"Bart, back!" Anthony lay in a pit, the spinning circle of the universe grazed his scalp, and his armor was suddenly full of sweat and sticky. The moment he lay down, he alerted a soldier in front of him to dodge from behind a rock.

However, unfortunately, Bart was too focused on shooting at the goose hill in the air, and when he reacted, his entire arm was cut in two by the spinning blade, and then the murder weapon slashed through his chest, bringing out a string of blood that splattered on the walls of the cave.

Bart didn't die instantly, but nothing could help him, and he writhed and wailed on the ground until he drained the last drop of blood.

"Damn it!" Anthony scolded. "Shoot the red cores of those monsters first! Don't worry too much about that Qin A cultivator, hand her over to Mr. Michael, and keep an eye out for that woman's weird ring weapon! The woman will manipulate them to attack from behind! ”

However, both Michael and Anthony actually underestimated the power of Yanqiu. In the culture of the Qin'a Empire, when fighting with others, they all advocate rounds and exchanges, they will not release all their unique skills at once, nor will they do their best as soon as they come up. Therefore, at this time, Yanqiu was just manipulating the flying sword under his feet and the two Qiankun circles in his hands to fight.

Michael has already considered the possibility of Yanqiu's way of fighting, and has more keenly discovered the slightest discord between Yanqiu and Brand, not only emotionally, but also combatively. The two obviously didn't expect this fight, or they were both confident in their way of fighting, in short, the two did not cooperate at all, which somewhat relieved the pressure on Anthony and Michael's group.

However, the truth is that the strong fighting ability of the two still makes Michael feel a little tricky - although he has overestimated Yanqiu's fighting ability, he obviously underestimates it.

Yanqiu's response at this time seemed to be at his fingertips, whether it was manipulating weapons to attack or performing some moves and dodging, it was as smooth as a dance. Michael was glad that Yanqiu didn't seem like killing him. There were many opportunities for Yanqiu's Qiankun circle to attack Michael from a strange angle, especially once Michael hid behind a stone pillar, and Yanqiu's Qiankun circle turned out of thin air under her operation. The circle swirled and cut off a strand of Michael's hair, leaving a shallow cut mark in the corner of his eye.

Michael didn't believe it was his luck or Yanqiu's mishandling. For a spellcaster duel of this level, luck and blunder are as much a joke as the chastity of the hostess at the Golden Cup Tavern in Falkenridge. Therefore, Michael can only judge that the Yanqiu Daoist intends to let them go—she still retains the mercy of a monk.

However, Michael was reluctant to let the two go. As for the governor of Yanqiu, Michael will not kill her, but she will be tried in public in Zamir, after which she will be relieved of her guilt by labor and serving a prison sentence; As for Bland, the Elephant Summoner, Michael decided to kill him on the spot, unlike the Wild Goose Hill Chief, the Elephant Summoner Brand is evil and filthy. The whole of Elsa thinks so: every breath of the Elephant Summoner Brand is polluting Elsa's air.

As a result, Michael only cast a few spells at the Yanqiu Daoist, and his main focus was all on the Elephant Summoner Brand and the evil creatures she created. Michael unleashed an onslaught on Brand from the start, casting spells straight to Brand's heart and head - Michael likes to kill with one hit.

In fact, Michael didn't have much choice, even if it was only the Elephant Summoner Brand, Michael didn't dare to say that he could win her, so he took Victor to chase down Brand and destroy her laboratory many years ago. Over the years, not only has Michael grown, but Brand has gradually become stronger. Although Michael was much more powerful than when he was younger, he clearly felt that Brand's skills were more mellow.

Back then, Michael's frontal attack Brand didn't dare to defuse it toughly, but now, after so many years, Brand actually fought back and forth with Michael, who was attacking with all his might, in a magic duel, but only had a slight advantage. This couldn't help but surprise Michael, but it also strengthened Michael's determination to get rid of Brand.

"We must not let Brand continue to grow and do evil, otherwise, in another ten years, I am afraid that there will be no one in this Aisha world who can kill Brand." He thought.

"Hah! Little Donavan! It seems that there is a limit to the genius of human beings after all, compared to back then, the speed of your progress has slowed down, and you are not as good as me, an old woman! Brand smiled lightly, taunting Michael in passing.

"Oh! Ma'am, can you not say that Madam has excluded herself from the category of human beings? Isn't that a brute? Michael shot another piercing shot through the stone where Brand was hiding. The shiny beam of light quickly and diagonally pierced through the stone where Brand was hiding, and in the center of the stone there was a large hole that had been melted by the heat. Before Michael's "Hole in Everything" could penetrate Brand, the latter had already jumped out from behind the rocks, firing a barrage of green fireballs and hiding behind another stone pillar.

Brand didn't reveal her position, so she put her wand to her throat, gathered mana in her hands, and spread out towards the top of the cave, where Brand's voice echoed throughout the cavern, and there was no way to tell the way: "You're wrong, Michael." Not to be an animal, but to become a being higher than human. I speculate that there are gods in this world, but I think they should be a group of powerful creatures, a group of powerful creatures that are beyond the imagination of humans. I think that human beings can become something like that in some way! Brand said excitedly, her voice becoming higher and sharper.

"It's just your whims, ma'am. I ask you to wake up, there is no god in this world - all spellcasters know this. Of course, there is nothing to say about becoming a transcendent being, and what is stealing the power of the gods. Think of Elsa under the rule of the Ancient Grimel High Elves, and think of their Azorius Empire, and you will know that what you are pursuing is nothing more than following the path of the Ancient Rimel High Elves, and that the black streak is something that should definitely be eliminated, not something worth studying. ”

"I thought you were talking about something, but I didn't expect it to be the same pedantic, Michael, I'm a little disappointed in you, I naively thought that you could see through the essence of Elsa and pursue more powerful knowledge." Brand said disappointedly.

