other in their own way. Although it seems that the two sides are deadlocked, neither has a clear advantage. But judging from the figures of the two sides gradually approaching, Isha has some subtle weaknesses.

It seems that in terms of speed, the other party is better!

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Isa, he was getting more and more excited, and the hand holding the big knife was trembling slightly, haha...... His broadsword is longing for it......

Longing to drink the blood of an elven god!

I want to cut into the meat, I want to hear the stinging sound when the thin skin and tender meat are cut!

I want to ......

The movements of the incoming people became more and more ferocious and violent, and occasionally a red light flashed in their eyes. Taking advantage of the opportunity for Isha to think about the identity of the comer, a black moon ring suddenly appeared behind her, and she was caught off guard, and a small hole was cut on the left waist.

"Well, the blood of the elves is delicious! I still want it! Shrugging his nose. Smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, and uncontrollably sticking out her tongue to lick the traces of blood on the moon wheel, the visitor became more and more excited, and the hideous smile on his face made his already ordinary-looking more and more ugly.

His right hand covered the wound, and there was a trace of green light in his palm. Blood slowly trickled from between her fingers, the pain persisted, and her treatment didn't work. Looking down, the blood that flowed out turned out to be black?!

Isha let go of her hand, letting the wound be exposed, and said with pain: "Poison?!" ”

"Yes, and it's a poison that deals with your elves, and it has a nice name, 'Black Sunset', how about it?" With his hands outstretched, there was a smug look on his face, and it seemed that the poison seemed to have been made by himself.

"Black sunset"?

Does it mean that the poisoned person will die after sunset?

Turning his head to look at the sun hanging in the middle, it seems that there is still some time before death! And that's enough time for her to do a lot of things.

"Humph! Excuse me! I can't appreciate your aesthetics. "It's still a black sunset, why don't you take a red sunset!

"Hey! It's cold in the heights! I understand! ”

Isha was stunned, what kind of race is this?! It's so powerful, can't you even understand the words?!

No longer talking nonsense, Hongling beside her was extremely angry because she didn't succeed in protecting the master just now, and carefully wrapped her head around Isa's waist as gauze to cover her wounds. The other end has grown with the wind, ringing around Isa's side, and even rolling this end up into a sharp weapon, looking at the sharp light on it, there is no doubt about its lethality.

It's going to attack for the Lord!

Isha noticed it, gently soothed it, and then gave up the bow and arrow in her hand, after all, the waist injury has not recovered, and it is still somewhat affected.

Seeing Isha take out a magic wand and come out, she sneered, "What? Are you going to give up your elves' best bows and arrows and switch to magical attacks?! ”

Ignoring the other party's words, Isha threw herself into the magic spell, low-level magic is probably useless, it is better to use a slightly powerful magic, anyway, it is far away from the base now, even if it is a mid-level magic, it will not hinder.

The red lips twitched slightly, and the murmuring and small voice quietly dissipated in the wind, and now Isha stood resolutely in mid-air, her long dark green hair fluttering slightly with the wind. Occasionally, a few mischievous strands of hair caressed her delicate countenance, bringing a touch of charm to her noble face for no reason.

It's a pity that the person in front of Isha doesn't know how to appreciate it, he only sees that the wind element around Isha is converging sharply, and looking at that scale is probably not a simple magic.

Maybe it will hurt him.

In that case, how could he give her the time and opportunity to complete her magic!

Stop dreaming!

A leap, quickly approaching Isa, shouted: "Humph! Don't forget that I'm good at hand-to-hand combat, and if you can't do your magic, you'll have enough to drink a pot. ”

Isha still had her eyes slightly closed, as if she was not at all anxious about the danger in front of her, and still stood still, chanting a slightly longer magic spell unhurriedly.

Once a magic spell is chanted, how can it be so easy to stop?!

Wizards are generally very crispy and can't afford hand-to-hand combat. But what magician wouldn't find a way to protect himself when he chanted!? What's more, it's Isha, she's still a lower elf god!

Will you still have a protective prop at hand?

Apparently that's not possible.

Bang!

Three feet in front of Isa, there was a transparent shield blocking his attack, and the silver ring on his left ankle was faintly fluorescent.

The chanting in Isa's mouth did not stop, but the sneer at the corner of her mouth was obvious, and her eyes were even more contemptuous. The other party was so angry that he didn't care about slashing the obstacles in front of him, as long as he broke the protective shield in front of him, Isha wouldn't be taken down by him.

Bang bang!

The moon wheel and the big knife took turns, but it was still useless, at most there were some ripples, not to mention cracking, but there were no cracks.

Seeing this, Isha became more confident, even if her attack power was suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth here! Her protective gear is still unaffected.

The speed of Isha's chanting increased slightly, because she had reached the end of the chanting, and the people who came knew that it was impossible to break her shield anytime soon, and her magic was almost complete, and it was impossible to interrupt her magic now.

The non-stop attack finally stopped, he looked fiercely at Isha who was hiding in the protective shield, and looked around at the wind elementals around him, now it is not impossible to escape, but finally, someone has led away the two more troublesome elf gods, and next time there may not be such a good opportunity.

Looking at this scale, it should be considered a high-level attack magic in a medium-level attack magic, and you can still block it if you say it, plus your own secret hand.

There was nothing wrong with the next, and after thinking about it, he gathered the strength of his whole body on his big knife and whispered, "Old man, it's up to you!" The big knife flashed slightly, which was in response to his master.

Falling the last scale, her attack magic, the Hymn of the Wind, was complete. The rest of the ground depends on how the other party responds, but she is also a little surprised. Although it was only a mid-level attack magic, it might not be able to give the other party much damage, and she was just a temptation, but the other party did not flee but chose to deal with it, which made her appreciate it a little.

However, the enemy is the enemy after all, and she will not show mercy.

So as not to leave a legacy behind!

Hymn to the Wind, a mid-tier attack spell that consists of many small wind blades that make up a large wind blade, and many large wind blades that make up a small tornado. Four small tornadoes approach the enemy from all four directions, straining them to deal with the blades and eventually being strangled by them.