In the dark, lightless passages, four dwarves with weapons walked together, talking loudly and happily in the dwarven language as they went, and two of them even took a sip of wine bags sewn from goatskins. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Enough, don't drink any more. The leader said that you should not drink until something important. A dwarf without a sac listened to the gurgling sound in his companion's throat and the smell of ale in the air, and twitched his own saliva, which was about to flow out.

"Important? What is important? Do you mean you're going to slaughter the tall guys? It's about igniting passion with ale, and it's even happier when you slaughter the tall ones, hahahaha...... "A dwarf wiped the foam that ran down his beard, and laughter rang out in the empty underground passages. In order to allow the passage of tall military golems, these underground passages were designed to be unusually tall when they were shaped, which was extremely large compared to these dwarves, who were a little shorter than ordinary people.

The other dwarf, who had no ale to drink, could only watch his companion swallow and say viciously, "If you want me to say, you should take all those tall men and keep them in captivity like goats." In the past, they used their abominable arcane to make us slaves to dig up veins of gems, and now we should take them as slaves to grow wheat and grapes and make wine for us. ”

"Then kill all the damn Arcanists first! You're so right! I can't wait to cut off the tall heads! Let me take a sip too, and we'll kill the tall humans!"

"No! This is mine! I'll kill all the merchants, and you'll get enough ale to bathe in! It won't be much trouble, those humans are as weak as old lizards with rotting disease, and they can kill five with an axe. ”

"But there are two abominable arcanists who can't even deal with the goldstone chieftain. That abominable arcane. ”

"It doesn't matter, didn't the fools of those legions promise to help us deal with the arcanists among them, and the leader of the tall yellow-skinned man, who is a formidable warrior. The Leader of the Golden Stone seemed to be fascinated by his fighting skills. ”

"Huh? It seems that there is a smell of blood? Is it the yellow-skinned rats who are sacrificing blood? No... The smell of blood seems to be—" As he was talking, a dwarf suddenly raised his nose. As a race that often moves underground, they not only have excellent dark vision, but also have a good sense of smell.

"This is the smell of our blood!" the other three dwarves also smelled blood, and they could make out the dwarven scent that it contained. But just as they were about to panic, there was a noise in front of them, and a dwarf figure staggered over.

"Ah, brother in front, is it Mulligan? What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?" The dwarves were originally members of the same clan, and they were basically familiar with each other, and they immediately recognized this dwarf. But what made them very strange was that this dwarf fellow had no weapons in his hands, some blood stains on his body, and his walking posture was slightly strange, and his expression was also in a trance, as if he hadn't woken up much.

"Hey, what's going on? Would you like a sip of ale to wake up?" the dwarves slapped at the compatriot who was so wrong that one guy even lifted his own wine bag.

Suddenly, a colorful light flashed through the dark passage, as dazzling and beautiful as a rainbow bursting out of the abyss. And in this colorful light, the heads of the three dwarves slipped silently from the neck, and under the pressure of the heart, which was several times more powerful than the human heart, the thick blood unique to the dwarves rushed up from the headless neck several meters high, and the original hazy smell of blood instantly became countless times larger.

Three low, headless corpses fell like barrels, two severed necks stenched with corrosion, and one scorched like they had been roasted by fire. The heads of the three dwarves who fell to the ground were still wide-eyed, and for a moment they couldn't understand the scenery and angle of the great changes in front of them, and their mouths were slightly open and closed but they couldn't make a sound. The only dwarf who hadn't dropped his head clutched his stubby neck and chin in a strange gurgling sound, thick blood rushing out like a fountain between his fingers.

There was a gabba sound, as if there was a sudden and powerful impact on the neck of the dying dwarf, which had not been completely broken, and the neck was completely crooked like a broken tree, and the half-severed cut was exposed to the air like a large mouth vomiting blood, and the dwarf fell limply.

