Olem felt ridiculous at this, and he laughed a little at the thought that he had been agonizing for so long about how to deal with this black dragon.

The fact is that simple, as long as it can draw the attention of that black dragon, and then deal with the Principality of Sorrowful Wind, that black dragon will definitely rush to the rescue as soon as possible.

They didn't need to think about it that much before, as long as they knew that this black dragon would do everything in their power to protect the Principality of Sorrowful Wind, they could easily figure out how to deal with him.

The Principality of the Winds of Sorrow is his 'weakness', and if he were alone, he would be invincible - powerful, with no regard for his own life and safety, no one would not be afraid of a madman who would not die!

However, he had a weakness, from the time he became the Duke of the Sadwind, and even before that, after meeting that woman, he had a very obvious weakness, but that weakness was not so weak, at least not as weak as the current one.

As long as he needed to be distracted from taking care of the Duchy of Sorrow and protecting that fortress, then their chance would come......

Since he didn't gather his magic for too long, the torrent of magic quickly disappeared, and Cervantes flapped his wings and floated in the sky, his whole body covered in blood.

Panting and landing on the ground, the black dragon grinned and looked around, the tip of his nose twitched slightly, and the corners of Orem's mouth hooked up when he saw this scene.

But seeing that the black dragon's focus was scattered, his gaze was not focused on one point at all.

Temporarily blind, Olem's lips twitched, and he silently uttered the term, his left index finger flicking silently, and a ghost crawled out of the hole in his chest.

The blind-eyed ghost drifted into the distance, and Orem's gaze remained on the ground at Cervantes' feet, occasionally darting over the eyes of the black dragon.

It can not only ensure that his gaze will not be noticed by the black dragon, but also observe whether the black dragon is acting.

In addition to temporarily destroying his vision, the torrent of magic probably destroyed his other senses.

As a dragon, in addition to vision, there are other perceptual abilities that make up the perceptual system, including but not limited to hearing, smell, and touch.

If the black dragon was acting, then the last thing he wanted to do now was to kill himself......

Olem's mind swirls up and down, trying to figure out what to do next.

That method just now can only be used to deal with the black dragon once, and it can only catch him off guard, as long as he is wary, the second time is useless.

However, Orem was willing to believe Harvey, and he believed that Harvey would use other methods to weaken the black dragon's combat power step by step until he could be killed by them.

Orem snapped his fingers, instantly swapping positions with the ghost, and the next moment, the black dragon appeared in his original position, swept the ghost with a horizontal kick, cutting it off, and the ghost was also engulfed in flames, and in the wail turned into a pinch of ashes and fell to the ground, soon wet by the rain.

Terrifying intuition and perception, Orem, who was standing and observing from a distance, frowned slightly, although he was not unaware of the strength of the black dragon, and even fought with him personally, but by this time, the perception system of the black dragon should have been greatly damaged.

However, even then, he was able to spot the enemy's position and launch a fierce attack.

At the same time, Cervantes frowned, looked left and right, and gently slid his toes on the ground, trying to confirm the location of the enemy.

The Grand Arcanist pondered for a moment, and suddenly he realized that he had not learned how to hide his hostility, and that if he struck, he would be detected by the black dragon.

The rumbling thunder drowned out Orem's footsteps, and he dropped a magic trap and moved slowly—he shouldn't be able to find out where he was if he didn't fight the black dragon head-on.

The rain poured down on the Grand Arcanist, drops of water sliding down his eyelashes onto his already soaked robes.

He's never been pushed so embarrassed, it's the first time, and hopefully it's the last time!

Standing not far away, Olem looked at the magic trap on the ground and suddenly coughed.

An eerie voice sounded above the magic trap, and a moment later, the trap was triggered, and the tremor that hit the soul made the black dragon let out a scream, and he clutched his head and gritted his teeth and roared.

It's fast, it's fast......

Olem shifted positions again, and Harvey seemed to notice the situation on his side, temporarily halting the attack on the Duchy of Screaming Winds.

While they might have been able to kill the black dragon faster, to be honest, they weren't sure if the black dragon would be able to detect the next attack in time and stand up for it.

After what happened just now, he has become a lot more vigilant, I'm afraid he won't attack so easily, but their goal now is to kill this black dragon, if they don't kill him now, he may cause them more trouble in the future.

That fortress is a 'containment', if this containment is gone, how can they keep this black dragon?

The phantom spell that Orem left in place, even though there was a magic fluctuation just now, but Cervantes did not attack immediately, and now, he did not move.

A wave of magic came from behind him, and another ghost leaped out of the droplet, and Olem no longer restrained it, and the undead's resentment against the living suddenly exploded, pointing directly at Cervantes.

The flames swelled suddenly, and two flaming whips swung in both directions at the same time.

Wrong choice!

Olem watched as his phantom and ghost were torn apart at the same time, but the magic trap at the phantom's feet was triggered as a result.

The cold breath climbed up the black dragon's throat, as if a hand was right on his neck, and the illusion of death came to his mind, causing him to instantly have a moment of delusion.

Even if he woke up in time, the seeds of fear were planted in his heart.

Next, he will be more cautious......

"Orem—" A terrified roar suddenly sounded in the Grand Arcanist's mind, and a fist with black scales slowly emerged in front of him.

The flames swirling around his fist, mixed with a faint air of mist, seemed to stop Orem's subjective time at this time.

His brain was spinning, trying to find a way to break the game - teleport, or flash, as long as he could dodge the punch...... He couldn't take it hard, because no amount of defense could withstand this blow, he was very sure!

Olem instantly understood that the black dragon just now had been acting, and he ...... No, he did lose his perception system, but that should have been destroyed by himself, just to make himself feel at ease, otherwise, he would not have been so lax.

But in less than a fraction of a second, he thought again, since this black dragon tried to kill with one blow, then, did he still have a chance to teleport?

"Run!!

The ethereal crosssword came first, piercing the Grand Arcanist's body before the black dragon's fist landed on Orem, without inflicting any form of damage on him.

Olem's form fluctuated only slightly, but then he was re-established, his eyes moving slowly, and more of the fist was caught in his vision out of the corner of his eye.

Before even the glorious flames could make Orem's face feel a burning pain, the black dragon's fist dragged his body in place and spun around one hundred and eighty degrees, and it swung out with a bang.

Orem flickered through the air and saw through the curtain of rain that fell from the sky, the slowly shrinking vacuum obscuring the evil gaze cast by Cervantes, and his dark golden eyes were as bright as stars, uncovered with dust.

After Orem's back hit the mage tower, a huge force was transmitted to the limbs, causing his muscles to tense and his limbs straight.

The Grand Arcanist was embedded in the tower, his body clinging to the mage's tower, burning marks on his face, but he didn't feel any pain.

Godless eyes looked up at the sky, and until he died, he could not remove the clouds that hung over Wyzdem.

It's the first and last time to be so embarrassed!

Feeling the aftershocks under his feet, Cervantes expanded his chest and inhaled refreshedly, and once again a wild and uninhibited smile appeared on his face, "There are two ...... left"

Before he finished speaking, Latinia's frightened voice sounded in his ears: "Seth, there has been another violent space-time fluctuation in the astral passage!!"

Heaven and earth were silent, and only the violent thunder and the roar of the storm remained.