The gate of the city hall in Palomite City is currently tightly closed, and the two gray dwarf soldiers who were guarding the door before rushed to the mechanical mage with their own death, and then one of them fell unconscious to the ground with a punch to the head, after all, the Iron Golem's big iron fist is no different from a hammer.

Abel's arm was raised, and the steel-cast fingers pointed at the two closed doors and cast a simple one-ring sealing technique, and then an invisible magic lock was added to the main entrance of the hall, causing several gray dwarf soldiers who had quickly tried to get out of the battle to stagger to the door, and then in despair, the door to the outside of the hall was locked by some strange force for some reason.

"The city hall of Palomet is built in the middle of the city, and the barracks of the gray dwarves are a little further away, in the neighborhood near the city gates." Soros squatted in the head of Abel's helmet, looked at the gray dwarves who were so anxious that they began to split the door with their axes from a distance, and smiled coldly, and casually repeated the information that the blind prophet Zeken had told his group in advance in the cave chamber and then repeated it to his mage master.

The Mechanic Mage maintained the posture of raising his hand to cast the spell, and stood in place and calmly responded through the telepathic link: "Then we should clear this place before the enemy's reinforcements arrive." ”

"Yes, the barracks will always notice movement on the town hall side, sooner or later." The pitch-black male cat demon pet made a comment with sharp eyes, "So hurry up, this time I will give you some lethal large-scale spells." ”

"Understood."

Abel ended his spiritual communication with his pet, and the mechanical head glanced at the battle line formed by the four of Raven, Kotor, Belelis, and Stonefist, confirming that his companions were beginning to gain the upper hand after gradually overcoming the disadvantage in numbers, and then continued to aim in the direction of the main entrance of the hall to perform the finger movements and incantation chanting of the next spell.

Under the teachings and advice of the Grey Court Sage Yu Stina, he does not specialize in any school of spells, and therefore does not oppose any school of spells, although he cannot obtain the casting enhancement of a single spell system, but he can cast spells of any school relatively well, as long as the relevant knowledge of that spell is mastered by its special construct-

For example, the fire wall technique of the 4-ring plastic energy system!

Dorothy's fireball technique had already bombarded the fire elemental energy in this banquet hall very actively, and the magic fire wall that Abel unleashed next immediately rose up with a "boom" along a straight horizontal line parallel to the door next to the main entrance of the hall.

The few gray dwarves who tried to escape were immediately ignited by the impressive wall of flames, screaming and waving their arms to escape.

Able looked at them indifferently, and without waiting for his spell interval to pass normally, he immediately grabbed a magic scroll containing greasy spells out of thin air and used it.

A blend of oil and fire - the chain of spells, the wisdom of the mage!

If the camera zooms in on the flow of time, the Grey Court Sage's student is undoubtedly wearing a spatial ring on his hand that had been given to him by his mentor earlier, but the metal magic ring is not very conspicuous on its steel fingers.

So the magic spell oil splashed over and spread on the ground, and the raging fire of the wall of fire was cruelly and mercilessly channeled to the feet of the gray dwarf soldiers who had just turned around and tried to escape, so that this time they were completely overwhelmed by the rolling flames, and the terrible howls grew smaller and smaller, until they were engulfed by the huge fire!

The flames engulfed the few gray dwarves who had almost fled the battle, and for a moment illuminated the pitch-black environment, except for the small area of space on Urs's side that was shrouded in darkness.

The dark curtain of magic blocked the fire.

The two drow warriors who were engaged in the battle with Urs were not affected by the light, and the melee with the scimitar saw that his blade was swung against the tip of the young man's nose, and his free left hand immediately pulled out a short dagger from the right side of his waist and swiped it at the latter's neck!

In the hand-to-hand grappling, the agile dark elf smiled at the corner of his mouth, and he was very confident in this!

Urs's eyes moved downward, and he tilted his head to see the dagger in the hands of the drow warrior, and his leaning back body quickly leaned to the left, using his left leg as the axis, and his right foot was lifted up to kick the dagger in the opponent's hand - and then the result of this confrontation was that the drow warrior's dagger was not kicked off by his feet, but compromised and temporarily changed the target, and his joints were numb as his wrist twisted and cut his knee.

The young man immediately realized that the dagger's short blade had been poisoned. The toxin on the dagger soaked into his flesh along the wound in his knee, and soon released the paralyzing effect of the drug in that mass of muscle.

He cursed in his mind, damn it, and said in his heart that if the standard two-handed sword in his hand, which was only +1 enchantment, had been replaced with the cursed blade that had been destroyed by Dambert with dissociation, this cunning underground elf would have been killed by himself along with the two dead companions in front of him!

But complaining is complaining. Urs gritted his teeth, ignoring the wound on his right knee, and after breathing a sigh of relief, he pulled his sword out of the chest cavity of the second drow warrior he had just killed, and stabilized his balance under his feet.

The trait of the character called Regeneration caused the visible dagger wound on his knee to heal quickly with a visible exaggeration, and the physical attributes of a distant human also quickly neutralized the paralyzing toxin that soaked in his knee.

It took only a second to do that—

He bared his teeth at the drow warrior who wielded the scimitar and dagger, and his companion who stood behind the guy with a crossbow, the giant sword in his hand rearranged to prepare for the attack, and the dark magic that surrounded the three of them suddenly dissipated due to the interference of the third party, causing the blazing fire created by Abel to suddenly shine unhindered!

The remaining two drow warriors were stabbed in the corners of their eyes by the scorching firelight, and their limbs suddenly reflexively blunt—

"Urs, chance!" Thea lifted the emblem bracelet of the sun and the scales and pointed it this way, and it was she who used the three-ring magic "Lifting the Magic" to crack the dark spell that blocked the light.

The silver wolf-eared maiden reminded the young man loudly.

Needless to say, the tacit understanding between Urs and her immediately locked onto the Drow warrior holding a melee weapon in his rage, and the cross-shaped giant sword in his hand stabbed straight towards his body in a similar way of attacking with a mounted spear!

He was very fast, his pace of movement and the movement of his sword were as fast as lightning, and the next moment he successfully pierced the head of the drow warrior who had just stabbed him in the knee!

The last remaining drow warrior blinked from the firelight, his crossbow attempting to complete the second shot of the battle before the young man drew his sword from the head of his companion in front of him, and then simply dropped the scimitar that switched to melee.

He planned it all, expertly operating his long-range weapon, the loaded crossbow aimed at Urs, and the finger pressed on the crossbow trigger was about to knock down - but the view between himself and the young man happened to be half blocked by the companion in front of him who had been shot in the head with the crossed greatsword, thus creating a subtle blind spot.

With the help of this blind spot, Urs's right hand suddenly detached from the hilt of the weapon, and a small object flew into the enemy's face with a flick of his arm!

The drow warrior with the crossbow in his hand was stunned.

What is that?!

One handle—

"Smack!"

The Poison Throwing Knife of the Raging Knight's Righteous Poison Throwing Knife, the Spatial Ring, provided a flexible means of combat for the young man, and then stabbed squarely into his eyebrows, causing his pupils to tremble and roll in his eyes, and his legs fell limp and he fell weakly......

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