As the target disappeared, the mages gradually stopped chasing, they stopped, and began to wonder if it was an enemy conspiracy, and the mages who had distanced themselves by running began to move closer again.

However, they came to their senses too late, and when Rhaegar pounced like a leopard from the woods and grabbed the neck of the last mage who had fallen from behind, who was still about twenty meters away from his companion.

The magic and fury of the mages arrived at about the same time, and a bursting arrow and a half-moon shaped blade of wind grazed Rhaegar who had fallen to the ground in time and flew towards the trees in the distance.

The remaining two mages were not unconcerned about their companions falling into the hands of each other, and the few dead companions had fully demonstrated the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of this opponent, and they must eliminate the terrible enemy no matter what the cost. As Rhaegar crawled forward as fast as he pressed against the ground, raindrops of magic bombarded his location frantically, each time at a distance of up to a few centimeters.

Rhaegar didn't care about such an attack, and as he fought repeatedly, certain memories were slowly reappearing in his consciousness, one of which happened to be about how to mislead the mages' detection technique, and under the guidance of this method, the mages who could only use the detection technique instead of seeing the grass and trees with the naked eye, completely focused on the former's body.

The powerful spells of the mages quickly turned the hundreds of square meters of land in front of them into an open space, but they couldn't find anyone except their companions, who had already had their throats crushed.

The loss of companions in a row has left two mages completely trapped in a negative mood of anger and panic, and for a mage, this emotion will be difficult for him to concentrate on casting spells, and his perception will also be greatly affected, which is undoubtedly fatal.

The death of the last fifth-order mage proves this.

When Rhaegar's translucent geist form appeared behind them, neither mage noticed it, and it was only when he cast two spells that the sixth-order mage sensed the presence of some kind of hostility and opened his shield, while the poor fifth-order mage could not even scream when he was corroded into a pile of pus by the sudden burst of acid.

"Who the hell are you and why are you doing this?" The sixth-order mage looked at Rhaegar vigilantly, and at the same time raised the staff in his hand high, and a fire dragon flew out from the end of the staff, circling and flying towards Rhaeggar.

Fire Dragon, one of the sixth-order spells, can be simulated into the shape of a wyvern with fire, and within five seconds, the dragon can automatically pursue the enemy locked by the caster, carrying high enough heat to turn any flesh into ashes in an instant.

In the universe, the geysare are undoubtedly the closest form to the soul, or rather, they are originally souls who refuse to rest, this lowest creature in the undead world has no ability to interfere with reality like the soul, they can't even move a speck of dust, but again, just like the soul, most things in this world can't affect the geist, including the magic of the mage in front of him.

The fire dragon roared through the middle of Rhaegar's body, but it did not hurt the geist in the slightest, this scene made the mage who was already flustered by the death of his companion more and more frightened, he was completely unable to connect the translucent shadow in front of him with those low-strength geistes, in his eyes, this was some kind of mysterious and unknown terrifying existence, he had gradually lost the courage to fight again.

Rhaegar was well aware of his opponent's mental activity, a situation he had deliberately created, and as his memory revived, he became more and more adept at the art of combat—not just frontal combat, but how to make the most of every factor that might affect the fight. The geist didn't answer the other man's question, and his suspended body began to approach his opponent silently and quickly.

This action undoubtedly put the mage under even greater psychological pressure, and he quickly retreated, while desperately firing the spells he could use, without any regard for the loss of his mana.

However, none of these spells were able to stop Rhaegar from advancing.

Watching his spells that were enough to destroy a small army pass through the opponent's body without being able to hurt him for half a point, the mage grew more and more panicked, fear gripped his mind tightly, and he couldn't even concentrate on casting spells.

This was exactly what Rhaegar wanted, as the mage tripped over a branch behind him and fell backwards because he was so flustered that the geist suddenly disappeared into thin air, and then, Regar, who had returned to his body, suddenly sprang up from the bushes behind the mage, and the acid ball in his hand slapped the latter's head.

Destroying six mages far above him did not make Rhaegar happy, and the keen sense from the geist told him that nearly a thousand meters away, several creatures with powerful souls were rapidly approaching, these creatures were far more powerful than the opponents he had eliminated, and his tricks had no chance to be used in front of them, and unless he gave up his body, he would definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of the other party.

With a myriad of choices flashing through his mind at the same moment, the geist finally decided to take a gamble, and after pulling out all the loot from Horn and destroying it, a fireball the size of an adult skull appeared in front of him at a thought, and then, at his command, the fireball fell on himself.

The energy generated by the huge impact explosion caused Rhaegar's body to fly more than ten meters away, and although he deliberately avoided the vital point, the high temperature still severely burned his body, and if he was not treated in a short time, at most half an hour, this geist would lose the protection of this body forever.

Rhaegar lay on the ground, eyes closed, indistinguishable from a mortally wounded unconscious man, who was gambling on Horn and his former companions, not enemies or strangers.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed a female voice, "That's Rhaeggar!" The geist could clearly feel a female mage running to his side, then bent down and picked up his head.

"He's seriously wounded," a calm male voice rang out at this moment, "give him a healing potion first, we must rush back to the mage tower as fast as possible, only there can be treatment of his injuries." ”

This conversation made Rhaegar know that he had made the right bet, and in order to avoid being discovered about the abnormal activity of his soul, he withdrew the power he used to sense the outside world, and closed himself in his body like a person who had truly fallen into a coma.

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