The crisis was at hand, and at this time, the two thieves had no time to think about anything, and they shouted at the same time, throwing a handful of white powder in their hands together. [Latest chapter reading.]

The white crystals that rose up like the finest white sand that had been ground suddenly created a white mist in front of the two people, and the powder emitted a faint soft light, as if spiritually extinguished two lava fireballs at once.

This is an item extracted from the white stone used to defend against magic, which needs to be ground into powder through a series of processes, and a special alchemical preparation is added, and it is quite expensive, this one is equivalent to spilling the same amount of gold ten times as much.

It took more than ten years for the two thieves to accumulate so many belongings, and if they were used under normal circumstances, they would calmly choose the right amount, and would not waste even a little bit, but such a large amount was actually far beyond the limit that this magic could bear, but at this time, when it was time for their lives, they could no longer afford to think about it carefully, and they had to scatter it all at once, and the pain was extremely painful while scolding Howard.

As soon as the balls of lava that rolled down came into contact with the white powder, they melted like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, and the flames were instantly annihilated, and then their volume shrank sharply, and when they shrank halfway, the elemental structure originally constructed by the spell had been completely destroyed, and finally dissipated without a trace in a muffled cracking sound of heart palpitations.

The catastrophe was finally escaped, but the two thieves finally breathed a sigh of relief, but only for a moment, the uncontrollable feeling spread to them again......

"Ah, you two did a good job, work hard, we rushed over and slaughtered Nioried, rush" The exaggerated tone of a stage actor sounded in my ears again.

The two thieves were furious, and what they wanted to kill most at this time was actually Howard's scrap, but this time they found that they couldn't even speak.

"There are two in front, and I believe that no difficulty can stop us, so let's rush forward with glory now. ”

No matter how mentally cursing this damn guy, these two thieves can only obediently accept their fate in an unfavorable situation at this time, and have the experience of being suddenly let go and manipulated for the first time, although they don't know what the reason is, they rely on their intuition to judge that whether Howard intends to do this, or has to do so, there is a possibility that there will be a second time to be let go and manipulated.

The last time they were unprepared, and the next time if the opportunity arises, they could get out of control.

Patience and forbearance are the capital that a thief can survive, and self-chaos will only die faster, and the two of them, as outstanding thieves, certainly understand this truth.

Almost as soon as Howard spoke, they had already rushed within fifty meters, and once they rushed in, they would only need to tear open the teleportation scroll and teleport Ibusel over, and it would be Neoried's turn to have a headache.

There was no movement in front of them, and the pupils of the two thieves also contracted sharply, no matter which side they were, it was impossible to have no movement at this time, the calmer it was, the greater the danger they would face.

However, if you want to get out of control, that's your last chance.

But it was at this time that a black dagger engraved with mysterious lines suddenly poked out of the air silently, and then quickly slashed behind the necks of the two people, because the speed was too fast, the phantom image was like two insects lightly dotted on the surface of the water, and faded away in the looming.

The expressions of the two thieves did not change, and even their steps did not have the slightest disorder, but the signs of life in their eyes were disappearing little by little.

At this moment, Neoried, who was above, looked down with a blank face, here through a certain atmospheric transmission technique, he could clearly hear the conversation of the members of the Council of the Dead, of course, such a trick was very shallow, and he did not do anything to cover it up, it is more likely that the other party would use this to deliberately say something to mislead his judgment, but as a powerful mage, he can still discern some clues through these.

In his opinion, as long as he is still in front of the passage, then if the opponent wants to break through here in a short time, there is no other choice but to teleport Ibusel, who has extremely strong melee ability, and the opponent has indeed done so before.

So, if you hold here, you'll be foolproof

Seeing the other party's figure getting closer and closer, the footsteps became extremely clear, even the face seemed to be clearly distinguishable, he sneered, raised his hand, and an ordinary fireball flew out with a bang.

Not one, but three, four, five, six...... Dense fireballs bombarded down like a shower, and the entire corridor shook because of the scorching air waves and the dull sound of breaking the air, this was not a skill at all, but purely suppressed by the number of magic, in this small space, even high-level knights, there was no other better way than to escape or resist.

The rumbling sound shook incessantly, and the passage seemed to collapse at any moment in the violent explosion.

The burst of fire and loud noises temporarily saturated people's eyes and ears, and the wind and waves of hot and cold air lifted Neorid's mage robes.

At this moment, a sense of danger suddenly rose in Neoried's heart, his eyes narrowed subconsciously, and in the firelight, a strange two-headed flying blade ignored the heat of the fireball and spun and rushed towards him.

