The battle between Modra and Egwen is over, but not on Tonatyu's side.

In the terrifying flames just now, both Tonatiu and the flame invaders were included in it, and they burned with joy.

If it weren't for the Tonatiu Demon, if it weren't for the Flame Invaders, they were high-level fire elementals themselves. Modra's super-large range spell, which took a long time to prepare and was incredibly powerful, might be able to knock out Tonatiu and the Flame Invaders in one fell swoop.

As a result, both the Flame Invaders and Tonatiu were unscathed in the flames, slashing at each other in the flames.

The fire elemental of this rock was squandered by Jadra's spells, and the rock was burned out. After Modra lost control of the spell, the flames vanished, and the rocks within a radius of several hundred meters crumbled, leaving Tonathius and the enemy in it, falling into the pit.

Caught off guard, the two flaming invaders fell into a mess, and Tonatiu reacted first, barely hitting the ground, and then slashing together.

He understands now.

The two-headed flame invaders, whose power of the flames were restrained by themselves, could not help themselves except for their fists. But in the same way, he didn't know what their entities were made of, and his steel greatsword slashed at them, except for cutting some white marks, he couldn't help them.

The result was a beating.

Neither Tonathiu nor the Flame Invaders can do anything about it, and it depends on who dies first.

And the elements than physical strength, although I know that my current body is very good, endurance and physical strength are amazing. But Tonatiu was still a little self-aware, and he knew that he couldn't continue to spend it like this.

Either run.

When you find a weapon that can hurt them, come back and pack them up.

Either that......

Tonatiu glanced at the two mages in the distance, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards the mage with his big sword.

If only Egwen.

Even if it is at the same level, with a wave of his hand, it is estimated that these two elements will be destroyed, right?

Will she help?

It should be ...... Right?

Anyway, magic can't help itself, it's okay if you don't help, just run away if it's a big deal!

Tonatiu made up his mind to run.

He ran.

The two flaming intruders were stunned for a moment.

The battle with them just now was fierce, which made them helpless, and the flesh and blood creatures that made them frantic actually ran away without a sound.

"Roar!"

Two roars.

Flames rekindled from their bodies and chased after Tonatiu.

This side.

Modra was defeated.

She had been defeated by a basic magic missile, and her spirit had been devoured by the disrupted spell she had unleashed, and she was now in boundless agony.

Egwene stood beside her.

She shook her head.

"When fighting, it's not that the more powerful the spell, the better, but that the right spell should be used in the right place and in the right place."

"If you use it well, sometimes a catapult may be able to defeat a blue dragon. Modra, you're talented, but you're too impatient. ”

Modra couldn't speak anymore.

Her expression was very uncomfortable, and it was clear that she was in great pain. Falling from a great height, a powerful spell that retaliates, neither of these two things is easy for a young girl mage.

"Hey......"

Egwene sighed.

Her slender, white hands glowed blue, and the light fell on Modra's body.

"Hopefully this will make you feel better, I'm not very good at healing."

Under the guidance of her mellow and gentle arcane power, the pain of the backlash in Modra's body calmed down a little, and although she couldn't speak, her expression was a little more comfortable, and her eyes revealed gratitude.

See her like this.

Egwen, who has become a mother, can't help but feel a touch of tenderness in his heart, this is still a child!

She actually liked this mage who was so good at such a young age. She felt that if she didn't have children, she would probably choose to pass on the power of the guardian to such a descendant.

That's when it happened.

She heard a rumbling sound in the distance, and Egwene looked up and saw the trolls in the distance with two fire elementals rushing towards her, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed.

Trolls?

None of the good things!

While she prepares a spell to kill the trolls and the fire elemental, she comforts Modra:

"Kid...... Take a break and get some sleep. I'm not going to do anything to you, I'm going to send you back to Kenrito, wait a minute, you're ......"

Suddenly.

Egwen noticed that at some point, Modra's grateful eyes turned a little cold. And maybe when Egwene looked up at the troll, there was a black mist drifting into Jadra's body on her waist, and Modra's hand had crept into her waist and grabbed the thing.

