Charlie crouched quietly on a large tree, holding the orange-red staff in his hand, staring at Sival in the air to see how he reacted.

Sival silently recited the incantation, pushed his hands forward, and a thick black tide swept back, and the air was filled with the stench of decay, as if the lid of the corpse cellar had been lifted.

Rancid, suffocating, spicy, nausea, dizziness, all kinds of negative feelings came out in one go.

The elves under the black tide were dizzy from the smoke, their eyes were astringent, and tears flowed uncontrollably, and they immediately lost their combat effectiveness.

In the blink of an eye, the Black Tide devoured the Black Hawk, which hissed in pain, its feathers, flesh, and even its skeleton in the smokeless and foggy tide, eroding, tearing, and finally turning into scattered magical energy.

At this moment, in the corner of a certain battlefield, a sturdy werewolf undead roared angrily, threw two heavy throwing axes at the green wind, and with a strong spin, roared away.

At the same time, a necromancer in a gorgeous robe pressed down the staff in his hand, and through the lock of spiritual power, a gray skull flew out silently, quickly hitting the shield of the green wind, making a miserable sound, and then penetrated the shield and landed on the green wind.

A look of astonishment flashed on Green Wind's face, and then a layer of gray was covered.

The "Curse of Weakness" took effect, and the two metal axes slammed into the shield one after another, directly shattering the pale green light shield, making Green Wind's face turn pale, and urgently activated the equipment skill "Life Guardian Shield" of the Tree of Life Guardian Set.

Then, I heard a smug laugh from the undead magic camp, "Fool! This is a battlefield, not a dueling arena, how can it give you a real one-on-one chance!"

In a word, it is a prophecy.

With a powerful bangbang sound, golden light shot out from the forest, rushing towards a target from all directions, and it was all holy light arrows!

Almost every Elven Marksman has used up their quota of one Holy Light Arrow, and I wonder if Sivar should be horrified, or glorious?!

The opportunity is here.

Charlie raised the cold orange-red staff, passively focused on casting spells that naturally took effect, and activated the equipment skill "Mana Storm", the magic pool of up to the upper limit of 2800 points was almost emptied, and an extremely dangerous magic power gathered in his hands.

A huge wave of magic broke Charlie's invisibility, and a nearby elven marksman realized that there was a stranger lurking next to him, and he also realized that he was preparing a dangerous spell that made people feel cold and fluffy.

The elven marksman recognized Charlie's identity at a glance and couldn't resist reacting aggressively, because his target was the focal point of the field, Sival.

Then, the magic furnace in the body shook slightly, spewing out a thick light blue mist, and the bottom layer of the furnace was almost exhausted, the same magic power, the magic power of the furnace appeared more refined.

Soon, the thick mist immediately became the core of the magic power in his hand, and the magic power of the traction equipment underwent some indescribable mystical changes, and began to slowly rotate, forming a light blue magic vortex, and the originally unstable mana entered a strange state of equilibrium, and the difficulty of control was suddenly reduced.

The superposition of the equipment mana pool and the individual mana pool makes the magic energy gathered in Charlie's hands extremely terrifying, and the magic power units are as high as more than 4,000.

The next moment, the giant magic ball in Charlie's hand spat out red and blue gradient fireballs, one after another, seemingly endless......

It is not an ordinary fireball, which consumes 19 mana units, while this red-blue gradient fireball has a single mana cost of up to 190, which is equivalent to the standard of fourth- and fifth-order spells.

Undoubtedly, it has a whole new term to measure: 'Spell Upgrade', the most difficult of all the super-magical skills to achieve, has finally been unexpectedly presented with the support of pure magical power.

In other words, it was a fireball with fifth-order spell power, and now they were in a straight line and bombarded towards Sivar, which was almost Charlie's strongest attack!

Nearly thirty Holy Light Arrows and more than twenty Super Demon Fireball Techniques surrounded Sivar in a fan-shape, and anyone who faced such a situation would be frightened to the point of being scattered.

Holy Light Arrows and Violent Fireballs are not attacks that Sivar can ignore, especially since the fireball has the terrifying attribute of energy stacking, and its number is also outrageous.

No one in the history of the Vagram Continent had ever tried to be attacked by more than twenty fireballs, let alone that this was a super magic fireball comparable to a fifth-order spell.

Sival let out an angry roar, both furious at his opponent's unwarranted fireburst!

At that moment, Sival folded his arms, and the whole person curled up in the air, a dark red ball of light enveloped him, and the ball of light radiated a dark red mist outward, and the mist dispersed, constantly devouring the light, and it seemed that even the sky was gloomy, it was like a huge demon heart, and every breath beat could affect people's nerves.

Such strong fluctuations in magic?!Unheard of!

Seeing this, Charlie's heart beat half a beat slower, this may be the highest level spell he had ever seen since he was born, at least an eighth-order spell, maybe even higher.

Actually forced out a great magister's life-saving skills! is enough to be proud, although it is not his own credit.

After the Holy Light Arrow rushed into the dark red fog area, it seemed to be pulled by something, and its speed was quickly lost, barely hitting the ball of light, as if it was shooting at an extremely tough gel, and the arrow could not enter an inch.

Flames burst out on the surface of the ball of light, violently reacting with the dark red mist, which actually dimmed the energy of the ball of light.

The next moment, the ball of light was hit by red and blue fireballs, and the sky burst into brilliant fireworks one after another, like a supernova exploding, sparks splashing everywhere, illuminating the surrounding area of ten kilometers.

The scorching shock wave radiated outward wave after wave, causing the nearby battlefield to enter a temporary state of stagnation, and the people near the explosion point flew out, and the fire ignited the surrounding woods, spreading in all directions.

Both the elves and the undead were stunned by the violent magic, and for a moment forgot to fight, and an inevitable question arose in their hearts: could Sival survive such a violent onslaught of energy?

The smoke cleared, and the ball of light dimmed, almost black, but it was also completely complete, cracked under the astonished gaze of everyone.

After all, it was an eighth-order spell 'Dark Enchantment', and it was not a miracle to hold out a large wave of fifth-order spell attacks.

Sival was in shape, intact, but his furious face had made him lose his grace.

"Charlie!you're killing yourself!!" Sival's gaze and mental power locked on Charlie respectively, and when he was about to release the real fatal blow, the latter smeared oil on the soles of his feet, slipped away, and disappeared in an instant, so fast?!

Sival roared louder, but there was nothing good to do with a first-year apprentice who frequently escaped, and his speed was not inferior to that of Blaze, which was a great headache.

In the midst of his rage, Sival still retains the wisdom to think, he wants to understand one thing, if he can't destroy the Sunset Elf, he will never be able to catch Charlie!

However, the behemoth in the depths of the Holy Mountain did make Sival feel a little jealous, but since he dared to start a war, he must have made some preparations, and all he lacked was determination.

Charlie made him feel a little in danger, this is only a first-year magic apprentice, he already has the theoretical strength to kill himself, and he must not be allowed to grow!

The new reason became a key weight in the overturning scale, and Sival had already made up his mind, and he immediately flew back to the camp of the undead and gave the order to launch a general attack.

Andrew looked worried and asked, "Teacher, do you really have to come this far?"

Sivar nodded heavily, "The whole army is attacking, including all the members of the Thirteen Black Prisons, and besides, get ready for that big guy! ”

"Understood!"