The collision of fire and arcane has been happening for a long time.

"Poof"

The old elven mage spat out a mouthful of blood, and he slumped his back slightly, laboriously holding his staff to the ground.

In front of him, a dark blue transparent shield tightly filled the alleyway, crumbling under the flames.

"Give it up."

From the other side of the flames, the sound of Deathwing was heard.

Mephites' eyes looked directly at the figure in the flames, the flames shining in his blue eyes.

"Never."

He replied, the ferocious flames scorching against the arcane defensive barrier, and Mephites bent forward and pressed his staff to the ground, not taking a step back.

This attitude is about to annoy Deathwing.

"Elves who don't know whether they are alive or dead."

He scolded coldly and waved his hand, and the ground cracked into a thin intertwined crack, and flames erupted from the cracks.

The red flames instantly enveloped the blue barrier, and with a crisp sound, the arcane defensive shield instantly collapsed and withered.

The scorching heat is blowing in your face.

Mephites took a step back in embarrassment, gritting his teeth and clenching his staff.

"Arcane Realm!"

He shouted suddenly, irrigating the magic power from all over his body, and the staff in his hand erupted with a blue light that was so bright that it was impossible to look at directly.

Deathwing couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands.

After a second, he removed his hand and looked ahead.

Blue shrouded the entire alleyway, and the red flames that were still raging just now disappeared as if they had seen a ghost.

"Interesting."

Deathwing tried to summon the flames underground, but nothing happened.

[Severed from contact?] 】

He looked at Mephitaus and exclaimed:

"It's a lot of fun."

The entire aisle has now turned into a blue world, and Deathwing even feels as if all the magical elements in the air will be broken down into arcane and uncastable appearances, except for the particles of arcane origin.

As the name of the spell suggests, this is the highest realm of the arcane.

Unfortunately, this spell looks like it has a lot of after-effects.

"Burning life, I can't imagine that you, who have lost your eternal life, will also study this forbidden technique."

In Deathwing's sight, Mephites, an elven mage, had become silver-haired, and he could tell that this was the reason for the forbidden spell.

"Life"

However, Mephites looks very good, and is imbued with more magic than before:

"Isn't it just for burning?"

At this time, who would mind the future lifespan? Being able to trade years for greater power, Mephites has no regrets at all.

He could feel the magic that overflowed his body, and that magic was very powerful, even beyond the strength of his prime.

"Life is used to burn?"

Deathwing was stunned.

"I love to hear that, and you're right."

He nodded unexpectedly.

"I also love burning lives."

Deathwing sneered, and Mephites understood that the two of them definitely didn't mean the same thing.

"Mephites, you're very powerful at this spell, but it's a pity that you met me."

The Arcane Realm, a realm that rejects the invasion of other foreign elements, is an absolute nightmare for the vast majority of spellcasters - when it comes to pure arcane magic, who can beat the High Elves?

Unfortunately, Deathwing is not like other mages, and his greatest power is himself.

Inside his body, there was a flame that was hotter than any magma, a flame that even Deathwing couldn't stand it, and it always made his skin burst, and it was extremely difficult to control.

Perhaps the human form is not recognizable now, but as soon as Deathwing turns back into a dragon, it is clear that flames occasionally erupt from under his skin.

But one hit, one hit, just a simple one.

Deathwing could easily have let his flames consume the aging elven mage.

"Mirroring."

Mephites silently activated another skill.

His form blurred, and then five identical figures appeared on the field, even the staff.

"This spell"

Deathwing's eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance, whether it was magic or anything else, he couldn't tell which one was the real thing.

The mirror spell is a classic spell for mages, but ordinary mages only come out with three ordinary mirror images, and the spells of those mirror spells are quite limited, and there is a big gap between the strength and the body, so it is easy to identify.

However, the one that Mephiters is doing now is clearly not.

The five elven mages, including the main body, scattered, each holding a staff and preparing to cast a spell.

Hail, fire, arrows, rushing water, pouring barrage

These spells, which seemed to be of many kinds, turned all blue, and covered them in the form of arcane towards the Deathwing.

"No matter how much it is, it's useless."

Deathwing's body shifted, and quickly came to the edge of a mirror image:

"I'll just break them one by one."

