Schalke, who had already rested, was sent to prevent the dwarves from turning their faces, and then he watched the poet's invisibility potion appear in time, and the dwarven guards spotted him and surrounded him with hideous faces, and after a few words had passed, he had shown unusual affection for him, and took the poet directly to the place where the hammerstone was.

Shadow hiding and invisibility spells were used, and the Drow Assassin struggled to follow the unobstructed poet until he entered the halls of black ice.

In front of the dwarven guards, the invisible Schalke put his ear to the door and tried to listen.

At first it was Hammerstone's disapproving voice, which Drow speculated was about ordering his men to kill the poet, and then Ewell's unhurried and graceful laughter was heard, and then Hammerstone's voice became low and humble......

The Drow Assassin could not understand the dwarven language, but he tried to memorize the voices. Calculating that the time for his invisibility was almost up, Schalke quietly returned to the side of Silverstream.

Before he was within the range of the Torch of the Eternal Life, the ranger who had been staring outside had already noticed Schalke hiding in the shadows, and nodded to him with a chuckle.

Appearing in the light, Drow puts on his sunglasses and is pulled aside by the gnome and Slorin and begins to mimic the conversation realistically.

As Schalke narrated, Slorin's expression became more and more strange: "Although, as he said, I am indeed going to leave the Dwarven Valley in the future and continue my travels, so it will not affect the status of Hammerstone...... But I always feel that this doesn't taste right. ”

"Silverstream will grow old one day, and his niece and you will be leaving, so it will be a hammer to give Kaisso a fatal blow to the back at a critical moment," said the dwarf, who was blessed with a well-versed language. ”

The Ranger could hear clearly in the distance and walked over to ask them to be quiet. The gnomes disagreed, believing that the others were not so exaggerated, and the dwarves and drow agreed.

Looking outside, Thomas said, "Not only that, but he also directly pointed out that the strength of the Hammerstone is not important to Kaisso, and if the Hammerstone army, which has retained its strength now, joins the Silver Creek side, it will give us a strong reserve." ”

"It's a great deal and a deal," Schalke said, "but I still don't understand why Hammerstone would trust him so easily." ”

"It's actually very simple, you just need to think about the relationship between martial arts and magic. Martial arts and music can accomplish some more bizarre and unimaginable ...... than the mage arcane priest's divine skills Magic!" the gnome explained.

The dwarf liar's expression was a little sad, he felt that although he was a great genius, he was not as good at deceiving people as the mentally handicapped race, and he was sad.

Thomas touched his head and whispered, "At least your spells are much better than those of the poet, and you can dismantle traps!"

In fact, he knew years ago that this dwarf would scream and jump away when he found a trap because he was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Slorin looked at the humans and gnomes, a slight kind smile on his serious face.

"It's time for a counteroffensive!" he said.

After the poet persuaded Hammerstone and his men to return, Old Silver Creek was overjoyed. Later, although the angry Kaisso ordered his men to storm the attack, with the help of the dwarves on both sides and the assistance of outsiders, they repelled one by one after paying some casualties.

Hammerstone's main focus was on digging tunnels - the dwarves of the Warhammer tribe attacked from the cliffs on his side a hundred years ago, and now the deep snow and rocks beneath the Kaisuo military camp are buried in the tunnels used by the dwarves back then.

The ground was densely strewn with undead creatures, and around Kaisso were golems, shield guards, and most of the Winter Derives. Although the loss of command made the undead's actions seem too chaotic, it still preferred to have more of these skilled and flexible bodyguards by its side.

At its feet, the dwarves dug silently into the rocks, each shovel careful not to be heard by those above.

After a few days, Thomas and the others finally arrived in the dug underground hall and stood around the pool in the middle.

"Akan-ada-kapak-alami-tanpa-batu-apapun-dalam-jumlah-yang-sama-dengan-lumpur natural original rock, fossilized as mud!"

Kurgal also stood where he would not be hit by the fall, and drew Aberdell's soul energy, casting a spell that turned stones into mud amid his wails.

Rubble and sticky muddy water fell, and Thomas was preoccupied with the blow he was about to deliver a blow to Caisso, who had fallen or floated in the air.

And yet nothing.

Kaisso's wild laughter came from the air: "Fools!

"Oh no, it turns out that buried ice armor can not only feel the vibrations transmitted in the ice?" Kurgal remembered that she didn't have a lot of research on the undead.

"It's invisible!" cried the mage, pointing to a spot in the air, "not good, and flashes and mirrors, stone skins, and tree bark...... Armor, Shield, ......"

The glass and metal flickered on both sides of the dragon head mask worn by Hyakka, and under the effect of the previously activated Ilbresa, the figure of a string of cat ninjas jumped to a height of more than ten meters from time to time.

Thomas stroked the magic runes on the scout's turban, and when he heard the mirror, he chose to activate his real gaze, and the light streaks like the eye symbol of God Horus flickered in front of him.

