Terrible spells!Is this the strength of the Archmagus?

A mountain-like giant bear was unexpectedly destroyed by a magic spell, and instantly lost its combat effectiveness!

Although this effect is mostly due to the "cooperation" of Green Wind, he transformed into a giant bear and launched a swift charge towards Sivar, all parts of his body are under unimaginable pressure, and the weakening at the critical moment is enough to crush the giant bear's body.

However, the layman is not as able to see the essence of the phenomenon as Charlie, they only know that Sivar casts a flesh wither to make the green wind in its peak state ineffective!

The level 18 powerhouse crushed the level 16, which perfectly confirmed the accuracy of Zondrik's level model.

"Green Wind!" Fury Wind exclaimed, just glanced away, but did not dare to stop the charge, and slashed the Holy Flame Battle Axe with both hands, slashing at Sivar.

At the same time, Morrowind drew his bow and fired an arrow of holy light.

As the furious wind approached ten meters in front of Sival, an unusually strong undead warrior slammed into it with a muffled shield.

Syllable!

The Holy Flame Battle Axe slammed into the dark steel shield, erupting into fierce white flames that clung to the surface of the metal shield and burned.

Then, the bodies of the two men slammed together, and the undead warrior was knocked out, and Fury's advantage was obvious, but the momentum of his charge was also contained.

The splashing flame fell on the body of some unlucky ghost next to him, burning violently, and the flame, which was obviously very weak, burned itself in a crazy state, as if it were spreading around.

At this time, the warriors surrounding Sivar were all elite warriors of the Necromantic Magic Academy, and in the face of life-threatening flames, they did not panic, did not say a word, and cut off one of their arms, with an expression as if they had pulled out a piece of dead skin on their bodies, and they didn't care about it.

The delicate white feather arrow came in an instant, with a strong rotation, twice as fast as the arrow of an ordinary elven archer, and the angle was very tricky, only taking the Sivar behind the crowd!

In the midst of his busy schedule, an undead warrior jumped up and sealed the arrow's path with his chest, killing the exquisite Holy Light Arrow in one fell swoop, and there was no doubt that the Holy Flame burned his dark heart and killed him instantly.

Attacks with too obvious intent are always ineffective.

In the dark, Charlie couldn't help but sweat, it seemed that the high-level powerhouses of the Sunset Elves had exhausted their means, but there was no way to take the enemy, on the other hand, Sival's expression was relaxed, waiting for work, and was brewing the next deadly spell.

Suddenly, there was a low vibration in the sky, and the huge light curtain slowly retreated, and a pure green light fell from the sky, enveloping this high-end battlefield.

There was a whispering voice in the air, like a father whispering, and the green light shone on the grass, inexplicable flowers bloomed, butterflies flew, like a green spring meadow.

Green Wind, who had returned to his human form, slowly stood up, and the vitality that had been stolen by the shadow magic was fully restored, not only that, but the wrinkles on his face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin regained its elasticity, his body became more and more burly, and his bones and muscles continued to grow stronger in the abundant vitality, and his momentum increased little by little.

Green Wind's body is absorbing life energy, and the Tree of Life Guardian set on his body is also absorbing energy, and each part of the set begins to grow new branches and leaves, and the branches are greener, tougher, and more abundant.

At the same time, the Fury, Morning Wind, and Night Wind all increased in strength under the vibration energy.

In Charlie's data vision, the levels of these four Sunset Elf elders have all increased to varying degrees, and Green Wind has improved the most, reaching the level of level 17 peak, although there is still a gap with Sivar, but the gap has narrowed to an acceptable level.

Green Wind clenched his fists, "This is the power of nature, it turns out that the Elven Sage feels like this!"

Level 17 is a hurdle, in the wizarding world, it is the threshold of the Magi, and in the Elven Clan, it is the threshold for the druids to be promoted to the Sage.

Green Wind did not reach this level through his own cultivation, but under the nurturing of Kabbalah, he entered this level, and his comprehension at this time was of great help to him in his impact on the elven sage.

This scene made Charlie extremely greedy, under the shroud of greenery, it was clearly pure and rich to the point of incomparably rich life force, if he could also bathe in that green light and meditate on the stars under the light, I don't know how much benefit he would get!

Right now, the boundary of this light is only a few meters away from Charlie, and he is almost able to get a piece of the pie, which makes him feel extremely regretful.

Looking at Sival's demeanor, he knew that this situation was expected by him, the Wind God Crossbow only sent three arrows, which was his pre-war arrangement, not that he couldn't afford to use the Wind God Crossbow, but there was some calculation and sophistication, and if he sent too much, he would reduce the grade of the Heart of the Life Tree and reduce the value of the loot.

Therefore, there has been some careful calculation in this, of course, to what extent it is accurate, Sival himself does not know, based on the magic mathematics of the Wagland continent, it is impossible to find an accurate answer.

