Ten long.

He's got it to you. ”

Adriman looked at Qing Qi, who had figured it out, "including dragon skin scrolls, mana nuclear crystals, and other precious magic materials that are not very valuable in the mage guild," if he can really help you do it, then these costs are not too much. ”

"Yes. ”

Abu Zhou nodded.

"Okay, very good, Adriman's expression now is more common even for Abner, that is a deep relief, he turned around, this action is not at all like an old man, he looked at his own child, his expression was serious, and said in a deep voice: "The seat of the monk, you must find a way to get Abner to show a look of puzzlement.

"Do you think I value this seat too much?" Adriman smiled, he said with some emotion: "When I was young, I thought that only strength can decide everything, so I worked very hard to climb to the top, and I didn't care about any of these false names and positions, it turned out that I was wrong, there is far more powerful decision-making power in this world Abner was shocked, and said: "More powerful decision-making power? What is it?" Edriman smiled faintly and said, "Balance and order." ”

"Balance and order?.

Abner was stunned at first, and then he realized, he couldn't help but look at this old man, as one of the masters of the Ten Husband Monarch, in his mind, he was already the pinnacle of the continent, and most people could no longer reach the existence, but over the years, he had only seen his mentor live a life similar to that of a hermit, and sometimes even inferior to a nobleman of slightly higher status.

"Since I can't go this way, it's best for you to take the other way. ”

Adriman patted Abner on the shoulder, "Since there is a chance, then you must catch Abner and can't help but say: "But now the three chief monks of the Mage Guild, it seems that none of them are willing to give up their positions, and under Merlin's control, they can't give up, right?"

Adriman waved his hand very carelessly, and said, "Since Landiston promised you."

Then he must have his way, and Abner nodded thoughtfully.

"Where is Landiston now?" Abner thought for a moment and said, "They had already set off before I came, and Knight Boris led part of the guards, so there must be an hourglass to arrive at the location, Adriman was surprised: "Why didn't Landiston personally lead the team?" Abner said with a look of displeasure on his face, " Bishop Lantiston is very happy to help us, but the upper echelons of the Monks need him to help the mages who came from Merlin, so he must divide half of the people, and the number of people who can reach here is much smaller than expected, so there should be time for Adriman to speak, when there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside, and then several Qi mages suddenly rushed in out of breath and shouted, "My lord, it's not good. ”

"What's going on?.

"The members of the Council of the Dead have rushed to the sixth floor of the temple, and they are attacking the last layer of defense. ”

The mage looked terrified.

Adriman immediately walked out of the cubicle and looked through the "atmospheric mirror", and then he frowned, the scene inside was even worse than he thought.

He looked at the pentagram in front of him.

It seems that it is going to be launched in advance.

"Boom".

Another bang.

Garin, the Lord of the Tower of Earth, stood in the hall, patting the dust falling above his head, his pale and tired face covered with sweat.

Relying on his magical power, the sixth layer has only lasted until now, but at this time he is already exhausted, and he doesn't know how long he can hold on.

The attacks outside one after another were like a storm, so that he had no time to rest at all, although with the help of the mana nuclear crystal, his mana was not in danger of being hidden, but the consumption of spirit was not compensable, he was like a taut string at this time, I am afraid that if he relaxes, he will not be able to rise again, and if it is tighter, it may collapse.

He's at his limit.

Originally, there were also a few mages from the Earth Tower to help him, and he didn't have to work so hard at all, but for some reason, those obviously hidden good positions were discovered one by one, so that only the one representing himself still emitted a faint light on the spar placed next to him, and the other six had completely dimmed.

He silently calculated that from the first hedron to the sixth one by one, the longest time it would not exceed five scales, that is, the other party had killed those mages in almost a single moment, and this inference shocked him.

It's very obvious, the next goal, that is, the last goal, is yourself.

"Boom".

It was the sound of an angry dragon's roar, and it was terrifying to listen to.

Just outside the door, a spear flashed with a huge black light, and the dragon-shaped fighting qi slammed into a layer of dark yellow light shield, and soon, it shook like a leaf in the wind, and it knew that it had fallen into the brink of collapse, and it could dissipate anytime and anywhere.

"You guys, all stand there!" Garin stretched out his hand and gave the order, but Fan Shan was a voice that made him feel weak, and the mage attendants of the 64th Act looked at each other, and they all stood near the gate, scattered in a fan-shaped shape to face the good man, and once the gate was rushed open, they would greet the incoming enemy with the most warm and fiery greeting.

