The first effect of the frontal assault was that I became a shining light in the night, attracting a large number of moths to the flames.

Fighting fire moths, of course, is self-defeating. But if the number of moths to fight the fire is too much, my little lamp will not be able to withstand it, I am afraid that if I can't burn all the moths, I will be extinguished by the moths who go forward one after another! My personal strength is not enough to offset the numerical disadvantage, especially at this moment when I am surrounded.

I pulled out a spirit staff in my left hand and tried to ignore the enemies that were gradually surrounding me, and I focused my mind on this slender crystal. The ability stored in the wand isn't part of the Psychic Samurai class, but my level 10 psionic device ability easily allows me to mimic and use its power.

I was in a trance, and the primordial spiritual energy formed a silvery lightning bolt that scattered out from my body, forming a dense and tyrannical silver power grid within a radius of 24 meters outside my body, wantonly attacking any creature within its range!

"It's a mage!" The moths attacked by the power grid shouted, although the power grid attacked a large range and caused a lot of damage to creatures other than me in the range, but it could not kill any enemy for a while, and the fear of spells made them rush up one after another.

That's right, in the face of a mage who needs to focus on casting spells and is physically weak, it is indeed the best choice to attack with all his might. Although I am not a mage, and I am not weak, I am in a great crisis at this moment!

I couldn't even move while I was showing this damn ability!

A few blades stabbed and slashed at me, and the Mithril armor on my body was unbearable, and some of the Mithril clasps broke off, but fortunately, the Mithril Shirt that the bounty hunter let me change into was not as defensive as my magical Mithril breastplate, but it seemed to be a fine product, and it didn't allow any blades to penetrate deep into my body and cause too much damage.

Seeing the oncoming scimitar again, I couldn't dodge, but fortunately, there was a force field shield, which was transferred in time to block it. At the same time, there was the sound of heavy objects breaking the wind in the back of my head!

"Avoid! Parry! I shouted in my heart, a heat gushed out of my body, my body miraculously barely moved, and a heavy chain flail behind me slammed into my right shoulder! Under the impact of the heavy flail and the intense and severe impact of the shackles, I couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, my upper body fell forward, my right hand could no longer hold the "Heart-Eater", and I let go weakly and let it fall to the ground, deformed and melted into a puddle of liquid.

This large blunt weapon shook up on the battlefield, and even the heavy armor could not fully resist its damage, but it was not a suitable weapon for the dark elves, and the guy behind him was a player who belonged to this small family. Damn it!

If it were a normal manifestation, I would no longer be able to focus on it at this moment, but since the beginning of the sixth-level ability "Improve Mental Tyranny" stored in this wand, I have entered a state of frenzy that I can't even control myself, and I won't be interrupted by this continuous attack.

My left hand was still tightly gripping the wand and never let go, and I moved to move the force field shield above my head and neck to protect my biggest flaw at the moment! As for the rest of the body, only the defense of the Mithril shirt is expected.

The clasps on the back of the Mithril shirt broke and shattered under the next round of attacks, but they did their last duty, not letting the slashed blade penetrate too deep into the flesh, and the attack on the head and neck, the biggest point exposed to me, was deflected away by the force field shield.

However, the heavy flail I feared the most didn't fall, and the Mithril shirt had little defense against blunt blows, and if the opponent wisely chose my back instead of a head and neck with a strong field shield, I would no longer be able to support it.

There was a death-threatening scream behind him!

The screams began to rise and fall, and then gradually weakened, and then gradually calmed down.

The silver grid lasted for half a minute before finally stopping, and I was able to move my body again.

The first time I wanted to pick up the Heartlust, I couldn't move my right hand.

Looking around, with me as the center, there is a large area of electrocuted corpses lying all over the ground!

"Hehe~Hehe~Hehe~~~" I couldn't help but let out a bitter smile that would not die.

This level 6 ability, "Improve Mental Tyranny", is really powerful, especially against sieges, but I hope I never get a chance to use it again.

Putting away the spirit staff, I took out the invisible potion from my waist bag with my left hand, and reluctantly unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and drank the potion with the fishy smell gushing out of my mouth.

A group of soldiers rushed out of the front entrance, stunned to find that their companion was dead, and immediately scattered in search of the enemy.

I didn't dare to come out, I was crippled, and I didn't have a weapon in my hand, so it wasn't a good time to pick another group of soldiers.

Fortunately, the soldiers did not pay attention to the puddle of gray liquid melted by the "Heartlust" on the ground, and there was no time to search carefully during the war, and as the offensive of one side was approaching, they rushed to support the battle on the other side.

I breathed a sigh of relief, took out the healing potion and drank it, the pain on my body gradually subsided, and my right hand was able to move again, before I went to pick up the "Heartthirst".

I roughly counted the corpses of soldiers lying on the ground in a radial shape, and there were 24 of them. What a great place to mix experiences!

However, I suddenly felt that it was safer to sneak in stealthily according to the original intention......

Sticking to the stealth skills of every upgrade is really good, and with the Dark Elf Boots on my feet that can move quietly in almost any environment, I can walk quietly enough to rival any thief of the same level who specializes in stealth. How many times did stealthily pass by groups of hurried soldiers, without being alarmed by the slightest sound of imperceptible footsteps.

As soon as I turned a corner, a dark elf woman dressed in a dark red priest's robe with black trim came hurrying forward, I stood aside with bated breath, and when she walked by, she seemed to realize something, but it was too late, and I didn't even have a chance to parry under my outburst, and I was killed instantly by cutting my throat.

A simple search of the corpse lying at his feet, but he didn't find anything good, the small family is poor! Drink another bottle of invisibility potion and sneak in the direction of where the priest came from.

That's the temple of this little family, right? The Mistress should be inside! I stood in the hallway, looking at the closed door decorated with spider motifs.

It's so quiet!

I hesitated. There was no movement, who were inside? Could it be that all the senior priests of this small family will be gathered? What are they doing? Maybe the defender is not the loser in the long-range suppression of the divine power spell casting ritual confrontation, and it is difficult to say whether it will lose strength, or if it will only lose very little. Then I crashed into it, wouldn't it be like a meat bun and a dog - there is no return!

Advance or retreat? I hesitated.