A raging storm swept across the top floor of the Third Tower.

Tiny, formless, colorless blades mingled into the raging hurricane, which roared and swirled through the small corridors, and sparks constantly appeared on the walls.

In less than a dozen seconds, one or two great wizards would be torn to shreds by the hurricane that was pulled up from the ground. With a sharp noise like a chainsaw cut, their bodies turned into a mist of blood and minced flesh that melted into the storm, dyeing the entire storm a faint crimson.

In the midst of a storm of this level, it is difficult to even breathe, let alone speak. The diaphragm was simply not strong enough to fight such a violent storm, and barely a single ounce of air could be pumped into the lungs.

A faint smell of blood lingered in the nostrils of the great wizards. I don't know if it's because of the minced meat mixed in the wind, or because the storm outside pulls the plasma back out of the lungs.

If it weren't for the fact that the Great Wizard's physique was already far beyond ordinary people, this complete suffocation alone would have killed them. But even so, they began to feel a little uncomfortable in their bodies.

However, compared to the abnormalities of the body, what began to lead the gaffe to the loss of control was their gradually becoming anxious.

No matter what kind of protective sorcery is used, all sorcery seems so ridiculous in the face of that raging hurricane. The enchantment sorcery vacuum barrier, which was theoretically immune to all atmospheric damage, was completely torn apart by the enveloping hurricane.

Correspondingly, the Great Wizards continued to unleash a large number of sorcery every second, from low to high, from enchantment to treacherous knives to bewitching hearts - it could be said that almost every time the fat man could be hurt hard, and he would die several times every second.

But. No matter what kind of damage is done, even if it crushes his bones to ashes, it will not be of any use. It only took a short time for the man to fully recover.

The fat man danced his hands in the wind in a drunken manner, revealing the fanatical and attentive expression of a conductor.

No amount of witchcraft seemed to affect him. And he didn't have the idea of killing the wizards at once. It's just a matter of obliterating a few wizards with a rolling hurricane every once in a while.

The Great Wizard he had killed didn't seem to be many, not even a fraction of the dozens - but as time passed, one by one his dead companions, completely invincible enemies. It's already up to the archwizards to think about how to escape from here.

Even the destruction of the Third Tower, which is regarded as a spiritual symbol, does not seem unforgivable.

The scene has gradually spiraled out of control.

“…… A bunch of hopeless idiots. ”

Tanas shook his head and withdrew his gaze, no longer focusing on the massacre that had taken place at the door.

The other party is obviously just one person, but there are so many wizards who are scared alive.

The mountain man in the black robe didn't want to attack, and since he appeared, he has said a few impassioned words and smashed a bottle.

Tanas could even tell that the contents of the bottle should be a rather ordinary bruising potion. Tanas even saw a few unevenly ground stalks from the puddle of green liquid on the ground.

Besides. The chubby mountain man didn't make any extra moves. His eyes shone as green as a wolf, and as he passed, the eyes of all the great wizards flashed the same green light.

Every ten seconds, one or two big witchcraft suddenly fall. They didn't have the slightest injury on their bodies, but they let out an unpleasant wail like being overwhelmed, fell to the ground heavily, and then died with a twisted look of extreme fear on their faces.

The other wizards continued to unleash their murderous sorcery into the empty space where no one was around, and even affected many of their companions; The person who was obviously standing in the back row and was in an absolutely safe position inexplicably propped up the defensive witchcraft, and his face showed a painful look of being slashed.

"Illusion...... That's a lot of money. ”

Tanas sighed again. Something flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Oh? Sir, do you have any comments or suggestions for the following works? Please point it out directly. ”

A somewhat sharp, but very gentlemanly voice sounded from Tanas's side: "Actually, I'm curious, why didn't you fall into the illusion......

Old Tanas turned around and saw that the fat man in the black robe had walked to his side.

The great wizards on the road subconsciously retreated or avoided when he approached. At the same time, they are constantly gathering fire to attack open spaces.

If it weren't for the fact that the White Tower's five towers themselves had the ability to resist witchcraft, the witchcraft of these great wizards alone would have been enough to shatter the third tower from the inside.

Really, a bunch of idiots.

Tanas sighed for the third time. He shook his head slightly.

The cowardly gaze peculiar to the peaceful old scholar sank little by little, and was transformed into something more unruly.

"The answer is simple."

A dark light began to shine in Tanas's eyes.

"Cunning Fox" Saint Lowe's heart suddenly flooded with some bad signs.

"A man who has gone crazy once. Naturally, I won't go crazy a second time. ”

Old Tanas smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly in an old and elegant voice, "And the other reason is...... Compare to Ismo. Your approach is so pediatric. ”

Lowe's Adam's apple slid up and down uneasily.

"When you meet for the first time, please bear with me if you are careless in your words and deeds."

As he said this, Old Tanas smiled and stretched out his right hand to shake Lowe's hand.

However, instead of facing Lowe, who was standing right in front of him, his right hand was directed towards an open field.

Finally, Saint-Rowe's expression changed completely.

The air seemed to stand still for a moment, and the figure of Saint Lowe before dissipated like foam. An inconspicuous short figure appeared out of thin air from the direction of Old Tanas's outstretched hand.

Lowe's expression was completely solemn.

"I'm Lowe. Luo Wei. Idariri. ”

With that, the short, dwarf-like red-haired man took off his hood and gloves, took Tanas's outstretched hand, and his voice was full of respect: "Master, may I ask you to respect the Daimyo." ”

"The master is not a master, I am just a gambler who has nothing that I just lost."

Tanas said leisurely, "As for my name......"

As he spoke, Old Tanas's pupils had turned completely black.

Tanas smiled slightly. I saw that the neat teeth that should have been badly worn but not yellowed or mutilated were now like sharks, flashing with layers of sharp teeth.

“…… Just call me Edward. (To be continued.) )