Ning Fan looked at the Hope in the wind and waves, and the barrels of the twelve firing ports on the side of the ship were slowly retracting.

The sea of fire in the sky was still burning, and a desperate feeling arose in the mercenary's heart.

The average cultivation of these mercenaries who participated in the life-and-death battle was only about the fourth order, even if their number was thousands or ten thousand times more, but under the threat of a sky warrior, death was only a matter of time.

Finally, the fear in his heart was replaced by ferocity, and a man with triangular eyes roared bitterly,

"Killing one is enough, killing two is profitable. As the words fell, the man with triangular eyes rushed towards the villagers with a big knife in his hand.

It seems that he wants to pull the villagers on their backs before he dies. This voice woke up the frightened people, and the mercenaries who participated in the life-and-death battle rushed towards the villagers like crazy.

Glancing at Ning Fan, who was still in mid-air, even if he rushed over, I am afraid that the tragedy has already happened, Rebecca said quickly,

"Wilton is in charge, ...... quickly" Before the words were finished, Rebecca was stunned again, and Wellington was even more unbearable, and fell to the ground in panic.

It's just that no one paid attention to his ugliness at this time, and everyone's eyes were all taken away by the scene in front of them.

Seeing the few surviving mercenaries, they were about to rush towards the villagers. One, two, three...... Dense, countless icicles suddenly appeared in front of the villagers.

Dense icicles, like a wall of needles, intercepted horizontally in front of the mercenaries.

"There are no spell casting mana fluctuations. Could it be instantaneous magic? "Wilton, a fifth-order mage, has already begun to doubt life at this time.

With his magic cultivation, he can also be instantaneous. After all, the icicle technique is just a second-order low-level magic.

But this scalp-numbing amount, even if he ran out of magic, he didn't want to use it, let alone a one-time instantaneous.

"With such magical attainments, how could she be a hunter. Listening to Wilton's frantic words, Rebecca smiled bitterly,

"Of course she's not going to be a hunter. "Only those who are not gifted in magic will go on to other professions, such as magic swordsman, hunter, etc.

With Vivien's hand, who would dare to say that her magical talent is not good, Rebecca must kick him to death.

At this time, she had fully understood that Ning Fan and Vivian had been hiding their cultivation. If it weren't for this accident, no one would have known that one of the young men and women was a sky warrior, and the other was at least an eighth-order magus.

Only a magus can instantly unleash such a large amount of low-level magic.

"Who are they? There is no way I don't know that there is such a pair of young masters in the Empire. "Look at Ning Fan's exotic face with black eyes, and Vivien's blonde and blue-eyed, obvious native.

Thinking of them drifting from the sea to Hill Island, Rebecca was shocked, and then the corners of her mouth curled, and she said softly,

"I think I know where they came from. Looking at the icicles blocking the road in front of him, the mercenary who had just been like a tiger collapsed to the ground in complete despair.

"It's over!" The two words seemed to be an order, and the icicles, which were floating and immovable, suddenly accelerated and flew in.

These mercenaries, who had collapsed, were smashed into a sieve on the spot. There are also two people who keep wielding heavy swords, but in the end, because of physical exhaustion, at the moment when the heavy sword slows down, they follow in the footsteps of others.

Only Dewey took out a scroll from his arms at the moment when the icicle appeared, and then pinched it vigorously.

The scroll turned into a cyan light and disappeared, but the cyan light loomed over him.

Looking at Dewey, who was running and almost flying, Ning Fan said to himself,

"That must be a magic scroll. I didn't expect this kid to be quite valuable. "The appearance of the magic scroll is destined to be cheap.

Any type of magic scroll, whether offensive or defensive, the magic burned on the scroll must be at least above the third order, otherwise it loses its meaning.

Second-order low-level magic, the magic effect is too poor, it is a complete waste of refining materials, no magician will make this kind of chicken ribs, and no one will buy it.

The magic fluctuations emanating from Dewey's body reached the fourth order. Judging from his abnormal running speed, it can be seen that the magic scroll is wind-based magic, with buffs such as acceleration.

Looking at Dewey, who escaped from the icicle pursuit, Ning Fan shook his head and said,

"If someone else casts a spell, maybe you will be able to succeed, and your good fortune will end here. "Vivien uses magic as if it were playing, how can the magic she cast herself have only a single effect.

The mage's deterrence lies in the explosive power of the moment. What's more, with such a large number of icicles, only a god can have enough spiritual power to accurately control the attack direction of each icicle.

So Dewey was smart and didn't run in a straight line, but ran in an S-shape, hoping to get rid of the icicle's attack.

It stands to reason that this is the most effective way to dodge the mage's light attacks. But what made him desperate was that the biting chill and the howling cold wind kept reminding him that icicles had been chasing him relentlessly.

"How so? Shouldn't they be dumped by me?" Dewey didn't dare to look back, otherwise a moment's hesitation would have killed him.

At this time, Dewey was like a snake, crawling quickly on the ground. And those icicles seemed to come to life, changing direction with Dewey's change of direction, and they were always chasing after him.

Seeing this funny scene, Ning Fan couldn't help laughing, and some villagers in the village couldn't help but laugh along.

But everyone who knew a little bit of magic knowledge had a tense face, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Only they understood that behind this seemingly comical scene, there was an extremely high level of magic.

"Wind and ice composite magic. Wilton's eyes widened, and he began to doubt life again. Looking at Vivien, who was as big as her daughter, Wilton would have believed that the gods had caused all of this if it weren't for the terrifying fluctuations in magical power.

Instantaneous compound magic, at least two or more. He had only heard of this kind of method, and it was the first time he had seen it today.

Knowing that he was certain to die, Dewey once thought of dragging others to die with him.

At this moment, in his heart, the person he wanted to kill the most was actually Rebecca. Dewey hated her for being ruthless and unrighteous, and if she had said a few words, she might have been able to save her life.

But he knew that this was just an illusion, and Rebecca's guards couldn't give him this opportunity. So Dewey went crazy and rushed to the other two mercenary squads.

When Dewey's sinister intentions were discovered, the two squads had no time to defend. With the blessing of the fourth-order wind magic, Dewey's speed was too fast, beyond their reaction speed.

Looking at the icicles that broke through the sky and were close at hand, just as they closed their eyes and waited for death, a strange scene happened.

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