"I'm really looking for knowledge, and to be honest, whether it's 'The Secret of the Six Gods', 'Forbidden Gold' or 'The Book of Prison', each one of them has a great appeal to me. But... ”

"Then you should join my side! To tell you the truth, I have a lot of books in my hand! Brand interrupted Michael rudely.

"I don't deny that, Madame is known for her ability to excavate the ruins of the Ancient Lamel High Elves, and I believe that the collection must be very large, and I believe that you have in your possession many fragments of works that have survived—the true essence of them. However, please listen to me, I hope to get the knowledge, and then pass it on, so that more people know, because this will breed innovation, inherit ideals, and create a better Aisha; And you, ma'am, you have only taken this knowledge as a collector's item, but only to satisfy your sick desires, and of course I believe that you will resurrect your husband, and that is indeed your purpose. But you will never share this knowledge, you will not pass it on, and, I am afraid, you will create only a terrible hell. Michael completely denied Brand's words.

"Fart! You don't understand me at all! Forget it, I don't want to talk to you so much, it's almost time to get to know you, all I can say is that those young men you brought have two hits, and there are only about 20 angels left in me, but... Brand suddenly jumped out of cover and stood in front of Michael.

She used her wand to extract something from the angels, who covered their heads, and after a short howl of pain, the time in her body, the dragon virus, and the black streak infection intertwined, forming a red, black, and green tornado, all of which converged on Brand.

"Anthony! Come on! Don't ask why! Run with all the soldiers, and run as far as you can! Seeing this strange scene, Michael suddenly ordered.

Anthony cast an inquiring glance at Michael in confusion, and Michael said impatiently: "I said don't ask, run away!" You are the eldest son of Slava, you cannot die here. Don't hesitate! Don't you believe me!? Go to Wolftooth Castle and find Lady Svertana! ”

Anthony's brows were about to twist together, and he could vaguely feel a great sadness and uneasiness. After a brief mental struggle, Anthony whispered, "You're going to catch up with me, aren't you?" ”

Michael wanted to nod, but he nodded his head, then shook his head, took out a journal from his arms, and said, "Child, help me bring my last words." Tell Slava that his brother has been faithful to Zammir; Tell my children that Dad regrets not being able to go back with gifts; Tell my wife, goodbye, my love, I love you forever; Finally, grant me a request to rebuild Neverwinter and bury my body in my family's garden—if my body can be found. ”

Anthony took the diary, solemnly put it away, and immediately ordered all the soldiers to retreat outside the cave, and the Yanqiu Daoist did not mean to stop it, but said to Brand: "Heavenly Dao Cycle, Ms. Brand, although it is the second time to see you release this magic, I still express my shock and shock. However, I hope that this lady will not destroy the circle again, or I am afraid that you will have to pay a lot of 'private collection' to repair the circle. ”

Brand's body was covered in red, green, and black, but unlike those infected creatures, these patterns shone with a strange brilliance, floating above Brand's skin out of thin air. Unlike those infected who lost their minds, Brand's eyes did not turn red or lose their minds, on the contrary, she seemed to have become calmer.

"Daoist Yanqiu, you shouldn't let those soldiers go." Brand's crisp voice had become a little ethereal, as if many people were gossiping in the cave.

"It doesn't matter, as long as Mr. Michael dies, those soldiers will not pose a threat to us. But I personally hope that you will not kill him, that we can catch him, and that his genius is only a glimpse of the day, but, without the restraint of the soldiers, I think Mr. Michael should show some real skills. Yanqiu said as he conjured five more weapons from behind his back.

"It's impossible, Dao Chief, don't underestimate this young man, he really didn't use all his strength. However, the power of this magical transformation form is too great, and I can't control it well for the time being. I can't promise that I won't kill him, and I'm afraid that if you don't show some real skills, you won't necessarily be who killed whom. ”

"You've combined the power of the Black Sheath, the Reality of the Axis, and the Dragon, which is mana conjugation, and you did it, Brand."

"That's right, the dream that Simic wanted to accomplish from the beginning of its establishment is realized in my hands!" There was some pride in Brand's tone.

"Ms. Brand, the Yanqiu Daoist has obviously entered the battle state, let me take a look, the Jade Girl Sword, the Qiankun Circle, the Emei Thorn, the Plum Blossom Dart, and one more piece is not clear, but I guess that eight or nine should be a dragon whip, right?"

"It's the dragon whip." Yanqiu said affirmatively.

"I didn't expect the Dao Master to be a War Dance Girl before he threw himself into the faith, which is not difficult to explain the Dao Chief's flowing movements and that weird attack method, if my guess is correct, your mana can change the magnetic field between metal and non-metal by a small amount, so your Qiankun circle can hit me at that angle, right?" Michael asked.

"Yes, perhaps, Mr. Michael will be able to show me how the top wizards in this country fight?"

"It's an honor."

Anthony had escaped from the cave by now.

"We should go back!" Anthony thought to himself.

"That's death." (whisper)

"Mr. Michael needs my support."

"Michael Donavan entrusted you with taking his last words." (whisper)

"I'm a deserter who left behind my companions."

"You are the hero who escaped." (whisper)

He ordered the soldiers not to panic, not to ask questions, not to turn back. He led the group of soldiers from the direction of Neverwinter Town and ran directly to the Wolf's Tooth Fortress.

Anthony didn't cry, but his face was full of tears.