Currents flowed around the javelin. The golden rays jumped happily, trying to get past the blades that intercepted them and tangled around Barrett's body. It's a pity that for these piercing thunders, the heavy knife in front of them is an insurmountable peak-let thunder and lightning "crackle", but it can never reach a single hair of Barrett.

The enchanted Precision-Forged Mo Knife withstood the test of the Thunder Javelin. Barrett, who was prepared, felt his fingers slightly tingle from the current. It wasn't so electric that it all stood up like before.

And the fish-man who killed Barrett also learned the lesson of being sent flying before. This time he didn't go toe-to-toe with Barrett as before—it was only the metal javelin that was in his hand that was sent flying once.

"Whoosh!" After the thunderous fish-man let go, the lightning-entangled javelin flew back several times faster than when it came. In the hands of its master, it roared of its own.

"Flutter! Flutter! The javelin that flew upside down was like an embroidery needle pierced into the tofu, lightly penetrating the fish-man phalanx on the commercial street.

Under this blow, at least five Sawa fish-man warriors were strung into sugar gourds on hawthorns - and many more were cut off their hands and feet, and their entrails were scorched and completely incapacitated.

Eventually, when the javelin sank into the load-bearing wall of the shop that had been swept away by the fishmen. The electric light that swirled around it, which was halfway into the wall, finally disappeared. It seemed that the state blessed by the Storm Lord in front of him finally disappeared 6 seconds after he took off his hand.

Another miss made the face of the Fish-Man Storm Lord in front of him even more hideous. The rows of razor-like teeth seemed to rush up and bite Barrett the next moment, drinking his blood and eating his flesh.

Barrett, who flew his opponent's blade, was preparing to take advantage of the situation. Even if you don't solve the damn fishman in front of you who is "Bilibili" all over his body. At the very least, you should force the other party to fight back and win more space for yourself.

But at this moment, another huge thunderbolt fell from the sky. The slightly purple thunderbolt seemed to use Barrett's raised knife as a lightning rod to guide him—and it smashed into the big man who had just swung the knife out of it.

A "pop, crackle" sound rang out together, and the sharp Mo knife slashed at a chitin shield that the fish-man had temporarily drawn. And under the influence of the thunder that fell from the sky, Barrett's muscles twitching under the current could not wield all his strength. After the blade broke through the spitin shield, it was like the end of a strong crossbow, not to mention that it did not cause any effective damage to the lightning fishman, and let him use the force of this impact to open up a direct distance between him and Barrett.

Intense lightning energy raged through Barrett's body, and his muscles were stiff, and he could no longer make any movement except for the one he had slashed before. I can only let the fish-man in front of me slip away from my hands.

In mid-air, the Fishman flicked his hand and discarded the chitin shield that had been destroyed by Barrett's slash. Then he and his own unimaginably agile posture turned. He took out the spare javelin from the pouch behind his back. And through the flipper hand of this fish-man, the originally ordinary metal expression immediately burst into lightning.

However, at this time, Barrett turned his gaze more to the fish-man holding the metal scepter in the distance. The fish-man spellcaster with a large dry bulb on top of his scepter still has the same angry and corrupt appearance as before. Now it's triumphantly provoking Barrett with its dead fish eyes - the thunder that just fell from the sky is the work of this guy.

After all, a talent like "Excellent Spell Resistance" is not magic immunity, and its effect changes with the difference in strength between the caster and the receiver. If the caster level of the spell user is the same as Barrett's strength (level), then most of the spells directly targeted by the opponent against Barrett have a 50% chance of not affecting Barrett.

And if Barrett's strength (level) is stronger than that of the opponent, then the chances of success of the spell will be further reduced - and even after Barrett is strong enough to reach a certain level, some low-level casters will have no chance of success if they cast spells targeting him. Conversely, if the caster is much stronger than Barrett, the chances of success will be greatly increased.