The sheepskin around the neck of the scorching headless dwarven corpse on the ground burned, and the rising light of the fire illuminated the face of the only living dwarf. This is the dwarf who came out of it alone, but now his expression that had been in a state of ignorance fluctuated a little, as if the tragic death of the four compatriots in front of him had stimulated him, and suddenly his body trembled, his expression suddenly became excited, and his dull eyes suddenly became clear, as if he had suddenly woken up from a nightmare.

The dwarf jumped to his feet, his mouth wide open to scream, but with a click, the back of his head was dented by a large chunk, and his thick neck was planted forward at an abnormal angle under the strong impact. The spine and the back of the brain are the real lethal parts of all vertebrate creatures, even better than the heart, even if the dwarf's vitality and physique are far superior to that of humans, there is no chance that it will be hit by a devastating blow here, and the dwarf will fall to the ground with a thud without the slightest sound.

The entire passage was dead silent, except for the thick smell of blood and the uncertain glow of fire, making the dark underground passage look like a ghost.

Suddenly, a long sigh came out, and in the faint light of the fire burning on the dwarven corpse, the figure of Wind Yinqiu emerged from the darkness of nothingness like a ghost. He half-crouched on the dwarf's corpse, careful not to touch the ground or the dwarven's blood. In this dwarven territory, it is better to be careful, he has seen the wonders of the earth elemental magic of the earth priest, even if he can use a lot of arcane magic in his hands now, but he has never thought of competing with a magic caster in the field that the other party is good at.

However, looking at the five dwarven corpses on the ground, Feng Yinqiu still had to admit that this Euro Arcane was indeed wonderful, and the most wonderful thing was the almost infinite diversity, which could bring almost countless possibilities in practical use. A few days ago, he thought these dwarven warriors were quite tricky, but now that he had learned a dozen or so more arcane arts, he felt at ease with the use of them, whether it was a head-on encounter or a stealth assassination like this.

Completely different from the narrowness of divine art, the scope of this arcane art is too broad. The dozen or so arcane arts he has obtained these days involve a wide range of fields, even from the perspective of the Divine Dao Method, it is really a bit incredible, some can be good at manipulating people's minds like the Ghost Dao Illusion, some are completely hidden like the Kunlun Dao Method, some are like the Five Elements Dao Method, and some are like the Heavenly Master Dao Method, which are concentrating on mimicking the void creation. In the rivers and lakes of Shenzhou, it is absolutely rare to be proficient in the spells of so many factions, but it may not be a big deal in this European continent, because these are all included in the huge system of 'arcane'. While Arcanists have a preference for being good at it, others can be easily learned even if they aren't proficient.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in the passageway, and this time it sounded like there were as many as six or seven dwarves, and it was needless to say that the thick smell of blood here had drawn them in. Feng Yinqiu glanced faintly in the direction where the voice came from, and just squatted on the dwarf's headless corpse, without even moving a finger, his body began to become transparent again, and then completely disappeared into the darkness.

It didn't take long for the figures of the six dwarves to hurry over, and when they saw the corpses all over the ground, these experienced warriors, who had long been accustomed to fighting and killing, were shocked, but they were not panicked, and they screamed and scattered to look around, but they didn't find the enemy's figure, and then they gathered around. These dwarves of the same tribe are familiar with each other, and although they have experienced decades of fighting, coupled with their rough and irascible personalities, it can be said that they have long been afraid of life and death, but the friendship between them is still there. They all saw that there was another dwarf who had no head, and they all wanted to come and see if there was any help.

And Feng Yinqiu was quietly squatting on the corpse of this dwarf whose head was shattered, and watched coldly as these dwarves gathered around. This four-ring arcane 'high invisibility' can completely disappear his image, and even the smell of breath is suppressed under the effect of an inexplicable force field around him, although he probably can't hide the real masters, but these are just dwarven warriors who are good at fighting are completely imperceptible.

