Julius bent over and fell straight down like a swooping eagle, the broken sword in his hand was the eagle claw, and the sharp hook hooked the head of the black robe below—although the "hook claw" had been broken, it did not mean that the broken sword was no longer sharp.

The young black robe wanted to dodge the blow that fell from above, but Julius's sneak attack was faster, and he was caught off guard and could realize the danger coming, and reacted quickly enough, and this was thanks to the old black robe's reminder to him.

Julius's broken sword landed on his shoulder, and the half-cut sword, though without a tip, was still sinking deep into his flesh. Julius had no intention of showing mercy, if he hadn't had the protective spell, if he hadn't dodged, the young black robe's head would probably have been pierced.

Julius's whole weight fell on the sword, and the broken sword was firmly inserted into the shoulder of the black robe, and when he fell to the ground, he cried out, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, trying to pull the broken sword down. He pulled the broken sword hard, and the black robe let out the biggest scream so far, it was already a very painful thing to have a sword stuck in his shoulder, if the broken sword was still widening his wound, then it was not just pain. He felt his shoulders and the hands under his shoulders about to leave his body, and the pain and horror of this torn body made his screams even louder.

All this happened very quickly, and when the old black-robed man heard the screams of the young man, he turned a new page of the spell book and used a stored spell again, which consumed another page of his spell book - now was not the time to spare, if he was still stingy with his spells at this time, then his companion would probably be scrapped, and if the situation was worse, he might have to lose such a colleague.

At this time, the use of offensive spells only adds fuel to the fire, and although Julius will be severely damaged, I am afraid that the young black robe will not survive. "Disturb!" he used a spell that was less aggressive and would not harm his companions - he was going to attack Julius mentally.

The old black-robed man pointed his hand at Julius, who was trying to cut off the young black-robed arm, and his head jerked to the side. Julius, of course, couldn't dodge the motionless, invisible spell, and his head seemed to have been slammed with a hammer, tilted to one side at an unusual angle.

Compared to the intense discomfort in his neck, Julius felt like hundreds of ants crawling in his head, and the itching under his scalp made him almost unable to concentrate, and he wanted to reach out and scratch his scalp. The pain of the burning flame just now was still there, and at this time, it actually distracted him a lot from the abnormal feeling in his mind, so that he would not become confused because of it.

Although he didn't know what the other party had done to him, he knew that the other party had done it to him. He gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled it to the side, letting the young black robe stand in front of him and turn it into his shield. The young black-robed wanted to resist, but the pain kept him from concentrating, and Julius's broken sword became a rein around his neck, making him a shield and a horse he could wield at will. Julius's body has not fully grown, and his height is shorter than that of the young black robe, so he has become a very good shield for Julius, although this shield can move, and it is not honest at all, but as long as Julius's sword is still on his shoulder, then he can only be controlled by Julius.

"Come on, use spells on your companions!" shouted Julius, through the young black robe, to the old man he didn't know at all. It wasn't that he had become so excited because of a sudden outburst of emotion, but because his mind had become a mess and his vision was affected, which made him want to lift his spirits by shouting. After shouting this, he did feel a little better, if he was not mistaken, it was probably a mental attack, as far as he knew about mages, it was not uncommon for mages to use a few spells to disturb other people's thoughts. Pasta had told him that these spells weren't flashy, but they would work better than anything as beautiful as firelight, lightning and frost - they could slow down the warrior's movements, and they could distract the spell from concentrating on the spell, making it a very useful spell. Of course, the premise is that the other party has no protection, and Julius's words happen to be unprotected, and he has not had the luxury of carrying magical protection props on his body.

For the old black robe, the situation has become the worst, his young colleague has been held hostage by this uninvited rat, and he is used as a human shield to stand in the way. Such a tricky situation made him not know what he should do next. From Julius's voice, it was clear that he had been firmly subjected to the spiritual spell, but judging by his reaction, he was still some way from falling.

"You'd better not mess around, it's not just us in this place, I advise you to be honest, and we'll consider letting you live......" said the old black-robed to Julius.

Julius shook his head, a smile on his face, but it didn't look obvious because his face was black. His smile was not an easy one, it was full of ferocity and hideousness. The strong desire to survive made his face a little distorted, and he gambled with his own life and Rei's life, and then he succeeded, allowing himself to jump into a less passive and desperate position at once, and even have a chance to maneuver. And the bargaining chip he brought around was the black robe in front of him.

"No, it's just you and him. Even if there are other people here, I'm afraid they won't be able to make it for a while. Julius said, "If this is what you say, I and my companions would have been captured and tortured by you...... Don't expect me to take your word for it. If you don't want him dead, stand back!"

The old black robe didn't expect Julius to really believe him, and just now they almost burned him to death, if Julius would be so naïve, then he had to wonder if there was a ghost in it. He didn't dare to despise Julius, after all, he was an outlaw who dared to use his companion as bait. Not only did he throw the little girl aside, but he also hid in the hole above where there was no way out, believing that the two of them would fall into this trap, rather than being discovered by the two of them and having no way to escape but to die.