"Kid! No! ”

Egwen exclaimed in surprise, and after a pause in the preparation of the spell, Modra had already pulled out a curved black dagger from her waist, and her face became a little hideous at some point, and she screamed:

"Egwene! Traitor to Tirisfa! Die! ”

The dagger slammed into Egwen's abdomen.

Shout!

Although Egwen was not shocked, in a flash, the light on her body flashed, and she reappeared dozens of meters away, but the white mage robe had a trace of blood.

Half-lying with a hideous face, Modra was unsupported, and suddenly fell to the ground weakly, but the dagger in her hand had Egwen's blood dripping.

Egwene was injured.

The former Guardian, who had never been injured, was in shock, and before she could attack or make a decision, a faint plume of black smoke suddenly flew towards her from the dagger in Modra's hand.

This black smoke looks really ordinary, like the exhaust gas from the smoking that has recently become popular on the human side, but just this glance, the former guardian has the feeling of being targeted by an indescribable horror, and the panic that did not appear in the face of Sargeras back then actually appeared in her heart after her body was injured.

Moment.

The cold wind seemed to blow past Egwene's ears, wrapping around the messy and strange piles of rocks around him, and letting out an unwilling roar like a wraith.

I don't know when, the original scorching sun of Huoyu Mountain, but now there is a moon light. One was Elune, one was the Blue Child, and the other, the moon on the edge of the cliff - oh no, it certainly wasn't the moon!

Egwene saw it hanging alone in the sky, not even a star around it—that was why she thought it was alone, it was crimson, like human blood, like those that flowed from her aching abdomen.

The red moon caught Egwen's eye, and she didn't know how to describe it, it wasn't very large, but it was fragmented, and it was placed on a pale-colored altar......

Yes!

It is not the moon.

It's Egwen, it's itself, it's its own body!

The altar containing Egwen's body was definitely not a natural creation, as if it were engraved with the words of the gods, but it was obscure and dark.

The surface of the altar is filled with a red liquid that looks like blood, and it is still flowing, is it your own blood?

Egwene was puzzled.

If the corpse on the altar is himself, then what is he now? If it's Egwene on the altar, then what am I?!

It was as if the altar had just undergone a sacrificial ritual, and the wretched prey had been eaten by the sacrificial master, leaving only some of the limbs of the sacrificial prey, and the wreckage was covered with white muscle-like lines that made Egwene's stomach cramp.

She looked down and wanted to throw up.

However, this bow, Egwen, who had seen so much that even the Demon King had seen it, almost screamed.

Because she saw that she didn't know when, the place where she was standing had turned into a red blood water, she hurriedly raised her head, and the Fire Feather Mountain had disappeared.

At this time.

A gentle arcane fluctuation came from his hand, and Egwen's heart calmed. She glanced down, and Elunis shone brightly on her hand.

She looked up at the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood around her, and a sneer appeared on her fair and beautiful face.

"Vision? What a vision. It seems that the caster is my blood. Elunis, thank you! ”

Egwene had come to her senses, she knew what was going on, and she tried to start breaking the curse and spirit magic attacks.

Suddenly.

A jumbled sound sounded in the sea of corpses and blood.

She could tell it was troll language, and of course the former Guardian, who had lived for hundreds of years, was fluent in many languages, and of course she could understand it.

"Hello? The one on the ground, get out of the way!! If you can still move, get out of the way! ”

"Hey!"

"Unlucky!"

“……”

The illusion shattered, and when it shattered, Egwen seemed to hear a scream full of unwilling anger in his ears, and it was as if there was nothing.

She came back to reality.

Egwene looked up and saw not far away, the tall troll, holding the unconscious Modra, was chased by the two fire elementals, and was rushing towards him.

The dagger, which was still dripping with his own blood, was swarthy in the sun, and was held to his chest by the unconscious Modra, which made Egwene feel uncontrollably cold in his heart.

"Humph!"

Egwene snorted coldly.

The next moment.

The light flickered.

She disappeared in place.