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"Hey, Gordon, these two guys are your old rivals?" Dorn stood up and dusted himself off.

"The Ritter family."

"I see." Dorne is also half involved in exposing the Ritter family's criminal activities of smuggling weapons to orcs and exterminating the family, so he is no stranger to the surname "Ritter".

"It's been a long time since I've fought alongside you since that time at the Sun Elf Castle, friend." Dorn clenched his fist with excitement, the mage who liked hand-to-hand combat was already full of fighting spirit.

"It's exactly two-on-two, and I'll deal with that warlock. It's really unpleasant that he's a third as handsome as me. Dorn defiantly hooked his fingers like Sarandor.

However, although he seemed arrogant and complacent, and did not take the person on the other side seriously, Dorne had already taken the opportunity to take out the colorful gems from his dimensional bag and crush them one by one.

Depending on their properties, various gems can be used as containers for a variety of spells. This one-time magic item is more convenient than a scroll. Because you don't even have to "read" the simple process, you just need to add arcane energy to your fingertips, and then crush the gem to take advantage of the spells stored in it.

It's quick and convenient, not too easy to use.

Of course, the magical technique of using gems to store spells is much more difficult than copying scrolls, and is not only something that few mages can master, but also very expensive. Only the second generation of Master Lannister can bless himself with various buffs with five or six gems in one go.

Gordon was not idle, and when Dorne made a defiant gesture to Sarandor, he immediately chanted a spell and cast a spell.

"G1ob-i Female E1ney!"

The complex and esoteric dragon language makes up two wonderful phrases that pop out of Gordon's tongue. A white translucent spherical barrier suddenly appeared, enveloping him within three meters of him.

Almost at this moment, Sarandor shot out a burst of white energy. Crashed into the barrier.

What Sarandor casts is "disarming magic". After he saw that Dorne had blessed himself with so many positive effects, he immediately wisely chose this three-ring protection school spell to remove all the spell effects on Dorne's body.

But Gordon had a prescient reputation. This is a realistic battle, and the enemy will not be like in the cartoon, after watching a high school girl transform into a magical girl and get into the best condition. Then stupidly go up and die.

He promptly cast the newly learned four-ring protection school spell "Secondary Spell Nullity Enchantment", within the spherical enchantment formed by this spell, all spell effects below the four rings would be suppressed.

Of course, this repression is relative, not absolute. Ultimately. It's still a confrontation between two spellcasters, arcane attainments. However, although Sarandor is judged by general standards, he is still a very good warlock, but he still looks very weak in front of Gordon, whose intelligence is as high as 27 points.

With the protection of the secondary spell nullification enchantment, although Gordon does not have as many gems stored in spells as Dorne to squander, he can also bless himself with various buff spells without worrying about the enemy's spell harassment.

The biggest advantage of a mage over a warlock. It is the diversity of spells mastered. As long as there is time and money, the mage can learn enough spells, and the spells that the second warlock can master depends on the power of his bloodline. After blessing himself with a variety of buff spells, the mage's combat power is definitely stronger than that of the warlock. So Gordon was in no hurry to go to war.

The variety of spells is not as diverse as that of a mage, and the advantage of a warlock is that he can use more spells than a mage of the same level. But this advantage is in front of Gordon, who casts spells with mana. Gone.

"I'll go first!" Dorn let out a low snort, ignoring Gordon, who was still blessing himself with spells, and half-bent over and rushed towards the Ritter son.

Young Master Lannister's fighting style is as aggressive as ever, the opposite of his usual personable image. So it's true to say that "the world is perverted and changed". Dorne, who majored in transformational spells, didn't like to stand in a safe place like an orthodox mage and instead enjoyed the thrill of hand-to-hand combat. What is not a pervert?

With the effects of the addition and the lion's charge, Dorne almost blinked his eyes and rushed in front of Sarandor.

Sarandor looked at Dorne who was rushing straight and didn't panic. Instead, he showed a sneer: "It's now!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the walls of the houses on the right side of the street were suddenly slammed open, and four black figures rushed out of the flying masonry and dust, and then slammed Dorn into the air.

These are four demonized human mercenaries. After being transformed by the power of the Abyss, their bodies are far from ordinary humans, almost like a combination of a humanoid bulldozer and a road roller, and the thick brick walls are no different from a layer of tissue paper to them.

"There is still an ambush ......"

Because these four demonized mercenaries were hidden by virtue of the environment, and Gordon was able to see through the illusion's true and warning eyes, and did not have the ability to see through real objects, plus he had to concentrate on fighting Salandero, so he did not appear.

