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Sival's eyes flashed, and he sat up straight and asked, "What's the matter? Haven't I made arrangements to deal with the elves' pounces?Why did I suffer so many casualties?!"

"They used a lot of Holy Light Arrows!"

"Holy Light Arrow?!" Sivar frowned and asked the people around him, "When did the elves learn the enchantment of the Holy Flame?"

Andrew, the necromancer who has been following Sivar for the longest time, stepped forward, "Teacher, they didn't use the Holy Light Arrow in the decisive battle a week ago, which means that the Elves don't have an enchanter in this area, unless something happens outside of our control.

As far as I know, there are people in Twilight who can provide the Holy Flame Enchantment, who is the resident Demon Seal Carver of the Blood Raven Bar, and who is a handpicked collaboration of Lady Eliza, and although he has been covering his face, I think Lady Eliza should know his true identity. ”

"She won't cooperate with me. Sival immediately shook his head at the thought of the woman and asked, "You mean this person has defected to the other side now?"

"Most likely, maybe captured, maybe there are other reasons. ”

"Is there anyone else besides him who can enchant the Holy Flame?"

Andrew bowed in response, "And Charlie, who used a sword with a holy flame in a duel with the undead apprentice, and who hid his tracks after winning the match. Later, the Demon Seal Carver appeared, and it is said that the Seal Carver was also a first-year apprentice, similar to Charlie's identity.

So, the worst-case scenario is that the two of them are the same person, and as far as I think, this is very likely, because Braz had similar suspicions in the first place, and he personally tried the Demon Seal Carver, but he didn't tell me the results. ”

There are so many coincidences that speak for themselves, and with Blaze and his grievances, it is also predictable to fall to the opposite camp.

"It's this Charlie again!"

Sival's withered face twitched, and he raised his hand sharply, and slapped a dim ball of light on the armrest, and the steel handrail softened like a burning candle into a pile of rotten rust.

There was a dead silence in the room, and everyone hung their heads and was cautious, for fear of being angered by Sival.

Sival let out a roar, "Since they want to fight a decisive battle, then do what they want!"

......

When Sivar appeared on the battlefield, the morale of the undead army was greatly shaken, and the wounded undead warriors burst out with an even more fanatical will to fight, and undead summons appeared in large numbers, and a wave of undead creatures frenzied.

Sivar waved the staff with one hand, muttering in his mouth, and at the moment when the staff was suddenly swung down, the entire battlefield felt their hearts beat half a beat slower, and a silent ripple dispersed.

With Sival as the center, a faint layer of black mist suddenly rose in the area within a radius of 100 meters, rising straight up from the soil, steaming, and the elf at the edge of the fog area suddenly opened his eyes, his hands stuck in his throat, and he kept retching, but he couldn't spit out anything, and his face was red.

In the blink of an eye, as the retching intensified, a large gulp of purple-black objects spit out, and people can't do it.

However, the undead creatures in the center of the fog are a different reaction.

The thin skeletons greedily breathed in the black mist, gradually forming a pale black armor on the surface of their bodies, and then slowly grew sharp spurs at the ends of the bones, and the green glow in their pupils became brighter and brighter, and gradually turned red, and their movement speed suddenly increased.

The Stitch Monster became more burly, and the gaps in the corpse pieces were filled with mist, becoming more stable.

"Super Evil Aura"!

The power of the realm, the most conventional means for the archmage to change a war, and the changes brought about by the realm are enough to change the outcome of a war.

Standing on the side of the elves, the most intuitive feeling is that a wave of undead creatures suddenly came out, filling their field of vision, and the elves' battle line was in jeopardy.

Although Charlie was not happy, the light knife in his hand still became the most dazzling existence on the battlefield.

A large number of undead creatures, slow footwork, sluggish reactions, and evenly matched battle lines have made Beichen the most dazzling stage for drawing a knife and slashing.

Draw the knife, sheath it, and draw it again......

The dazzling brilliance was fleeting, and in a battlefield, flickering frequently, the light and shade changed in an instant, there was always a skeleton that collapsed as the background, and the blazing flames scorched those twisted souls, killing them with one blow.

Once or twice, perhaps it can be explained by coincidence, but killing with a knife can only make people marvel at his agility and efficiency.

Although the skeleton is just cannon fodder for the undead army to consume the elven physical strength, if the cannon fodder is killed too much, it can also affect the battle situation.

There was a large gap in the area where Charlie was, and the ground was littered with black mist of broken bones and broken corpses.

The elven warriors showed awe, looking at the slightly wheezing figure in the center of the battlefield, and after a short loss of consciousness, they immediately joined the surrounding battlefield to help their partners.

"I'll meet him!" a reminder of the undead warrior pushed aside the clumps of undead and stepped out, only to see that his body was covered with lush pale hair, and his head turned out to be a werewolf head, and its long jaws opened and closed, revealing its ferocious fangs.

The werewolf warrior stared at Charlie from afar, and suddenly let out a long howl, fell to the ground on all fours, and quickly pounced on Charlie.

The chip captures the most threatening individual in an instant, and its weight, strength, speed, and trajectory are immediately identified, and the data is clear at a glance.

Charlie sneered, half-knelt on the ground, prostrate himself on the ground, his hands wrapped around his waist, and his right hand held the handle of the Tang knife, as if gathering strength.

Every movement and silence immediately caught the attention of most of the people in this war zone, and some people who were in a safe environment even put aside the confrontation for the time being and watched the impending collision intently.

The space of 100 meters allowed the werewolf warrior to raise his speed to a terrifying level, and in the second half of the sprint, he almost jumped nearly 20 meters, soared into the air, opened his bloody mouth, and the two pairs of canine teeth faced each other.

Just as it was about to pounce, the werewolf warrior saw Charlie's slightly raised head, his eyes showing disdain and mockery, mocking his stupidity and recklessness.

The werewolf warrior suddenly had a feeling of extreme danger, but he was unable to change his trajectory due to the air, so he had to pounce hard.

That instinct was correct, only to see the red light flickering, and a huge fireball was taken out of Charlie's arms, hugged him, and then rolled forward, burrowing under him.

In a moment of astonishment, the fireball was held between the two front paws of the werewolf, and then it exploded, exploding a brilliant mushroom fire cloud, and the werewolf warrior was lit into a ball of fireball, howling again and again.

This fireball is different from ordinary fireballs, it is not restrained by the shadow energy, the bursting flames are blazing and viscous, the temperature is extremely high, and the werewolf warrior with extremely strong vitality cannot withstand the violent burning, and dies in the blink of an eye, turning into a pile of scorched bones.

At this moment, the people in the hostile camp realized that he was not only a warrior, but also an excellent magician.

The battle on this side attracted the attention of the high-ranking people on both sides from the beginning, and Sival was furious to see Charlie's victory.

"Charlie!, you still dare to appear in front of me!!"

As he spoke, Sival beckoned to him from afar.

Charlie's hair exploded in an instant, and a feeling of extreme danger enveloped him, making his scalp tingle.

In the blink of an eye, a pool of green mist formed under his feet, getting thicker and thicker.

The green mist touched the bare skin, sizzling, and the fair and shiny skin instantly dimmed, shrunk, wrinkled, and appeared with old spots.

Charlie was startled, and suddenly woke up from his drowsiness, and he took a few steps in a few steps, and the area shrouded in green mist jumped out, and his legs had been somewhat eroded.

Immediately, a terrible term popped up in my brain.

"Death Withering"!

A green wind came from behind him, "Xival, you actually killed a junior, it's really embarrassing, do it in public?!"

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