Instead of the previous unintentional ignorance on the way to escape, Barrett, who was electrocuted, began to observe the fish-man spellcaster in the distance. In a few moments from the scepter with the big bulb on it. And the clothes printed with the unique thunder pattern judged the identity of the other party: 'That guy seems to be the Storm Wizard!' ,,! When did one of these Sawa fish people appear with such a high level of intelligence? Or maybe the fish-man had the blood of a blue dragon in it? ’

The breath is like a strong wind, and the heart beats like thunder. Anger is lightning These three descriptions are the perfect interpretation of the Storm Wizard. Many things in nature have caught the attention of arcane explorers - including the elements, the nature of the world that has not yet been perceived, and illusions woven by some unknown reason. In doing so, the Storm Wizards aim to tap into the power of an incredible and terrifying phenomenon, the furious Tempest.

As for the rare spellcaster of the Storm Wizard, Barrett paid great attention to it. Because every spellcaster who successfully took over the Storm Wizard ignored was definitely above the current Barrett. In other words, if the opponent uses a spell on Barrett, the chances of success are quite good.

In fact, for most adventurers who have to face them, the Storm Wizard is a terrifying being. These damn creatures are intoxicated by the elemental ruins of the mière - the harsher the climate, the happier they look.

For those who wish to become Storm Wizards must indulge in the fury of the storm, and the terrifying and terrifying things in the storm attract them and make them concentrate on the pursuit of understanding of this power. He had mastered spells that simulated storms, and had even learned to infuse the storm element, whether it was the sound of thunder or the invasion of lightning, into his other spells.

Rumors Barrett heard during testing even suggested that the weather-manipulating spellcasters weren't following the forces of the storm. In turn, the storm followed them. But judging from the current situation. Rumors like that are absolute. However, the fish-man storm wizard in front of him turned his anger into the power of the storm and vented it on Barrett.

As for why Barrett suspected that the fish-man in front of him would have blue dragon blood. That's because of the mages who are following this path. The need to understand the primordial energy inherent in the storm - this is not an easy task for the Sawa Fishman. Of course, this is not that Barrett discriminates or looks down on the Sawa Fishman, otherwise what would be the matter with himself who is now being chased by the Sawa Fishman and fleeing with the wolf!

But there is a specialization in the art industry! There aren't many mage professions in the group of Shahua Fishmen. In the same way, the profession of mage, which emphasizes the accumulation of knowledge, cannot be grown in an environment that lacks a systematic church. Coupled with the weakness of the mage in the early stage of battle, it is even more difficult to grow in the survival of the fittest in the Shahua Fishman, let alone reach the height in front of him.

On the other hand, warlocks who have awakened their bloodlines are more likely to survive in the middle of the Sawa Fishmen group in the early stages. The guys, who are always looking for an opportunity to claim that they have terrible talents, are indeed better than mages at lower levels. Warlocks who have inherited the bloodline of the Blue Dragon or other creatures that are proficient in creating wild storm creatures also have the basic requirements to become a Storm Wizard.

What's more, these warlocks who rely on the power of the bloodline to cast spells are often more susceptible to the power they use than the mages. Warlocks who become storm wizards are often as emotional as moody storms. Doesn't that correspond to the fish-man spellcaster's appearance? If you were a mage. It would never do anything like that.

As for the legendary Druid-descended Storm Wizards, not many have taken the risk of abandoning many of the forces of nature to take this path. What's more, even if such a decision is made, the druids who become storm wizards will most likely not end well - those who deviate from nature will be abandoned by nature.

Although it was only a glimpse of the information, Barrett, who had a high brain, still made his own judgment as the lightning strike user in front of him: "Run, or hide." I can't be in that guy's sight anymore, who knows what other tricks are waiting for that bastard! ’

Thinking of this, Barrett kicked his legs and quickly retreated in the direction of the tavern. Although with his own powerful physical body and spirit, it was not easy for the Thunderbolt of the Storm Wizard in front of him to get Barrett's life. But don't forget the jì, it's not far from Barrett. There is also a Storm Lord who has mastered both magic and hand-to-hand combat skills, and is fighting with him!

If it is a one-on-one situation, Barrett is naturally not afraid of them. But if you shoot the two together. There's more to that power than just one plus one. Barrett, who doesn't want to go to the temple now and wait for the resurrection, just chooses to stay out for the time being.

The degree of thought is amazing, don't look at Barrett's huge information analysis in order to judge the professional ability of the two people in front of him. But in terms of real time, it was only a short second. But even so, even if Barrett wants to retreat strategically, he still has to ask the fish-man storm lord who is not far away if he agrees.