The colorful secondary rainbow sword had already silently sliced off the heads of the two dwarves the moment it appeared in Feng Yinqiu's hand, and the lightsaber condensed by this arcane condensation was almost as sharp as it could theoretically be, and the muscles and bones of the dwarves that could withstand the slashing of ordinary swords were like tissue paper. However, when it cut halfway through the third dwarf's head, the lightsaber also used all its energy and disappeared. Because of the talent and years of sedimentation, the bones of the dwarves have different degrees of earth element tempering, and those weapons that have been tempered by the elements, they are stronger and different from ordinary objects in nature, the rainbow magic sword can easily break through the solid stone wall up to one meter thick, but in the face of the dwarf bones, it can only be cut to this point and consume its own energy.

But that's enough, the elemental effect of this five-ring arcane directly made the liquid in the dwarf's cranial cavity boil, the dwarf's facial features twitched into an extremely strange expression, his hair, beard and eyebrows burned at the same time, and his relatively upright posture and center of gravity kept him from falling, just like suddenly turning into a thick torch and standing there stunned.

The dwarves' minds were much duller than those of humans, and they were all stunned in the face of this sudden and strange scene, and then in the next moment, the second rainbow sword turned into a rainbow and swept by, and the heads of two more dwarves rolled to the ground.

The last remaining dwarf finally realized that he had encountered an invisible enemy, but his brave nature made him not run away, but instead raised the axe in his hand with a roar of rage and slashed at the approximate location of the lightsaber just now.

Such an attack was obviously impossible to use, and the dwarf suddenly felt his shoulders sink, as if something had fallen on his shoulder, and then his mind was dizzy, as if he had suddenly fallen into a half-asleep nightmare, and countless voices were buzzing in his ears to whisper something into his ears. But the dwarf was only in a trance for half a second, and then he let out a loud cry of anger, and then he came to his senses again, dropped his axe, and grabbed at the top of his head.

Wind Yinqiu, who was sitting on the dwarf's shoulder, frowned. The 'secondary mind control' of these four rings seems to have limited effect on these battle-hardened dwarven warriors, and he has only managed to control one for transportation before, but Baron Atokin once used the same four-ring mental spell scroll to make a group of dwarves confused and dizzy, and I don't know what the truth is.

In the face of the dwarven warrior who was furious and stretched out his hand to grasp indiscriminately, Feng Yinqiu didn't have the heart to control him anymore, and slammed his fists with both hands, and landed on the dwarf's ear with a single blow. With a muffled thud, the dwarf's eyes almost bulged out, and thick blood poured out of his ears and nostrils. Even if the dwarf's head is much harder than that of ordinary people, it is nothing under the power of Feng Yinqiu, and under the power of the relative impact, the simple concussion has already shaken the brain marrow inside into a crushed bean flower.

Silence returned to the passage, and the dwarf, whose hair and beard had been burned out, still standing, the sporadic flames that had burned the sheepskin coat he had been wearing for an unknown amount of time, and the adult stains and grease on it emitted a foul stench while fueling the burning, turning the dwarf into a large candle that emitted a foul smell.

Feng Yinqiu stood quietly on the corpses of the dwarves, looking at the dwarven corpses scattered around and the scene that had condensed into a pool of blood, but his heart was not shocked. He has also seen the sea of corpses and blood that is thousands of times more massive and cruel than this, and these are really nothing. And for these dwarves who are about to attack and kill a group of innocent caravans, it is not a bad thing to kill as many as possible at this time.

And he didn't just kill for the sake of killing, he believed that the person he was really looking for would soon be able to see the clues he had left behind, and then take the initiative to come to him. Compared with meeting in front of the public, he felt that it was better to have a tacit understanding to chat privately with each other.

Feng Yinqiu couldn't help frowning as he felt that more than half of the Ten Thousand True Talisman had been consumed, as well as the speed at which the True Talisman was slowly recovering. No matter how many arcane arts were incorporated, or whether it was repelled by this heaven and earth and the magic net, or whether it was gradually compatible, this extremely mysterious and indescribable heaven and earth spirit rune was still the same as when it was in Shenzhou, completely recovering on a day-night cycle, that is, twelve hours and twenty-four hours. By this standard, it would be better for him to start accumulating strength in order to cope with the big war that might come later. Although the total amount of arcane that he can release now is about more than 10,000 spirit nodes, far better than any high-level mage, but after all, it is not endless, it takes about seven or eight seconds to recover a node, and any four-ring arcane will also consume the power of hundreds of nodes.