It was a two-edged dagger, with two half-arcs opposite each other, and it seemed to have been specially treated, as if it was wrapped in something, and as soon as it appeared in the air, it let out a violent scream, and the sound even overshadowed the bombardment of the fireball for a while.

Nioried's expression was calm, when the flying blade was close to half a meter of his body, a faint light appeared from the bottom to the top under his feet, and the seemingly extremely weak aperture seemed to burst when he blew a breath, but the flying blade was like a crash on the extremely hard stone wall, making a loud sound, and it was easily bounced away.

But Neorid blurted out, "Be careful."

Due to the unique structure of the double-headed flying blade, it did not stop as expected, but nearly doubled its speed, and the two mages were exactly on the trajectory it was going to pass through, and they didn't have time to react before the flying blade spun quickly past their necks, and then plunged deeply into the candlestick behind them with a "grabbing" sound, and in the constant trembling and humming sound, the two mages fell stiffly to the ground, and the big pool of blood spurted out with blood bubbles, making several mages next to them chaotic for a while.

Neorid sighed, and looked ahead, and there was nothing left below the corridor.

He let out a cold snort, but then, he felt that something was wrong, and there was suddenly a magic fluctuation in the entire hall that was unfamiliar to him, his eyes widened, and he turned his head to look behind him, and his face suddenly changed.

The flying blade stuck in the candlestick, a scroll that had been wrapped in it was wiped open, vibrating ripples and magical elements were being released, and a brighter and brighter light seemed to be gushing out at any time and place.

"Ibsell?"

Neoried's face changed greatly, he had already felt the magic power attached to it just now, at first he just thought it was the enchantment effect on the weapon, in a hurry, he didn't think about it anywhere else, at this moment the flying blade was only more than ten steps away from him, if he let a spear knight who might be fifteenth level appear within this distance, even he would hardly have any ability to resist.

The only way to do this is to destroy the scroll before it becomes fully effective

But as soon as he raised the staff in his hand, he suddenly came to his senses, and the movements in his hand stopped abruptly.

That's not a teleportation array

But by this time it was too late.

A faint shadow appeared beside him.

Howard

From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of letting Ibusel teleport over, it was just deliberately said to Neoried.

And what he did was very simple, first use the two thieves to break within fifty meters, and then he was able to ensure that the two-headed flying blade could be thrown into the hall, and he did tie the dragon skin scroll to it, but the time to tear the scroll was different.

From the moment Neoried's fireball technique was activated, he tore open the scroll at the same time, but the object of teleportation was himself

The tenacity of the Dragonskin Scroll ensured that it would not have any effect even in the explosion of magic bombardment, and the fireball bombardment believed the fluctuations caused by the magic teleportation, allowing him to trick Neorid into teleporting out the hall and quickly entering the shadow stealth state.

As for the scroll on the flying blade, it was just a small prop he made to confuse the other party, although it was the same in sound and light as when the real scroll was opened, but it didn't really have any effect.

However, he had already managed to trick Neoried, which was enough time to attract most of the other party's attention, and the success allowed him to sneak in front of the other party.

By this time, he had raised his dagger high, but the expected breaking blow did not appear.

Howard actually flipped his wrist and struck Neoriid on his elemental shield with the handle of the dagger.

"Calm"

In this instant, a wave of shadow energy that had been compressed to the extreme was suddenly released, and as soon as it came out, they frantically expanded the space, so that a dark ripple spread out in all directions.

Each of the thieves has one or two special skills, and this move, "Calm", is a unique attack method for the high-ranking thieves of the Doomsday Thieves, and it took Howard two years to finally get rewarded for learning this skill.

After the destruction of the Doomsday Thieves, I am afraid that there are very few people in this world who can use this move.

Now it seems that this skill has lived up to its prestige, and at this moment all the elements in the air are vibrating violently, and they are all occupied by the crazy surging shadow energy, causing them to be squeezed so that they cannot guide and change.

Neorid didn't want to entangle with a thief at close range, for a mage, distance is their own life, and expanding the space between themselves and their opponents is already their instinctive reaction, but suddenly, both the body and the existing elements in the air seem to be imprisoned by a force, so that those usually extremely smooth means are completely used.

There are still more than a dozen mages around the hall, but now none of them dare to move, they are all fire magicians, all of them are good at powerful magic, although some magic in a small area will also be a few mages, but they have nothing to do when the two of them are so close, not to mention that this thief has a strange shape and extremely fast speed, which makes them even more uncertain, they can only hope that Neorid himself can quickly separate from each other.

And at this moment, Howard's second blow had arrived, and without being able to manipulate the element, the ring in Neoried's hand suddenly bloomed with a blue light.