Watch your prey run off into the distance. The Fish-Man Storm Lord, whose body was still hanging in the air, had no way to re-charge. Although the Storm Lord class has the ability to harness the storm and soar through the sky. But the strength of the Fish-Man Storm Lord in front of him was not enough to master that kind of skill.

Sensing the distance between the two, the fish-man threw the javelin he had just held violently, turning into a thunderclap and rushing towards Barrett's crotch. And in the face of the javelin blessed by the power of thunder and lightning, Barrett, who was a man, subconsciously pounced to the side.

Even a professional warrior monk who has mastered the iron gear skill would never dare to try this javelin that is enough to tear the steel with that part of himself. Not to mention Barrett, a fledgling who hasn't yet enjoyed it in reality! If there is a shadow or some philosophical awakening because of some kind of sour encounter, you will regret it.

And taking advantage of the obstacle of the javelin this time, the Fish-Man Storm Lord, who successfully landed, took advantage of the force to kick back, and once again got closer to Barretra. At this time, he drew the third javelin he had used for the evening. The arms that clenched the barrel of the gun stabbed sharply, and immediately launched a rainstorm attack towards Barrett.

And Barrett's eyes shook with the gun in the fish-man's hand. It was just a straight line of spear tip. It bloomed like a blooming pear blossom, blocking a lot of Barrett's dodge routes on the left and right.

'Damn it! That's where the Storm Lord learned his marksmanship! This guy can't have gone to Dongdaji to study, right? 'In the face of the enemy's swift attack like a swift wind and dense as a torrential rain. Barrett retreated and froze in his heart.

Fortunately, no matter how ferocious the opponent's attack was, Barrett used his flowing body change to successfully avoid the vital part he was aiming for. The adamantite armor on his chest constantly collided with the electric glow of the spear tip to create fierce sparks. More often than not, they used the silver light barrier turned into a Mo knife in their hands to block them out.

Barrett, who fought and retreated, swayed left or right, moved or jumped. But he always had a firm grip on his retreat. As a result, after a few rounds of fighting, Barrett was getting closer and closer to his goal.

On the other hand, the Fish-Man Storm Lord who launched this stormy offensive was a little unbearable. The other party who was in a hurry burst into a burst of fire, although Barrett was quite wolf. But it didn't make Barrett pay a heavy enough price. And he himself has consumed a lot of body, and it is difficult to maintain such an offensive.

"Looks like you can't stay in that state all the time!" Now that the opponent's attack had fallen into the end of the crossbow, Barrett turned around and struck it, and the back of the Mo knife directly smashed the scales on the fish-man's arm. Then he shifted his position again without stopping - the Storm Wizard's thunderbolt made Barrett too impressed. Now he will never dare to stay in the same position for too long and give the other party a chance to lock himself.

But someone once said to Barrett: 'Every drop of the enemy's blood is you driving another nail in the enemy's coffin.'" With this in mind, Barrett is on the run. Don't forget to give the pursuers behind you a hard time. In this street of less than 2oo yards, a wonderful chase and escape drama was staged......

After such a long invasion of the fish-men, the sky-high fire in the harbor is the best reference on the sea. The fog that had shrouded the harbor was blown away by the rising heat.

At the meeting place of the fishmen before the attack, several priests in gray-green robes chanted long poems that only they could understand around the shark-held altar, and from time to time someone slit their wrists and even throats with sacrificial knives to let fresh blood flow onto the altar.

If there were polymath who were well-versed in the knowledge of the plane and the mysteries of magic, they would have seen that it was actually an altar made of abyssal blood steel and Bartobi iron. The former is the product of the deposited iron and steel of the abyss, the product of the deposition of steel, blood and magic in the bottomless abyss, where the war has swept through countless epochs. Then the unique strength is preserved at low temperatures. The latter is deep in the pit of the Nine Layers of Bato's Hell, where you can occasionally see green veins on the rock bed.

On that altar is inlaid with Styx ice crystals. This otherworldly ice crystal comes from the River Styx, the fifth level of the Nine Abyss Hell. After being affected by the evil cult of the land and washed away by the water of the River Styx, the ice of the River Styx took on a black color and a blue mist rose on its surface.