Fortunately, the reason why Dorne dared to attack the enemy directly was also based on some support. He was violently knocked away by the demonized mercenary, and directly like a cannonball, it collapsed the houses on the left side of the street. But when he got up from the rubble, he didn't seem to be in serious trouble, except for choking on the dust and coughing twice.

"Mercenary, get rid of this damn guy!" Sarandor pointed to Dorne.

"Correct your attitude, Warlock, do you think we would obey your orders if it weren't for the orders of the Commander? Next time, remember to say the word 'please'. The tallest demonized mercenary gave Sarandor a disdainful look, and then, along with his three companions, charged towards Dorne.

Dorn's figure flashed, and he opened up more than ten meters from the attacking enemy.

For the contempt of the four demonized mercenaries, Sarandor clenched his fists in hatred, and his muscles were bruised. He and his father gave the last of their savings to borrow the four demonized mercenaries from Elshas. One qiē, just to kill Gordon Freeman with more certainty.

Just now, when the sky was torn apart and the demon fell from the sky along with the meteorite, the Oranya necklace on Gordon's chest bloomed with a blue light. And the ring on Longerrit's hand. As if sensing the Oranya necklace, it also emitted light.

The patriarch of the Ritter family immediately realized that what he had been looking for for a long time was in this town!

With the ring in their hands, Longe and Sarandor find Gordon. When Longer saw Gordon, the culprit who had almost wiped out the Ritter family and caused Dunwell's tragic death, appeared in front of him. And when he still wore the necklace that he had been looking for for a long time, he was so excited that he almost felt the urge to kneel down and thank the god of fate for his gift.

As long as they have that necklace, the Ritter family will be able to control their own destiny, and they will no longer be the cannon fodder family who have done their best to serve the Three Holy Baptists and can be abandoned and betrayed at any time. In the torrent and turmoil of history. The Ritter family will take advantage of the situation and become the Billanister family, the Baratheon family, and even the greater existence than the imperial royal family Anduin!

Sarandor didn't think as much about Longe, and didn't know why his father was so obsessed with the Oranya necklace. It's just that when he thought of what happened to him in the ruins of Danze, and thought that Gordon had not only lost Ji'er, but even missed the opportunity to get the inheritance of the Sun Elves, a pure malice rose from the depths of his soul. Trying to kill the mage standing on the other side of the street.

With trembling hands, Longerritt took out a glass bottle from his bosom.

"Father, are you going to use this thing?" Sarandor said with a stern expression.

Longer nodded, and there was a hint of determination on his fat and greasy cheeks: "This is the last and biggest gamble, and I naturally have to press the biggest chips." Just kill Gordon and get the necklace on his chest. The Ritter family will soar to the sky! ”

"Although I don't know why you are so persistent father, killing Gordon is the common expectation of our father and son." Sarandor chanted a spell as he walked forward, "Father, I'll buy you time. ”

Longer didn't say a word, just twisted the lid of the glass bottle. Then from the fishy yellow liquid inside, he took out a fist-sized, beating heart.

He swallowed it in one gulp.

"What's that?" Not far away, he witnessed the whole process of Longer devouring his heart, and Gordon was suspicious. But no matter what. What he can be sure of is that what Longer is doing is very dangerous for him.

At this time, Dorn had already lured the four demonized mercenaries away and opened up a second battlefield on the other side of the town. This is good news, because those four demonized mercenaries at least have the strength of berserker demons. Without the presence of those four powerful guys, Gordon was more certain to deal with the Ritter and his son.

In order to buy his father time, Sarandor unleashed a storm of spell attacks on Gordon, wielding the advantage of the Warlock's abundant spell reserves.

Fireball, Blazing Flameburst, Scorching Ray...... Sarandor kept throwing out the spells stored in the spell slot. He's a warlock who specializes in flame-based sculpting spells, and that's what he's good at.

Sarando felt that he was in such a good state, so skillful, so fast to cast spells, and with a 100% success rate...... The warlock could feel that the power inherited from the ancestors in his blood was constantly boiling, constantly burning, as if it was about to explode, breaking through the barrier that had been holding him back.

Perhaps, after this battle, the power of my bloodline will be increased again, and I will gain the power to sense the next layer of the magic web......

Sarandor smirked.

Suddenly, a tingling pain came from his back, and his smile froze on his face. The next moment, something seemed to flow out of his body, and then he soaked the warlock robe on his body.

Two flaming arrows hit Sarandor from behind, piercing his body and completely destroying his lungs and heart. The Warlock fell to the ground, and he didn't understand until he died, why Gordon, who had been casting "Protective Energy Damage" to fend off his spell attacks, was able to free his hands and sneak up on him.

A jeweled crow with a sparkling body flew over Sarandor's corpse and landed on Gordon's shoulder.

"Well done, quack." Gordon touched the crow's chin in encouragement. (To be continued.) )