Terror Island, Southern Mountains.

In dense dense forests.

"I mean, you may have done something stupid." Torcedrin frowned, looking at Santis, unconscious, with a gray-black mist on his face.

"How?"

"It's a curse power. Or something like a curse. The ancient evil gods, I have heard of their fame. Said the prince of Sindra. Whoever falls victim to this cursed power is unlucky. And the good thing in the misfortune is that the willpower of the existence resists their invasion in a certain sense......"

"But ......"

Tocedlin waved his hand.

"I saw that you knocked her unconscious, which is equivalent to erasing the good fortune in the misfortune. She loses her initiative, and her will is in a sense physically blocked by you. She couldn't subjectively resist the curse of an evil god from outside. ”

"Uh......" Tonatiu scratched his head. That's when she lost control of her body. You want to attack me, the situation is urgent...... Well, I may have shot more heavily and recklessly. ”

"It's a tricky situation." Tosedlin said. "Honestly. I have never confronted the power of the ancient gods, but I know from the records of various texts that they are very difficult. Even the top arcanists were reluctant to approach them. Only Queen Azhara has ever been exposed to this power. Afterward...... She also embraced this power. ”

"Just tell me what to do." Tonatiu simply said that Santis's current situation looked bad to the naked eye.

Her face was covered with gray-black mist, and she looked hazy. From time to time, gray-black mist also drilled out of her slender body, and then drilled into her body.

She was being corroded at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Tonatiu wanted to save her, and the materialist aura was able to stop the gray-black mist.

The problem was that Tonatiu couldn't control this power freely, and where his hand was pressed on Santis, it could have a dispelling effect on that part.

But he only had two hands, holding down her face, and the mist crept in from the back of her head. The face and the back of the head are blocked, and the mist will enter and exit from other parts of the body.

Tonatiu could release some of her materialist aura, but it couldn't last long—when released, she would recover briefly, but after a while the corrosion of Enzos would re-entangle.

Listening to Torsedrin's words now, it seems that she will look so serious, as if it is her own fault.

"I don't have a good idea." Tocedrin's long, thick eyebrows shrugged. "To be honest, I've never seen anything like that. It was also the first time I had come into contact with this power, and I could only try to seal the curse inside her with magic. But whether it will have an effect or not, I can't guarantee it at all. ”

"So what are you waiting for? Give it a try. Tonatiuma said.

The conflict between trolls and elves comes and goes quickly.

The prince of Sindra was not slow to compromise at all, and immediately accepted the offer after being grabbed by Tonatyiu's clothes and pressed against the tree.

The trolls help Eresaras solve the Imortar and energy crises, and Sindra opens their tome to the trolls while volunteering to become a spell advisor to Zutona.

He couldn't help but refuse, for if he didn't, he felt that this strong and terrible monster would screw his head off.

Under the premise that all kinds of escape magic and defensive magic equipment have no effect.

Proper compromise is a standard option for a mage or arcanist.

There is no shame at all.

Not at all.

Torsedrin began to condense the arcane elemental, sealing the power of the evil god within Shantis for Shantis.

Tonatiu stood a few steps away to avoid Prince Sindra's sealing magic, which had no effect due to his health.

According to Tosedrin's own observations, the situation of Santis was completely different from that of Modra.

Modra is just a magic backlash, and the arcane torrent of the riot is her own.

The situation is basically that the soldiers in her body are disobedient, and Tonatyiu has helped to train many times, and the soldiers can be successfully cured when order is restored.

And Santis, now herself, the military commander, was knocked unconscious by Tonatiu, and her own "soldiers" lost their command.

At this time, there were still powerful and evil enemies outside, and Tonatiu's power could only help her partially "retreat", unable to defeat the enemy.

In the absence of the military commander, if Tosedrin's magic can be successfully sealed, it will temporarily limit the invading "enemy army" as a whole, which is much better than a partial repulsion of Tonatyu.

Pentagram, Hexagram, blue spell particles, and the pervasive smell of ozone......

In Tonatiu's sense of smell, the smell of arcane is ozone-like.

Torcedrin gently revived his massive circle, pressing down on the seal circle he had condensed in the air, and releasing it on Santis's body.

"Peng" sounded softly.

Santis snorted softly.

Tonatiu's face was a little bad, and he could tell from his spell blind that Tosedrin's sealing magic had failed, or rather, was resisted.

"It doesn't work. My magic is dead. Torsedrin's face was pale and sweating profusely, "The power of the ancient gods is blocking my spells. The power of the moon god in her body is also resisting the arcane ......"

"Try again?" Tonatiu asked, uncertain.

"I'm afraid not. I don't have more powerful sealing magic, and I won't be able to cast similar spells anytime soon. Sealing spells are inherently one of the toughest types of magic, and it takes a lot of energy to cast them. "Tosedlin looked tired, visibly tired.

Tonatiu looked down at Santis on the ground again, her condition deteriorating at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The first time he realized the power of the Old Gods, the time Nalarex was able to break the connection between the druid and the dream, it didn't mean that he could lift Shantis's curse now.

"Is there anything you can do?" Eventually, Tonatiu turned to Saratas for help.

"I've said that a long time ago." Salatas said in a mocking voice. "Plunge me into her chest, and I can devour the power of Enzos. But I won't guarantee that she won't be influenced by me! ”

It means that Enzos was driven out in exchange for Saratas.

Tonatiu was silent.

And Santis really came to his senses and saw a dagger in his chest, or a wound that large in his chest......

She's not a small character, she's really controlled by Saratas or Enzos, and it's possible to influence the relationship between Kadore and Zutona to the present.

"Is there any other way?" Tonatiu asked again.

"Yes." Saratas used a tone that was a bit like a mockery, a bit like a joke.

"I'm not sure, though. This method has no effect. ”

"Huh?"

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