They all heard it.

Driven by fear and horror, Gülen subconsciously made a few gestures—he was asking, "Can he see us?" -- and they were still in the closed hallway.

The language that his fingers "spoke" was common between thieves and robbers, and the red-robed and gray-robed robes had often mingled with them when they were apprentices, so he knew something about it, and when he realized that it was not his usual fellow spellcaster standing in front of him, but a group of people on the opposite side, the mage who acted in a rather white-robed style responded.

"How I saw you," said the caster, "that's how he saw you." ”

Kerry had taken out the fluorite brooch, which had been hidden to avoid being discovered by the enemy, but now that it was clearly no longer necessary, he and the trained thieves were able to see Cremar with only the faint light provided by the moss, and the others could not.

The black-haired spellcaster nodded lightly to Kerryben, and took out a round rune plate that was only an inch square from the dimensional bag, and those who knew nothing about magic might think of it as a very beautiful pendant, its bottom plate was Mithril, and the lines were intertwined with runes, taking the shape of the Angelis Holy Flower, that is, the Silver Crest, inlaid with amethyst (to remove toxins), amber (to immune to pestilence), jade (to enhance vitality) and chalcedony (to avoid the undead)- The caster threw it at the feet of the crowd without hesitation, and the crystal that activated the entire miniature formation was the first to shatter, followed by three other precious minerals, their magical power flowing along the characters and lines, the glittering brilliant light illuminating the eyes of the elves and humans, and the soft warm current flowed into their bodies like rain in the middle of summer.

The fatigue and pain are gone.

Memmy tried to speak, but Cremar raised her index finger and put it to her lips. He said with clear lips: "Ready to fight." ”

Baldwin had just drawn his broadsword from behind him—not the one he was used to, and worth far more than the original, these weapons forged from precious Mithril or Adamantite were gifts that Kerry had brought to the Norman capital.

The walls of rock behind them melted silently like snow on a winter day, and now there was only a large circle between them and their greatest enemy, drawn close to the bottom of the nearly circular cavern, leaving them little space to move. No one dares to step on those lines that seem to be still flowing.

The half-dragon in the center of the circle thought the same thing, he noticed that there was a white robe among these people, but he didn't care at all, at least, he behaved like that.

In addition to the scales and tail, the curved nails, and the height and strength of a human, the half-dragon that looked like a handsome human male stood up and poked its head in fascination. Sniffing the air: "An elf," he said sweetly and yearningly, "what an abundance of vitality! Better than a village, a city, and a weak and filthy human being is completely incomparable—I haven't eaten an elf for a long time, and they are rare......" He stuck out his tongue, licking first his forehead, and then his chin, the crimson tip of his tongue split into two strands like a snake. Each strand is free to turn in a different direction: "But, that's weird. He murmured, "There's better, better, better than elves—black-haired half-elves, has anyone ever told you how wonderful they smell...... It's weird, the bottomless abyss beneath, you're supposed to be the lowliest of the half-bloods. But your life force is the strongest of them all, and I can't wait to sip your blood—I swear I won't waste a penny of your ......."

Gülen knew it was foolish to be influenced by the words of his enemies at such a critical moment, but he glanced uncontrollably at the mage standing behind Berdwin, who was completely indifferent, but it was Baldwin. With a look of genuine wrath at the sight of the half-dragon's intention to devour his companion, he took the broadsword and took a step forward, while the half-dragon chuckled contemptuously and cruelly, and waved his fingers, and the bats hanging from the top of the cave opened their blood-red eyes, huddled together and ready to move, as if they were ready to pounce on their prey at the request of their master—they were large enough to bury them all in a living tomb.

But as the half-dragon had expected, Birdwin took a step forward and took two steps to the right, revealing the caster behind him, who already had a wand in his hand, and broke it when the half-dragon saw him.

Torrents of magical energy erupted from the broken ends of the wand, causing a massive explosion that engulfed all living beings still in the cavern with fire and smoke. The lich moved lightly, and just now he was hiding behind Baldwin to secretly record the range of the formation—his memory, which was repeatedly praised by his mentor, was more useful than a wand or scroll Birdwin let out a loud roar, the sound of the broadsword slashing mixed with the sound of Kerribben's bow breaking through the air, and the sound of the thief's small stone chips hitting the ground as his feet hit the ground as he climbed the rock wall, and Memi was the most reactive of them all, retreating into the shadows unnoticedly before Kremar could make a move, praying that the former undead only wanted her to judge correctly and obtain an effective magic spell.

The half-dragon laughed as he threw lightning bolts, which crackled and dispersed the smoke.

Berdwin saw his enemy, a turtle the size of an adult male, covered with camouflage like nodules and tentacles, its carapace as hard as steel, its stinging sharp as a sword, hunters who had lived in the forest for more than ten years were familiar with this insect, and it was not an easy thing to deal with when it was only the size of a fingernail, and could be crushed to death. Its venom melts its skin and muscles, allowing them to liquefy for it to suck, and it often causes drunk or weak people to fall asleep in the forests and wilderness, bitten in the face, and the injuries they inflict are sometimes difficult to heal even with the healing techniques cast by priests, and more than once Berdwin has seen people walking around with scars and holes in their faces, and perhaps no one would have imagined that such a terrible wound was caused by only one or two small bugs.

If they get into your ears and nose, the consequences are even more severe, and people often die inexplicably.