Garin glanced at the apprentices he had brought out of the mage tower, and looking at their confident faces, he sighed softly, shook his head, and gave up on maintaining the "Earth Guardian" magic.

The gate shook a few times, and then it burst into countless tiny stones with a huge muffled sound without any suspense, and in the dust that had not yet dissipated, a black-haired young man walked in and the first thing that caught his eye was a hideous silver dragon lance.

"Is it all here?" the young man looked around nonchalantly, "your attitude of avoiding him has undoubtedly angered several of the mage attendants, and they have all lashed out at this man with their best spells.

The young man playfully raised the dragon spear, but it swept sideways, and a force suddenly swept through the entire inner room, flying whether it was a fireball, a wind blade, or an ice arrow, all of which were scattered by his fighting spirit in an instant, defeated, and the bait disappeared.

One of the mages seemed to be inexperienced, and was shaken by the vindictive spirit, stumbling back more than ten steps with blood spitting blood, and collapsed in the corner.

The mage attendants changed color and confronted the powerful magic head-on, and they had never seen a knight dare to be so direct.

Garin didn't attack, to be precise, he didn't even look at it, he took out a spar from his body with some pity, looked at it, and then threw it to the ground, and suddenly, the rich earth element densely filled the entire hall, enveloping everyone, including the young man and those mage apprentices.

He chanted loudly, and all the earth elements in the hall danced wildly, and they all gathered at the gate, and in Garin's slightly hoarse chanting, a huge pile of sand was born out of thin air, enveloping and burying the mage apprentice and the young man together.

Garin sat down in his seat exhausted, gasping for breath and wiping the sweat from his head with his handkerchief, the passage to the final seventh floor behind him, but the rocky sand was enough to resist him from retreating safely.

He barely supported his body to stand up, but only halfway through, his expression suddenly froze.

A crack appeared in the pile of sand, and it was indiscernible at first, but in an instant, the crack spread in all directions like a about to collapse, and there was a clattering sound.

Garin's breath became short, he reached into his arms, and took out a scroll with a shaky rope, although his movements were not chaotic at all, but there was a trace of nervousness and confusion in his expression.

At a quick glance just now, he had already recognized this young man as Ibusel of the Council of the Dead.

This person's strength exceeded her expectations, originally he thought that the other party was at most fourteen levels, but now it seems that the other party's peak strength is fully exerted, I am afraid that it will reach fifteen levels, and knights with this level of strength have almost nothing to compete with them on the front, even if it is the mage's guardian magic, if it is not for his own earth spell is the strongest defense among all the elements, I am afraid that he will not be able to resist it a long time ago.

But it doesn't matter, I still have this last powerful scroll in my hand, although I am very reluctant, but it is still insignificant compared to my own life.

The pile of sand finally collapsed with a loud bang, and the vaguely recognizable figure Garin picked up the scroll, his lips just opened, and before he could open it, his body suddenly stiffened.

A tremendous force bound him firmly to his seat, it was not a pure suction, but a feeling of loneliness, weakness, powerlessness, if words had to be put into words, a force of death.

"Boom!" the mound of sand finally broke apart, and a figure rushed out of the dust, a silver dragon lance with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

penetrated his body and nailed Garin directly to the seat, but strangely, his eyes, expressions, body, and movements were all frozen at that moment, and he didn't even have the slightest dodge movement.

Ibsel didn't even look at it, he turned around and waved his palm, and slapped a fireball directly in his hand, and before the mage attendant who could barely stand up from the corner of the wall could make any more moves, he was pierced through his body by a bow and arrow, and the powerful force drove his whole person to fly up and nail it to the wall.

The Council of the Dead and the Men of the Mask walked in one after another.

Ibsel turned around, and as he passed by the Dough Leader Moti, he suddenly turned his head sideways and said, "Next time if you interfere again, I don't mind a duel between the two of us." ”

Modi smiled indifferently and did not speak.

"Alright!" Seeing that there seemed to be some friction between the two, Baron Ulak hurriedly came out to play a round, "The defense of the sixth layer has been solved, everyone should hurry up and find the passage, the task will be completed soon, if there is any dispute, it is not too late to solve it after returning home." (To be continued), U