The spread of blood formed an irregular circle around the edge of the sacred lake, but the color became closer to black as it went, and slowly took on a light or dark starlight. Looking down from the top of the altar, not only the altar itself, but also the surrounding sea seems to be transformed into a rippling screen, reflecting an illusory exterior scene out of nowhere.

As the ceremony progressed, a vast and astonishing aetheric storm rose above the sea. The souls of all creatures that die tonight will be consumed by the aetheric storm theory, a rare feat on the main plane.

And the high-level fishmen who avoided this ritual from a distance also looked at the ritual in front of them with some fear and disgust. It is natural that among these apathies there will be certain clergy who wear the emblem. Obviously, this ritual in front of you does not seem to be the mainstream belief among the Sawa fishmen.

As the ritual progressed, the churning waters calmed down. And beneath this calm sea, more and more indescribable shadows are converging. They come from the reef, from the bottom of the aquatic weeds, from the corals. Even emerges from the shadows behind some of the Sawa Fishmen.

The surface of the sea, which was obviously empty, had twisted tentacles after a certain fish-man turned his head, sticking out of the shadows that no one could see and strangled his throat. At a time when the death toll on the sea was gradually increasing because of this sudden convenience. The clergy, who were far away from the ceremony, clutched the emblem in their hands and prayed to their shrines. The wonderful aura centered on them is constantly dispelling the indescribable.

More priests slit their throats and plunged into the sea, and the illusion of the altar rising slowly closer, until it was frozen in a quagmire and swamp.

It's a vast and lonely swamp. Desolate except for a nameless lake, the civilization that once stood here has long since been destroyed by unknown things, and the only creatures left are unspeakably ugly and strange creatures that continue to serve their masters.

But the master spends most of his time sleeping quietly in the dark abyss, where the great lake in which he lives has neither a river to replenish its water nor a sea to drain it. And this huge mire lake, though motionless, never deteriorates - legend has it that there is a way to other dark worlds at the bottom of this deep lake.

It is through these channels that the Juggernaut of this place is able to travel freely between waking worlds and dreams, and its otherworldly teleportation ability can easily take it to the world it wishes to go.

As if feeling a call, something suddenly lifted up in the swamp, and then a head with an uneasy posture turned its head to look at it, and finally its jaw twitched and moved countless tentacles, and a long-tailed lizard with a spiky tip appeared in the image behind it.

This lizard-shaped monster with sharp barbs hidden under the layers of scales is a shocking whites of the eyes that are opened, and the long, patina-colored tongue sticks out of it, revealing its true face, and the 'monitor lizard' looks back with malicious eyes. It seems to be able to gaze at the world through the illusion above the altar.

As the sound of celestial bodies came from the altar, the commotion on the surface of the sea became clearly discernible. Several priests who were still alive around the altar then plunged into the sea holding their throats. And the illusion above the altar became clearer and more real.

The chirping of "Woo-" was accompanied by the huge jaws full of sharp teeth of the monitor lizard in the vision. With the roar of the monitor lizard, those blasphemous powers that were so pure that they shot out from the altar, turning into a long rainbow that pierced the void. When they finally came to a stop less than 1oo yards from the port, the space at that point could no longer withstand the force of the tipping point.

So it slowly collapsed, turning into a breach to the other world. A nearby object, whether it was seawater, a reef, or a living thing, was attracted by the collapse, and glued together around the breach to form a transdimensional portal. From that portal came a special damp aura, which, unlike the sea and the hub, was a unique aura that never existed in the zài and the main plane.

With the appearance of the portal, the expressions of every fish-man on the surface of the sea were distorted by unbearable terror and the resulting madness. They were chanting terrible words in such a disorderly and rapid manner that even the most devout pastor now felt as if his heart had been seized by something.

No one seems to respond, and the end is at hand. Countless heavy footsteps rang out

The guy who hides his body behind the black fog and searches for "opportunity" like an owl with a keen eye is finally revealing his true words to the world.

No one seems to respond, and the end is at hand. Countless heavy footsteps rang out

No one seems to respond, and the end is at hand. Countless heavy footsteps rang out

The guy who hides his body behind the black fog and searches for "opportunity" like an owl with a keen eye is finally revealing his true words to the world. (To be continued!)

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