Chapter Eighty-Five: The Mage's Way of Fighting

"What a bunch of humans who don't know whether they are alive or dead!" Cherier could naturally see the posture of the Dagger Valley man preparing to break the net on the other side, and couldn't help but spitt on the ground.

According to her worldview, in the face of such an irreversible situation, these humans should flee in a hurry, or they will kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and in doing so, they can still get a glimmer of life, or they will dare to face their elite warriors with their motley army, which is mostly composed of farmers, merchants, and bartenders......

"Hehe, so you narrow-minded dark elves will never understand the greatness of unity!" Just as Cheryl was about to give the final order to attack, an old voice came from behind him, the clarity of the voice seemed to be like a person talking in his ear, the female priest was startled, and quickly turned to look, and found an old man wearing a mage hat standing on the roof dozens of meters away from her.

"Human?! You're not a native here, and I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, or you'll pay a price you'll regret for the rest of your life! Cheril stared at the old mage with his scarlet eyes, from the aura exuded by the other party, the female priest had already judged his identity as a high-level mage, Cheril didn't want to provoke a strong enemy at this juncture for no reason, trying to use words to force the other party back.

"Then it's really not a coincidence, I'm old, I'm old, it's like meddling in my lifetime." Tyrantiel said with a smile as he stroked the white beard he had dragged to the roof tiles, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Then you will die!" Cheryl shouted angrily, no one had ever dared to disobey his will so directly, and the matriarch of the first family put her hands together. A black, foul-smelling sour water exhaled towards Tyrantiel's face.

However, the fishy water that carried away the corrosive aura did not make it to the old mage's body, and when he was still half a step or so away from Tyrantiel, he was blocked by a thin barrier (spell immunity. 6-ring protection spell).

Just as the old mage was about to say something, a sharp dagger suddenly emerged from Tyrantiel's chest. Bright red blood splattered on the ground, and the old mage's mouth opened and opened, and after all, he fell to the ground without making a sound.

"Stupid mage." The dark elf assassin who successfully attacked took out a rag from his arms and wiped the warm blood on his dagger, his dagger is specially attached to the magic attribute for the caster, the sharpness of the dagger made of pure gold can completely ignore the caster's stone skin spell, soul armor This kind of physical protective spell, and once his dagger hits the target, then it will also add a silent negative attribute to the caster, so that the mage does not even have a chance to save himself.

"Well done. Male. Cheryl gave the Dark Elf Assassin a thumbs up, and at the same time kept the Assassin's name in his heart and prepared to observe for a while, if he could still perform like this, Cheryl would not mind replacing his family's squire and martial arts master with someone else.

But just as the Dark Elf Assassin was triumphant, an orange fireball suddenly appeared from the oblique thorn and hit the unsuspecting Dark Elf Assassin directly, blowing the handsome guy for less than three seconds to pieces......

The Dark Elf's high anti-skin made the Assassin immune to the damage of the Fireball Technique, but unfortunately, the location of the tricky Fireball Spell was not on the Dark Elf Assassin, but in front of him. These black skins are not resistant to the shock wave that occurs when they explode......

"Damn it!" Cheril looked to the side, only to see another mage standing exactly like the old man who had died earlier, and behind him, dozens of mages dressed exactly like him. The female pastor was a little dizzy when she looked at it.

"That assassin just now is really powerful, he can actually kill a clone of mine that I have treasured for many years without me noticing, but I believe that you are only one assassin of this level, right?" Tyrantil still had his kind smile. The gestures in his hands were constantly changing, and it seemed that some kind of powerful and lethal spell was brewing.

Dozens of old mages behind him were doing the same thing. All of a sudden, all the dark elves were a little dazzled.

"I'm sure there's only one clone of you, old man. Don't think that little tricks like simulacrum and illusion can confuse me! Cheryl screamed, and her fingers pointed to the sky as she chanted a prayer of praise, and a milky white eye appeared in midair.

The Eye of Metaphor can only be used to detect things in invisibility, but in the hands of Cheriel, a powerful priest, this common three-ring magic has become the Eye of Divine Penetration, a magic that can see through spirits and living bodies.

"Where, kill him!" Under the illumination of the First Master Mother's Divine Magic, the warriors of the First Family can clearly see that only one of those old mages has blood and flesh color, and the others are all gray and white, so which is the main body and which is simulated with spells, even a 13-year-old child knows.

The dark elves rushed towards Tyrantiel, they were now valiant and not at all worried that the old mage would take his life with a deadly spell, unless, unless he stopped first interrupting the advanced spell he was unleashing!

Countless magical weapons seeping into Mithril and Adamantite slashed towards the old mage, but they were blocked by the mage armor and skewed stance around Tyrantiel, and the dark elf warriors were not surprised. They had long expected that a mage could not be defenseless on his own.

After a group of dark elf warriors surrounded Tyrantiel, they accelerated their attack frequency, and there was a limit to the attacks that a mage armor and stance deflection could absorb, and dozens of skilled dark elf warriors only took 5 seconds to shatter this layer of spell protection!

"Great Divine Queen, please deprive this creature of the protective spell in front of you!" And at this moment, Cheryl, who had been holding back, finally launched his long-planned divine purification, and a milky white light accurately hit the old mage's body, peeling off the protective magic weapon outside Tyrantiel's body as the female priest guessed.

"Haha, go die." The other Dark Elf warriors were overjoyed, and one of the Dark Elves easily stabbed the old mage in the heart with his magic weapon, but to his confusion, the weapon did not convey to him a trace of metal into the flesh, but rather as if he had stabbed himself in a piece of air......

"Oops!" The Dark Elf warriors knew that they had been bewitched by Tyrantiel's spells again, and they were desperate to flee from where they had been, but an azure "crystal" appeared above them at some point, and it fell to the ground with great speed......

"Click..."The azure crystal shattered on the ground, and the crystal clear fragments splashed on the roof, and as the crystal broke, a white mist visible to the naked eye quickly filled, and in less than a moment, the area of dozens of square meters was tightly covered.

When the white fog cleared, the place became a frozen country, and ice sculptures in the shape of dark elves stood there, their images were different, and their expressions of despair were vividly preserved on their faces, but there was no doubt that under the low temperature of -60 or 70 degrees, they had all lost the characteristics of life.

Sagimang's Ice Blade Domain, a powerful 8-ring plastic energy spell, the power of this level of spell is not something that a few mid-level dark elves can resist.

"Looks like you're on the wrong track, priest." One of Tyrantiel spoke, "I just used a spirit spell on myself, and then I used a mirror image to activate the body to trick you, and it seems that you know very little about the caster......" (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's three watches.,This month's loss is going to break out.,Here the loss cheekily begs the officials to vote for the month.,Give a small reward.,Lost ^_^ cliff moved to cry bitterly...