Anyway, the use of these new arcane techniques is almost familiar, so it is better to change to a slightly more economical method.

Listening to the dwarf's shouts and footsteps coming from the far side of the passage, Feng Yinqiu simply walked down from the dwarf's corpse.

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The time was getting closer and closer to the planned attack on the caravan, but the Golden Stone Leader did not have the slightest excitement or expectation, on the contrary, he was now so angry that he was almost crazy.

"Why can't you find that damn Arcanist? Why can't you find that damn Arcanist?"

The goldstone leader roared at the old earth priest, and the ground around him was littered with the corpses of dwarves in various forms. From the time something was discovered to be wrong, thirty or forty dwarven warriors had been quietly killed by the infiltrator. But they couldn't find any trace of the enemy, and now they had to gather all the dwarves that remained, at least within each other's sights. But it's not a good idea, and dozens of fireballs will suddenly fly out of nowhere, and all the dwarves will remember the weird arcane magic of that weird Eastern mage.

By now, the official plan had not yet begun, and almost a quarter of the warriors under the leadership of the Golden Stone Leader had been lost, and even with the battle-hardened spirit and gross nerves of the dwarven warriors, some were now in fear.

"The enemy is very cunning, he avoids contact with the earth, and I can't perceive him. The earth priest replied dryly. Although the magic is powerful, it is also very limited, and many cunning opponents will become difficult to deal with as long as they grasp the key.

"His Excellency the Great Priestess of the West has arrived. A dwarven warrior came running to report, relieving the goldstone chieftain. The last time I heard such an uplifting report was 50 years ago.

The tall figure of the Western High Priest stood out in the middle of a group of dwarves, and the chief of the golden stone did not know the adjective 'standing out from the crowd', and he saw it at a glance from afar. He could only hurry up and shout impatiently, "You're finally here, my friend." You promised me to deal with that abominable Westerner mage, and now he's hiding like a dastardly rat in a dark corner to assassinate our warriors. Didn't you warn me before? You must have noticed something, please find them out and kill them now, I promised you that I will never go back!"

"I see. The High Priest's voice was calm. "Let me see what the hell is going on. ”

The corpses of the slain dwarves had been gathered, dozens of stunty corpses piled up like hills, the thick blood had coagulated like glued paste, and the smell of the air was so thick that it seemed like he was stuffing a lump of rotten cotton into his nose with every breath. The high priest frowned at the first glance: "It would be better if you kept the scene as it was." ”

Despite this, the High Priest stepped forward to examine the bodies of the dwarves. He took a lighting crystal and looked at the headless or headless corpses one by one, especially the dwarves with different appearances. The charred corpses of the arcane, the cuts in the necks of the headless corpses, and the heads of the dwarves that had been beaten and distorted, he looked at each one carefully, like a painter looking at someone else's painting.

"That Oriental mage sometimes uses an arcane lightsaber, which can also add elemental damage when cutting sharply, and sometimes uses the focused arcane that deals direct damage. Later, though, he preferred to hit hard with a blunt object. The leader of the golden stone angrily explained that he was rare among the dwarves and could vaguely see something. "Almost every thump hits are in a lethal place, and the traces of those arcane lightsabers are also lethal attacks every time, this guy must have used the arcane of stealth or illusion, this despicable bastard ......"

"No, it's a fist. The high priest said suddenly.

"What?"

"It's not a blunt weapon, it's a fist. The High Priest's voice was still calm, but the eyes behind the masks had a different light. "It's interesting, it's so interesting. It seems to be a very unexpected opponent. I've got to find him. ”