He struck the mirror image with a wave of his hand, and the flames erupted in the place of contact, and the mirror image immediately shattered and scattered like glass.

Fake - Deathwing frowned.

"Mirroring."

He heard the sound of spell casting again, and when he looked around, the remaining elven mages cast the mirror spell again, and there were 20 identical mages in the entire alley for a while.

[Is there no limit to this spell?] 】

Deathwing finds it a little tricky.

If this elf is allowed to split, how long and when will he find the place where the main body is?

Kill the little girl—Deathwing was just thinking about it, only to suddenly find that Solan Lian was missing from behind.

"How is that possible?"

He was a little confused.

According to his strength, it was impossible for the elf with the female surname to escape silently.

Deathwing didn't even feel the fluctuations in her teleportation, and it stands to reason that she should be here right now.

But there wasn't much time for Deathwing to think about it now, and the spells pouring down from the 'Mephites' had left him with no time.

He could only choose to deal with this old mage first.

- Deathwing's guess was correct, and Solan Liane was still in the alleyway.

She was with Mephites, surrounded by a dark blue dome barrier.

"Lord Mephites, why don't we run away?"

Solanlian asked Mephites as she watched the battle outside.

The old mage sat with his silver hair scattered on the ground.

"We can't escape."

He shook his head and said with some bitterness:

"Nesario is only temporarily confused, he has already blocked this alley, and as soon as there is a fluctuation in space or something leaves here, he will immediately see through my spell."

"Besides, what I'm doing now can't be left with."

Mephites' hand shook slightly, rubbing against his massive staff.

"Solan Liane"

He spoke.

"Yes."

Solanlian bowed her head and saluted.

"Am I going to die?"

Mephites looked up at her, the after-effects of the forbidden spell had already begun to manifest, and the corners of his eyes were already slightly wrinkled.

“”

Solanlian didn't answer.

"Sure enough"

But Mephites laughed:

"Is that really why you're staying?"

He waved his staff, and a glowing golden circle appeared in the air, spinning slightly.

"You want this, don't you?"

Mephites stretched out his hand, drawing lines around the circle with unusual care and gentleness:

"This circle that could change the fate of Kael'thas."

"But it's not done yet."

It's not finished yet, how can Mephites hand it over?

He had spent so much time making this circle, and in the end, would it be a failure?

Mephites would never allow this outcome.

He gritted his teeth.

"You wait, I'll finish it right away, and when I finish it, I'll give it to you!!"

That's why Mephites hid himself and Solan Lianne.

He didn't want to waste his hard work, even if it was one in ten thousand hopes, he also wanted to accomplish what he had to do.

"You'll be done."

Solan Lian pursed her lips a little sadly, and affirmed:

"That's why I'm here."

That was the intended outcome.

Mephites' circle had already been completed, but it lacked something, so it couldn't get Mephites to admit it.

What it was, Solanlian didn't know.

But she was sure that the circle would be completed, at least until Mephites died, and it would be passed to Solan Lian.

Solanlian knew that Mephites was going to die

It wasn't her personal prophecy, it was a few pieces of what she had gotten the last time she kissed Kael'thas.

Solan Liane didn't say anything more to Kael'thas last time, but she knew that during this time, the High Elf Kingdom would lose two Saint-level professionals, there was no doubt - Mephites and Darkan.

The deaths of these two men would have a profound impact on the entire race, as well as on Kael'thas, one light and the other dark.

Mephites holds the key to the light, and for this reason, Solanlian has been following him for a while, and knows that this key is the magic circle he is studying.

What kind of circle is that?

Solan Lian wasn't very clear.

But in the dark future she saw, the light and glory that this circle of guidance leads.

As long as there is this magic circle, no matter how deep the darkness of the future is, Kael'thas will not go astray.

Glory and fire will accompany the young prince, and his will will will be unstoppable

As long as there is this magic circle, the fate of Solan Lian's loyal monarch will be completely reversed!

For this reason, even though she knew that Mephites would die, Solan Lian still did not say anything.

She lives for only one person

In this life, as long as he can be happy, even if he is hated, Solan Lian doesn't mind carrying more sins.

These feelings of guilt and pressure are much smaller than Kael'thas's life.

(To be continued)