Now that it was thousands of times larger, Baldwin didn't wonder what he would be left behind after being bitten by it, thankfully the spells cast by Cremar's Rune Disk restored his strength and energy. It also made him smart, or he might have been caught in that moment - he stabbed at the monster that the turtle had transformed, but the camouflage on its body served as armor, and Berdwin swirled around it, slashing at its foot joints instead, and the monster's defenses obviously didn't extend anywhere. It hissed, but nothing could stop the former paladin from accurately slicing through the hard, fragile carapace at the joint, white, smelly juice spurting out of the turtle's mouth like a small fountain, and Berdwin's broadsword touched it slightly, and even though it was the precious Mithril that was cast, it was still corroded into several dents.

Bodwin took a step back and threw his overwhelmed broadsword at the turtle. The turtle took a bite and chewed frantically, and the fragments of Mithril fell to the ground from between its furry jaws, and Baldwin's fingers rested on his belt, pulling out the double-edged axe that Kerry had given him—also one of the gifts.

Kerry was faced with a swarm of poisonous moths, one-fifth the size of the soft-shelled turtles, but there were hundreds, and they were gray. It was almost indistinguishable in the smoke, and the wings and fur were covered in poisonous scales. If it weren't for the detoxifying magic contained in the amethyst on the rune disk, they would be at least half short by now—but even if the scales didn't work, their strong, sharp mouthparts threatened the elves' lives - the elves calmly shot their arrows one by one, and the more cunning of the poison moths hid behind their companions, or turned behind him in a roundabout way, intending to sneak up on the elves while they were preoccupied with dealing with the other bugs. But they shouldn't forget that there was also a spellcaster, and Cremar tore open a scroll, and a cold air stream swept through, and the frozen insects fell to the ground and immediately shattered into pieces.

"You're not in a white robe," the half-dragon said curiously, "Then are you wearing a white robe to confuse your enemies?" the god allowed?" Even if it can't, just by looking at its fearlessness of flame and poison, you can see some clues: "Other mages also approve of it, and the main material plane is really getting more and more strange." ”

The lich looked at him and cast a spell that caused a worm to fall off the rock wall as it was about to climb to where Memmy was, writhing and spitting out its own entrails from its mouthparts.

The former undead didn't observe what was going on, and he tore open another scroll, and the spell in the scroll forced the half-dragon to interrupt his spell.

"How many spells do you have?" asked the half-dragon, "how many spells have you used along the way?" and whether the spells you have prepared are appropriate for the present situation-poor little mage," he said in a loud voice, "you have a good mentor, see how many things he has prepared for you, but unfortunately, they can't save your life." ”

Cremar's answer was a broken wand—a spell in the wand shattering the body of the half-dragon—an illusory image of the half-dragon making a sound in another place, sounding like he was unharmed.

"I can see how many magic paraphernalia you have," said the half-dragon, "you are rare, I will put your soul in a gem to show to your mentor, I will slowly eat you, from your skin, your flesh, your bones and your internal organs, swear to the bottomless abyss, until the last moment you will be conscious, I will put your head to the end, I will listen to your wailing to eat, your voice of chanting spells is beautiful, and it should be good when you hiss." ”

"I'm only curious about one thing," said the lich, "why do I see only all kinds of bugs?"

"Are you bored too?" said the half-dragon empathetically, without giving an order or gesturing, but the eager bats seemed to have finally gotten permission and joined the fight, and Berdwin let out a roar, "Damn," he shouted, "I think that's enough!"

"That's all," said the lich calmly and with some disappointment, "the bats—a hybrid of dragons and demons, should have more power than that—what about your demons? what about your little demons? and the red-robed or gray-robed ones who are willing to be servants?...... Until now, I've only seen you one?"

"You ask me how many spells I have, Half-Dragon," the lich continued, "I want to ask you how much power you have?What is your altar for?A village, with only thirty or so households, hundreds of people, all mortals, and a lowly priest of Ilmot, how much can they give? You can't even summon a great demon or a devil, let alone make a deal with him. Or are you doing it for some other reason? But like I said, you get too little...... So little can you do about it. ”

"What were you expecting?"

At the same time, he asked, a wave of magic stronger than before interrupted all fighting—the cavern shook, bats and bugs fell from the sky, elves and former paladins fell on cold rocks, and thieves were thrown hundreds of feet away by a thick dragon's tail—almost being picked directly onto a protruding triangular stone, if it weren't for the caster's timely casting of an applicable spell.

A broken rune disk lay alone in a corner of the circle, and anyone, even if he had no concept of magic, could see that the original flawless circle was missing a corner, a very small one, but the elf could feel that the flowing magical power was contained, delayed, it accumulated where it was broken, and it was restless.

"Is that for this?" said the half-dragon, "I can mend it at any time, after tearing you apart." ”

The lich smiled slightly, "I met a maggot mage before. He said, "I have a little doubt after defeating it, because here was a lich, a lich, and even if he had been destroyed, his remaining fragments should not be so weak, and besides, on my way, I met too few spirits and monsters, and I didn't even see the golem, did the white robes destroy and purify this place too much? No, they left in a hurry, they didn't search the entire underground palace to make sure there was no aftermath- I don't know why, but they must have left more behind—so I'm wondering if there is something that has already been at war with them?"

"That being wiped out most of the undead's remaining power, taking away what he wanted. But he didn't leave, because he couldn't leave - he was wounded - and he set up the altar in the hope of obtaining the energy that would heal him with the help of the people in the village. ”

"Do you think I'm right?" he asked, "Your Excellency?" (to be continued......

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