Kothwaite gasped, and with all his might, he 'shot' an already formed arrow of flame at the nearest monster, but while the other party was reduced to ashes, he was struck by the monster that pounced from the other direction, and although the magic shield around his body saved him from the fate of his men, the massive impact caused him to lose his balance and nearly fall to the ground.

In normal times, these monsters created by Rhaegar in Blackstone Island with the help of Sock's power would not even be able to touch half of Koswet's clothes, as long as he wanted, he could kill hundreds of such monsters with a simple spell, but now, after being 'drained' of most of his strength by that powerful spell, the only thing he could do was to protect himself.

"I need time," the tenth-order mage shouted inwardly, "half an hour, only half an hour." "For this mage, who already has a preliminary understanding of the power of the rules, and is only half a step away from stepping into the ranks of forbidden arts, half an hour is enough for him to recover a considerable part of his original strength. Reluctantly summoning another spell to turn the monster that was about to pounce on it to expand its results into an ice sculpture, Kothwaite ran his mind as fast as he could, thinking about how to get out of this precarious situation.

The mages were wise men, and although there were many of them who only knew how to immerse themselves in cultivation and did not know anything about the world, Koswaite was by no means that kind of person, and the mage quickly figured out a way to hit a monster with a poisonous beam, and before the massive monster fell, the mage who had performed the swift spell on himself had already preemptively burrowed under its body, and the next moment, the mountain-like monster had firmly crushed him underneath. Around them, the monster's companions were busy hunting their prey, and Kothwaite's men were struggling to escape their lives, and no one noticed what was happening on this side.

The monster's heavy body was heavy enough to crush a dozen of the best weight-carrying horses, and even though gravity-defying magic had been applied to the other party beforehand, making them only a few tenths of their actual weight in two hours, Koswaite still felt a pain that bordered on suffocation under the monster's weight. At the same time, the cover of the latter's huge body plunged him into darkness, he could not see the outside situation, only heard the noise from the outside world, and the strange smell from the monster made him even more unbearable, but in order to survive, this mage who had to float through or be carried by people with magic even walking on a slightly muddy ground since he was a child still forcibly endured.

This environment was undoubtedly extremely difficult for anyone, but as a tenth-order mage, Kothwaite's determined mind helped him a lot, and in an almost meditative state, he regained his strength while waiting for an escape opportunity.

"We've got to clean up here," a voice sounded not far from him, "those corpses are going to deteriorate quickly, and they must be cleaned up before they decompose." ”

"How about setting a fire to burn here?" another voice suggested, "These corpses can make good 'fat' material." ”

"Unless you want the smoke to be blown up to the Mage's Tower and be blamed for it," the voice that spoke first said, "In this season, the wind blows from here to the god of storms. "This monster is big enough," said the mage who spoke first, "and it seems that we can only summon the earth elemental to move it out of the way—the golems can't move it at all." ”

Koswait's heart contracted suddenly, his strength had only recovered at most thirty percent for now, but if the two mages really intended to remove the monster that was pressing on him, he would have to make a desperate bet. Silently running the magic power in his body, the tenth-order mage's 'essence' divine power quietly extended out of his body, communicating with the original energy of the outside world, once he *** in broad daylight, his magic will blow up all the creatures within a dozen meters nearby in the first time.

"Why bother?" said the mage's companion who spoke first, "our responsibility is only to clean up these corpses, and I have a better way to do that." A low, rapid chant rang out in Kothwaite's ears, and he suddenly noticed that the ground beneath him was rapidly softening, and he and the monster pressing on him were sinking at a speed that could be felt palpably.

"Let's turn this place into a swamp first," said the spellcaster, smugly, "and then, after all the corpses have been sunk, and then the magic is removed, everything here will be buried in the ground, and even if someone tries to escape by pretending to be dead, he will only be buried alive." ”

If it weren't for the fact that there were more footsteps approaching at this time, and judging from the energy 'waves' emanating from the opponent's body, there were at least two or three *** divisions among them, and his current strength was simply not enough to escape from so many opponents, Coswaite would probably have been unable to help jumping out - for a mage with a habit of cleanliness, it may not be fatal to be buried alive in the short term, but stay dirty,' The damp, dark underground, and the fact that unknown bugs crawled around and on his body was enough to make Kothwaite unbearable.

"What the hell," a third voice joined the conversation, one of the few *** divisions that Kothwaite sensed, "what are you doing here?" he rebuked his men, "if you're really that laid-back, go help Sauter clean up the leftover wreckage of those monsters, and remember, if you can't clean it up before dark, stay here and spend the night with these corpses." ”

The two low-level mages obviously didn't dare to disobey the orders of the *** master, they didn't even dare to justify, and left the place as fast as they could, "Let's go." The *** master said to his companions, and then Koswaite heard footsteps in the distance.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief, and for a moment's breath, Kothwaite cast a spell under his body that could dissolve everything below the fifth order with as little imperceptible as possible, but he didn't completely stop the process of turning the land into a swamp that would make others notice, but only delayed it. At the current rate, when he regained his strength, only the part below his knee would sink into the swamp, which was no obstacle to him now that he had regained his strength.

Time passed by and no one bothered Kothwaite, and when the feeling of power returned to him, an unspeakable ecstasy took over his mind, and after scanning the surroundings with his 'spirit' power to make sure that no one was nearby, the mage smiled and silently used his magic hand to move the monster corpse he was holding on his body, ready to leave.

A powerful attraction came from under his feet, and Kothwaite, who had already completed his flight, did not take to the sky, on the contrary, the suction from the swamp caused him to sink into the part above the knee, and then the big 'legs', the lower abdomen...... Kothwaite was horrified to find that all of his spells had lost their effectiveness, and within a few minutes, he was surrounded by mud from the waist down.