A magic shield suddenly appeared

Howard's second blow stabbed the shield, and the surging shadow energy seemed to be ready to penetrate the hastily raised magic shield at any time, but it was blocked after all, just a little time, enough for Neorid to cast a spell, and his whole body suddenly disappeared in place.

"Flash"

"Bang"

Surprisingly, Neoried, who had already successfully cast this spell, was blocked at a distance of a meter away.

But the reason is that there is an extra person here out of thin air

Rapid teleportation, which must ensure that there is no obstacle in the path of the spell in the forward or backward path

But he was stopped

Without hesitation, without hesitation, Neorid repeated his old trick again, and he flashed away in the other direction, however...... He miscalculated again, and the whole person was stopped again.

There is also an inexplicable person standing here

One to the left and one to the right, two men dressed as thieves appeared beside him, and with Howard himself, he was faintly surrounded on three sides, while behind him was a wall, and he had fallen into a dead place

Neoried could see clearly that these two men were the thieves who had almost rushed in front of him earlier

That's impossible

Didn't the rain of fireballs kill them? How could they have come through unscathed? Was this a phantom of creation?

But the real feeling in the collision just now told me that this was definitely not an illusion like a mirror image, but a real existence

It's just that the two thieves have dull eyes, dull skin, and stiff limbs, and they don't look like living people at all, but two dead people, who just look like they've been under some kind of potion, and they stand there like zombies and can't fall.

Neorid's heart trembled heavily, and his gaze suddenly fell on Howard's finger, where there was a spatial ring.

That's how it is......

In just a short moment, he understood how this was done, and the other party actually stored the two people in the space ring like objects, and then released them at this time.

Since it is impossible for a living object to put into the spatial ring, so before that, these two people must have been dead, and if they were hit by the fireball, they should have been torn apart or become a pile of coke, and now it looks so complete, then it is the person in front of him who killed these two people in advance before the fireball attack.

At such a close distance, the opponent's speed is far superior to his own, is it just a matter of waiting to be killed? No, absolutely not

Neorid raised his staff and slammed it to the ground

With a bang, the elemental on his side exploded wildly, blasting the two thieves out.

Howard was also retreating, but he was actively dodging, but he kept laughing in the process of retreating, this smile seemed to Neoried to be extremely relaxed, and seemed to contain some special meaning in it.

He gently raised the dagger in his hand and waved it in the air.

"Fatal Cut"

Two sharp rays of dark energy actually jumped out of thin air inside the shield, forming a cross at Neoried's throat.

Deadly cutting This is the high-level technique of the dark blue thieves, using the obscure characteristics of dark energy, it is enough to hide the dark energy in the body of the target in advance, and manipulate them to suddenly burst out to assassinate at a closer distance, the means are extremely unexpected, and most of the people who die under this skill are mages.

A stash of blood spurted out, and Neoried's throat was cut open, and he felt his life and breath leaking out of it at a rapid pace.

Howard seemed to have just done something inconsequential, he didn't look at Neorid again, and the moment he landed, he took out a crockpot and threw it on the ground, and suddenly, a large gray mist spread out in the hall.

"Is it the Fog of Chaos?"

The mages shouted.

This secretion from the glandular sac under the skin of the abyssal mayfly was able to cause disorder in the air for a short time, and in the Second Continental War, the priests suffered terribly.

It's just that after the abyss was isolated, it gradually became more and more scarce in the next thousand years, spraying so much mist at once, almost instantly enveloping the entire hall, and the mages present all wondered if the other party had hundreds of abyssal mayflies.

But they didn't have time to complain, a faint figure seemed to shuttle unrestricted in the mist, and everywhere they passed, a terrible wail sounded.

Neorid took a few steps back and leaned against the wall behind him, feeling his eyelids grow heavier and his body lighter.

Even in a hostile position, he couldn't help but express his sincere admiration for the tactics used by the other side.

The timing of the opponent's grasp is just right, if the fog of chaos is used at the beginning, then the other party will not be able to kill all the mages, including himself, these mages and themselves no matter which one survives in the end, they can easily kill each other, but the other party chooses to solve themselves first, which seems unwise, but in fact, they take advantage of the psychology of the mages who dare not dare to attack themselves, knock themselves down and then cast the mist, and break the mages separately, in the whole process, every step of the other party is just right, and all the mages present, including themselves, will lead the nose, even if it is again, unless the mages are ruthless and kill themselves together, otherwise it still can't change the ending.

Neorid finally fell to the ground, the fourteenth-level mage with the title of "Dancer on the Strings", the chief monk of the Monks' Society, with a touch of unwillingness and emotion in his eyes, leaned against the wall and slowly died.

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