Thrall held the staff of the cornet in his right hand, the head of the staff rested on the wrist of his left hand, his left hand was flared, the palm was facing forward, and he quickly chanted on his mouth: "The realm of truth is infinitely mysterious, the ultimate truth is dazzling, the infinite is endless, the thousands of branches and leaves obtained in a lifetime, each with different angles, different conclusions, and the ultimate realm of truth is infinitely mysterious......"

As he chanted, countless small arcane missiles swooped forward like machine guns, each of which was not large in size, only the size of a BB bullet, but it was just enough to shatter a wraith, and the barrage composed of arcane missiles made it difficult for the wraith to enter.

However, the number of resentful spirits is too much, and Thrall's mana is crazy to consume, and it will soon bottom out, in this strange environment, it is the most stupid thing to completely consume mana, so Sal immediately said loudly: "Change!"

At the sound of an order, an unusually young young magician with a confident smile on his face stepped forward, first took out a bottle of potion and poured it in one gulp, and then took Thrall's place.

It was the same arcane missile, but the young magician's control was clearly not as high as that of Thrall, and the arcane missile was a circle larger, the size of a finger.

But the number of Wraiths is too much, and when struck crookedly, a finger-sized arcane missile can shatter several Wraiths in a row, although the number is much less, but the effect is not different.

Thrall took a few steps back, retreated to the back of the ice shield, sat down cross-legged, quickly meditated, accelerated the recovery of mana, and was able to quickly enter meditation in this chaotic and noisy environment, which shows how stoic Sal's spirit is.

The two female magicians didn't think so, they lined up on both sides of the cave, each holding an ice shield, blocking the resentful spirits that slipped through the net, and the female magician on the left pursed her lips and sneered: "I still refuse to use potions, I really don't know what to insist on, the recovery of magic is so slow, isn't it a drag." ”

The female magician on the right nodded and agreed: "That's it, I don't know what the above thinks, let such an old stubborn lead the team, we have to follow him every time, otherwise we would have built a teleportation array a long time ago." ”

"Well, yes, after so long, I don't know what will happen, and now a bunch of resentful spirits have popped up for some reason, where are so many resentful spirits?" asked the sorceress on the left.

The sorceress on the right said: "The closed cave of the dead will produce resentful spirits over time, and it is estimated that we have alarmed the resentful spirits in which cave, just clean it up." ”

"I hope to complete the task quickly, I miss the mother goddess so much. The magician on the left sighed, and her words elicited a chorus.

At this moment, the young magician who replaced Thrall also rested, and he shouted: "Replace." ”

Immediately after the ice shield, another male magician, who was also young, took his place, but the young magician did not retreat behind the ice shield, but stood aside a little, took a deep breath, and half-narrowed his eyes.

The potion he drank when he took over from Thrall was now at its highest effect, accelerating his rapid recovery of magic.

Two minutes later, the companion who had replaced him could no longer hold back and quickly stepped back, and he immediately stepped up.

The two young male magicians alternated with each other for six consecutive rounds before they were completely exhausted and retreated behind the ice shield, while two other magicians stepped forward and took their place.

This team is full of magicians, with more than 80 men's, men's and women's women's footballers, and the rotation of pairs can support for a long time.

After the first pair of magicians who had run out of magic power retreated, they sat down cross-legged like Sal, but each took out a magic crystal and held it in their hands, and quickly recovered. It didn't take long for their magic to fully recover, and it is estimated that by then, all the magicians would not be able to rotate all of them.

Sal is the leader of the team, but he only lasted one wave, with the least effort, and he was unwilling to recover from drugs, and he was unwilling to use magic crystals to assist him when meditating, no wonder everyone didn't want to see him, and from time to time the topic would turn to him and ridicule him.

Although Thrall is in a meditative state, he is a magician with a lot of combat experience, and he will never turn off all perception when meditating between battles, so he can hear the whispers of his companions, but he doesn't think so.

"Silly boy, the drug is cool for a while, and when you rely on it, the rest of your life will be wasted, but your mother god will get you monsters out, and I guess I am not ready to let you have the rest of your life and enjoy the happiness now. Sal muttered inwardly.

"But there's something wrong with these spirits, there are too many of them, and they don't look like they come naturally. Thrall cared more about these spirits than the sarcasm of the young magicians, and the sheer number of them gave him a bad premonition.

In fact, he didn't approve of setting up a blocking position here, after all, it was just a resentful spirit, and it would not kill people, and the only harm of the resentful spirit was to stay with it for a long time, and it would be weakened by its wailing.

It's a pity that these children he leads have the characteristics that all children have, with a slingshot in their hands, they can't wait to shoot down all the birds they see, and they can't wait to stuff a piece of in every bubble with firecrackers in their hands.

Without waiting for Thrall's restrictions, they began to attack the wraiths they saw, and it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, and a huge number of wraiths blocked them here.

At this time, Thrall still did not agree to establish a blocking position, after all, it was just a resentful spirit, each blessed with a soul fortitude, and then rushed out.

At this time, the side effects of his too much recklessness appeared, and the others disagreed and refused Sal's order.

That's it, let them experience a little setback, maybe they will be obedient in the future, if they can have a future.

Although Sal had some ominous premonitions, he thought that it would only be a small setback, until the resentment lasted for an hour and did not decrease, and everyone began to feel bad, and had to start thinking about Sal's initial order, should they rush out?

Before they could make a decision, the resentful spirits flying in the sky suddenly retreated, retreating like a tidal wave.

The young magicians couldn't help but cheer in unison, only Sal's heart sank, and quietly retreated behind everyone, the wraiths were broken soul fragments that had no intelligence or consciousness, only instinct, and they didn't act in unison, either someone was directing them, or something was frightening them.

Either way, it's not a good thing.

Sure enough, the cheers of the young magicians soon came to an abrupt end, and a mighty figure in pitch-black armor and armed with a heavy axe appeared around the corner at the end of the cavern, his eyes shining and locked on the young magicians with scrutiny.