The black-robed poet stepped into the sight of those present from the edge of the Illumination.

The strings of the lute in her arms came to an abrupt halt, replaced by the five fingers of her right hand raised forward, and the next finger movement on her hand contained not only the necessary gesture for casting the spell, but also the verbal component of chanting the incantation.

It's just that her "chant" has no sound.

It was Drow Sign Language, a tactical mute invented by the Dark Elves in the Dark Realms.

The Bard also couldn't master the mage's class-specific "Spell Silence" specialty, but the black-robed poet who intervened in the battle skillfully mixed her Drow sign language as a verbal component into her hand's spell casting movements, and then aimed the spell she was about to complete at the troll witch doctor a little in the direction of her fingertips.

Mage 2-Ring Sorcery - Blindness (Necromancy): Blinds a target creature from a distance.

Govdo's knowledge of magic was not very deep, and the monster who relied on the Bloodline Talent to cast spells did not know what the other party had done to it in such a short period of time, and then found that the scene in front of him turned to complete darkness in the next second.

This is the first time it has experienced what it feels like to be blind.

The boundless darkness breeds the panic of the unknown.

"No, no! My eyes! Govdor suddenly shouted in panic, and the staff in his pestle fell backwards, and in the language of the trolls he ordered the remaining two ordinary trolls, "Stop these people!" Stop them for me! ”

Three of the five normal trolls had previously been slashed to the ground by Urs before they had time to regain their combat abilities through their regenerative properties.

It's a chance to win.

After recovering from her state of fear, Thea used the Demon Drinker's ability to resist magic once a day, waited for the white light on the face of the medium-sized steel shield to break the spider silk under her feet, and hurriedly ran out of the area covered by the spider web before the next exemption test of the spider web, and lifted the holy emblem bracelet in her left hand to continue to perform the magic trick.

This time, she chooses to cast an assist spell that provides the target creature with "Full Check +1 and 1d8 Temporary Health", switching the target to Urs, who is facing away from her.

The old thief Gloleden couldn't break free from the cobwebs that entangled his legs and feet for a while, but fortunately, his best attack was long-range shooting.

Judging from his previous adventures, the spider web under his feet did not deal magic damage, so he simply stood still and continued to operate the sour tooth crossbow in his hand.

The mysterious black-robed poet let go of the lute instrument that was slung at his side from his shoulder, and his interlaced hands pulled out a pair of curved scimitars from the left and right sides of his waist, and quickly rushed past Grolayden and Thea to one of the two trolls in front of Urs.

The two steel-forged scimitars in her hand have the characteristics of the desert ethnic craftsmanship of the Kasha region east of the Golden Que Ying Empire, with a single-sided blade, a streamlined arc, and a more slender and graceful blade structure than the broad-bladed saber, and the requirements for the user are more agile and dexterous than pure brute force.

The gray webs that covered the shore ground tried to entangle her steps, but the white silk seemed to be cut off by an invisible membrane to reach the soles of her shoes, because there was something special about the boots under the black poet's feet.

【Boots of Free Movement】

Item Type: Shoes +1 (Magic Item)

Movement Speed +1

Immunity to impaired foot movement

Requirements: None

- Don't expect it to help you say goodbye to falling flats, if you have one

Enchanted boots are rare, as shoes are easy to wear and tear, and the size of the wearer determines the size range of the wearer, so most mage craftsmen along the Emerald Bay are reluctant to waste their time working on a pair of ordinary leather boots.

The hooded black-robed poet was fast, and then passed by Urs's side, using the inertia of his dash to swing the scimitar in his hand into the arm of a troll in front of her.

The troll she had picked up had to wield its arms and claws to fight it. She uses her skillful knife skills to parry the monster's claw strikes, and her dual-wielding fighting style eases the pressure on Urs.

The black-haired young man hadn't forgotten that he was still fighting—he subconsciously glanced at the black-robed man with the twin knives, assuming that the latter was at least temporarily an ally on his side, and then stepped up his side to continue attacking the last remaining ordinary troll.

There is no suspense in a one-on-one battle.

Thea's aid was then cast on him. Under the slash of the blade of the Cursed Blade, the troll standing in front of Urs quickly swayed and fell crookedly with a stump of arms and legs, and Groleiden's strong acid arrow soon cooperated with the black-robed poet with the twin knives to deal with the other.

All at once, the balance of the situation was reversed.

Reality is sometimes so unpredictable and dramatic. The troll witch doctor named Govdor sensed danger in his eyes, and as a spellcaster, he was much thinner than the average troll, and he did not have the "blind fight" specialty to deal with hand-to-hand combat in a blind state.

Taking a deep breath into its lungs, it suddenly stood still, no longer moving, and began to cast a new spell using the vocalization that had not yet disappeared.

This spell was a desperate choice that it had never intended to be used for.

Govdor didn't deliberately aim in the direction of the spell, and the hot elemental gradually gathered into its hand through the cloudy and vague magic spells in its mouth, faintly polishing a little dazzling spark slag on the tips of its claws.

"Stop it! This monster wants to die with us! Grohledon stared at him from a distance, screaming in fright, and quickly lifted the sour tooth crossbow that had just been loaded and aimed it at the troll witch doctor who was about to cast a spell and pulled the trigger.

His fears were rightly founded.

The spell that Govdor is preparing at the moment is the most famous of Castaño's many low-ring spells, the "Fireball Technique".

But of course, the crossbow still fires a strong acid arrow faster than it can be.

The brown-haired old thief hadn't deceived Urs and Thea three days earlier in the evening, and his crossbow and eyesight were needless to say, the arrow was dedicated to interrupting the spell's long-range shot, and then hit the blue-yellow skin on the right side of Govdo's nose with precision, causing the troll witch doctor to tilt the corners of his mouth and his entire head back from the thrust of the arrow.

It scrambles to adjust its body's balance.

Unfortunately, Urs's figure immediately followed it, and the heavy blade of the sword swung violently towards its neck, causing all the thoughts in its mind to rise into the air in the next moment with the blood gushing out of its neck and the swirling head.