His own calculation errors can only be borne by himself, and in the face of the increase in this situation, although Sival feels depressed, he still feels that it is within the range of bearing.

Sival smiled: "For the waste, if you elevate it to the level of the Grand Magus, it is still a bunch of waste!"

The green wind crept down, the body swelled abruptly, and a giant beast nearly four meters tall raised its head to the sky and let out a roar, compared with the previous bear form, the body did not become larger, but shrunk a little, but the body is obviously stronger and stronger, the strength and agility have been greatly improved, and the pattern of the fur is also more powerful, entering the realm of the Magister, the giant bear form will gain an additional passive attribute "Wild Instinct", the magic resistance of each department is increased by 30%, and the defense ability of the thick skin is increased by 50%.

Immediately, an illusory rune light imprint like a bear claw flickered above his head, it was a 'Wild Blessing', and the level 15 Night Wind could only provide a universal natural blessing, while the Night Wind promoted to level 17 could provide Green Wind with an exclusive blessing in the form of a druid bear, providing him with a 15% strength bonus.

In the face of the giant bear at such a moment, Sivar also had a rare solemn expression, and now it is undoubtedly whimsical to rely on a flesh withering to curb the action of the elf druid.

The green wind began to run again, and the ground rumbled and shook like a herd of beasts.

"Entangle him!" Sival roared, giving orders to those beside him.

There is no shortage of Magister-level powerhouses in the Necromancer Academy, two teachers are veteran Magisters, and in addition, the necromancer Andrew, the chief disciple of Sivar, is also a Magister, he has just been promoted to level 17 before the Great War, crossed the threshold of the Magister, and became the most important person in Sival.

Several flesh golems, stitchers, and bone skeletons surrounded the bear's sprint.

The giant bear rushed forward, raised its paws high, and swept violently with one blow.

Broken bones and corpses flew around, sweeping down one piece, and the skeletons and stones bound by the secret method broke one after another, scattering first, emitting an unusually unpleasant smell.

The undead's defenses collapsed, and the undead warrior behind rushed up desperately, even though he was only level 14 and could be crushed to death by the green wind, but he was not afraid.

At this time, as the leader of the undead army, Sival entered a state of self, and he began to study and arrange a complex summoning circle, and constantly had magical materials taken out of the space equipment and arranged into a strange shape.

Soon, the summoning circle was formed, and as the key eye positions on the array map were filled with magic crystals, an unpredictable ball of light condensed above the summoning array, and a trace of miserable white mist oozed from time to time.

On one side is the fierce high-end battlefield, the four elves are surrounded by a group of undead teachers and students, but they do not fall behind, and the undead lives are constantly killed, and Sivar's high-end combat power is continuously weakened.

On the other side, the quiet and cold Sivar was walking leisurely in his laboratory, arranging his summoning ceremony, looking at the tedious and lengthy steps in the early stage, it was an extremely evil summoning, perhaps not as good as the three-headed dog of hell jointly summoned with a dozen necromancers in the elven decisive battle, but it was Sival's strongest summoning.

As the ball of light in the center of the summoning circle grew larger and larger, the cold white mist began to change terrifyingly.

A strange skeletal horse's head poked out of the mist, a bone horse in chain mail, and on the back of the horse sat a burly black knight, armed with a bloodstained two-handed broadsword, slowly emerging from the fog.

I saw him raise his sword to show his submission to Sivar, and then guard in front of Sival.

Then, one after another undead creatures came out of the summoning circle, and the lowest level was also a well-equipped skeleton warrior, the power of the summoning spell was presented here, the more undead creatures were summoned, the higher the level, the better the equipment, the stronger the strength.

When the ball of light in the center of the summoning circle gradually dimmed and gradually disappeared into invisibility, Sivar's summoning finally ended.

Charlie has made some statistics, and in just ten minutes, there are 3 level 16 black knights, 23 level 12 wraiths, and as many as 50 creatures below level 10 that have come out of the summoning circle, which is already a high-end combat force that cannot be ignored.

This is where the necromancer is terrifying, given time and space, he can "make" a terrifying army!

Looking at the battle situation over there, the undead warriors are basically dead and wounded, and they are exhausted, a few undead archmages have become revenants under the arrows of the morning wind, and the three mages are still confronting the four elven elders, they are not injured, but more than half of their physical strength and magic power are consumed.

For Sival, this result is that "there is basically no loss of combat effectiveness." ”

Sivar snorted coldly, pointed at the four elven elders, and spit out a few words, "Kill all!"

The black knight hung his two-handed heavy sword behind his back, slowly took out the spear, instigated the skeleton warhorse, and began to run in the direction of Sivar's finger, the speed gradually increased, and the spear gradually raised.

At the same time, the wraiths and numerous undead began to run after them, lunging towards the four......