The Assassin was invisible in the snow, and did not panic even when he was marked. The contempt of the enemy had already given him a few seconds to disappear, and for him it was enough.

The rain of ice edges and arrows came directly through the ice mist, and with a wave of one hand, the golden light flashed all over his body, as if the whole person was gilded, and a curtain wall appeared in front of him. The ice ridge slammed into the curtain wall, causing waves of water to ripple, and in an instant, it was as if hearing the sound of shattering, and the magic light wall shattered instantly. But the rapid ice ridge did not penetrate this seemingly rudimentary layer of defense, and was still blocked.

Multi-layered magic shield!

The magic shield is the most common low-level magic, and no matter what the attribute is, most of the earliest defensive magic practiced by most mages is the magic shield. The magic shield had many extensions later, and the Assassins now used to stack multiple layers of magic shields in a limited space. It seems simple, but this practice to the extreme already belongs to the category of space magic, which can be stacked countless layers in the same position, and the defense is extremely terrifying.

The Assassin was still far from such a realm, but he still managed to block the first wave of ice arrows, but he did not take it lightly. Because this kind of weather is too favorable for ice magicians, what was originally just an ordinary magic arrow has completely turned into a hideous and terrifying weapon after blessing. And with the attack density and coverage just now, he simply weighed it, and knew that it was impossible for him to completely avoid it with his body method.

He stepped on one foot, and the ripples spread outward around him.

Ground Waves! The basic skills of a warrior, but the Assassin's attainments in this area are really not high enough, and they do not have a majestic momentum, but they only stir up a lot of snowflakes. Then he moved quickly, placing a dozen metal balls in front of him. This arrangement has a certain pattern that takes care of almost all directions on his left and right wings. Then, he shook the thorns upside down and began to seal, the corners of his mouth moving silently.

There are many types of magic that can be unleashed, such as instantaneous, like Miller's Ice Arrow, and the Assassin's Magic Shield. But this does not mean that they do not need to chant, just because they are too familiar, as long as they think of it in their hearts, they will naturally cast it, but it turns the chanting link into a heart, and greatly shortens the time. The more advanced the magic, the more mana is needed, and most of them need to be chanted to communicate magic, and the mark magic and petrel magic used by Tim are of this category. At this time, the Assassin did silent singing, which did not make a sound, but it was used to assist in communication, which was also one of the ways.

As he meditated, a vague figure appeared next to him, and soon stared, looking exactly the same from the outside, even the weapon in his hand.

The art of clone!

The Assassin used his magic to construct a clone that looked exactly like him, even the light of the marking magic. It's just that the extent of the doppelganger's ability is related to his distribution of magic power, and outsiders can't know. The Assassin's movements were extremely swift, and all of them took less than three breaths. Then he completely ignored the overwhelming second wave of ice arrows, gave up the defense of the magic shield, and broke through to both sides!

The second wave of arrows rained even more violently, and there was no Assassin magic to infuse the magic shield for a short time. At this time, he was still in the range of the attack, but he was completely defenseless, and he increased his speed with all his might.

Miller soon spotted two clusters of light, and he instantly guessed that the assassin had used a clone, and the corners of his mouth sneered with disdain.

At this moment, there was a continuous crisp sound, like the sound of gears turning when a machine was running. The explosion suddenly sounded, and an unprecedented fog rose.

Miller's body suddenly shuddered, and his face flushed. He hurriedly interrupted the magic arrow, a mouthful of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and then his face quickly turned pale.

Magic Circle! In a very short period of time, the assassin actually laid a counter-magic array to bounce off Miller's ice arrows, and the collision of the two caused Miller's body to be shocked. He immediately terminated the magic arrow, but was still injured by surprise. Miller's face was expressionless, as if there was no joy or sorrow, which was the expression of his real anger, and he gently wiped the blood away. In his eyes, the two rays of light were no longer turning away from him, but began to run towards him.

Miller was about twenty meters from the center of the clutter, and once the Assassin reached that distance, there was nothing to hide. Because of the soul imprint, in Miller's consciousness, his true body would be as clear as a little ink in a blank piece of paper. But he was already really angry, and he wasn't going to wait. In the blink of an eye, the wind roared, and the ice mist quickly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wind and snow were still there, but there was no way to hinder them, and more importantly, the turbulence of magic was blown away by the wind. But Miller's brow frowned slightly, although he quickly calmed down, but that momentary change meant that things were not so simple. There were three ink spots in his consciousness, and in addition to the other person, the assassin in front of him actually had two doppelgangers.

A real doppelganger? Miller was unsure in his heart, the doppelganger technique was more of a means of confusion, how could he escape the high-level magic of the soul mark, like now, even he couldn't tell which was the real body. Without the fog, his vision returned to normal, and when he saw the person clearly, he was even more angry. The two figures, their faces were exactly the same as his, and even at this time, they did not show their true faces.

"Shaft!"

With a burst of applause, Miller's sleeves agitated, and since he couldn't tell the real identity, he simply treated everyone equally.

The Assassin was running rapidly, and suddenly his body trembled, and his heart was flooded with signs of extreme danger, which was his instinct, and he had saved his life many times. He didn't want to think about it, and he threw himself forward, even the doppelganger did the same.

The moment before he fell, the space in all directions of him distorted at the same time. The Assassin's reaction was extremely fast, but the magic was completely incomplete, and his right arm only touched the distorted space slightly, and in an instant, the flesh was blurred and blood flowed everywhere.

Flashing!

Without any hesitation, the assassin directly activated the life-saving skill, and the next moment it had already appeared five meters away. The Assassin began to gasp violently, sweat dripping from his forehead even though it was freezing and snowy. It was obvious that Miller was using a profound spatial magic, and if he was locked up in that small space, he would die in a few moments. Space magic has always belonged to the realm of high-level magicians, and the flicker of the assassin is actually only the simplest type of spatial application, which can be regarded as touching the threshold of spatial order. Even so, this trick is not a small load for him, and it is usually only used at critical moments to save his life.

Miller was a little surprised, the frozen world was his famous stunt, and there were few times when he failed, let alone a junior. I didn't expect the other party's perception of danger to be so keen, and finally broke away from the envelope of the frozen world, although he was also injured, but it was more like a mockery of him. He suddenly felt very irritable, so he immediately chanted again, this time, no longer holding his hand.

The assassin was startled, and the feeling of danger came back to his mind, and it was even stronger, and a suffocating feeling of oppression filled his chest. He looked up suddenly, and saw Miller's wand aimed at him, and the space around him immediately became unstable.

"Oops!"