He saw that the silhouette of Baihua's doppelganger had become extremely light, and that Kaisso's doppelganger had also stopped aiming—its form had become translucent, revealing the buildings behind it, and he had seen Kaissoe and Baihua cut in and out of the material world and the etheric realm frequently and at high speed.

Leaning on the black ice adorned the mage's robes, Kaisso fended off the vital attacks of weapons with real death crystals attached.

"Looks like he's smart,"

Timing Caissot's cut, Thomas fired a quick arrow, but one of the arrows still passed through the air.

Blossom's form had already begun to fall, and the axes and javelins thrown by the dwarven soldiers had no effect on Kaisso, only for Thomas to worry about injuring Blossom by mistake.

Kurgal wanted to slow down the downward trend of the flowers with his featherfall, but after thinking that he would fall into the mudflats anyway, he just wanted to give the cat some color, so he ignored it.

"Shall I remove the magic from it?" asked Kurgal.

"No, let me get close!" replied Sloring.

Facing Kurgal's inquiring gaze, Thomas nodded: "He's a mage killer, and he can break talisman spells as long as he gets close!"

With the blessing of various magic potions, Kaisso stacked his defenses to an extremely high level. However, it is necessary to detect the enemy's movements in advance to be able to drink so many potions.

It ran away from the ferocious cat and flew out the door. Outside the door, a large number of Winter Creatures poured in, throwing ice javelins where they could stand above or jumping down to fight the dwarves.

The Drow Assassin turned into a puff of black smoke and chased after Kessaud, rushing out the door. Then he saw the many buried ice armors, golems and shield guards waiting outside the door. Looking up at the giant monsters, Schalke realized that he had jumped into the trap.

The mage cast her spell again, and crystal rock salt grew from the surrounding stones, forming the shape of a staircase in the blink of an eye. Slorin, who had been secretly accelerated by the gnome's attack, roared wildly and took the lead in stepping on the stairs and rushing out.

"Wait for the big troops!" cried Thomas. Baihua had already crawled out of the quagmire and was frantically shaking her head beside him.

Hammerstone and his men fought the Winter Creatures, and Silverstream rushed out with a group of dwarves and nieces to support Slorin.

When Thomas and the others rushed out of the door, they saw the badly wounded Sloring, with his eyes closed reverently and his axe held high. The Drow Assassin had fallen to the ground, covered in ice and unknown of his life.

"Break it for me!" Slorin shouted in a non-standard Chinese accent.

He opened his eyes, and the axe made a smooth, eerie arc.

Kurgal relied on his arcane vision to see in surprise that where the dwarven heavy axe passed, the energy that made up the protective spells on Kaisso's body was cut off one by one. His blow ignored Kaisso's invisibility, ignored Kaisso's flash, ignored Kaisso's mirror doppelganger, and accurately hit the enemy.

The female mage couldn't help but take a breath: "This is the real mage killer?"

"It's a mysterious killer!" Thomas explained, explaining as he shot, "You can see it as a handsome hand, though not so exaggerated." When the hemp should be close to the anti-magic field or the demon Duncan has a big split?"

"I haven't seen the animation, so I don't know you guys very well!"

Seeing that Kaisso had some other protective spells on his body, Kull knew that it had low mana, and was ready to eat it by disarming the magic. The gnome secretly followed and cast a spell.

Under the mana of the two of them, Kaisso let out a miserable cry, and Kurgal saw that the spell on its body burst into bursts of beautiful sparks when it was disarmed.

"Can you still fight back when you disarm?" Kurgal thought, "This dwarf doesn't seem to be to be underestimated, and can use dissolving magic that I haven't learned." ”

Screaming repeatedly, Kaisso retreated in a panic and was hit by another axe.

Taking advantage of Slorin's old age, it pulled out the killer spell scroll that the kind red-robed Master Masantag had sold him at a high price.

The power of the spells sealed in the scrolls is often the lower limit of what can exist, and this spell is much weaker than the one cast by the high-level mage himself, but it is dangerous enough.

The dark energy of death blew from the Fallen Shadow Underworld, silent and eerie, far superior to the attacks of the ice element. A huge amount of negative energy was gathered in Kaisuo's hands, and it never dreamed that it could really be successful - even if it relied on other people's scrolls, there was really too much gap in mana.

"Die, die, die!" said Kaisso, with the undeserved ecstasy of undead creatures. The pervasive and irresistible energy of death, hazy and sharp, struck from his fingertips.

Thomas fired a few arrows, but he couldn't interfere with Kessot's performance.

This is one of the most well-known necromancy spells, or one that can be removed.

You can't escape or hide, you can only rely on your physical fitness to carry it, as long as you don't resist it, you will die.

And this is the ancient version, and those killed by it will become zombies.

"Finger of Death!"

Kurgal exclaimed, it was pretty much the spell she feared the most.

Then her expression froze, and Thomas remained calm.

"Eat my axe to break all ways!" Slorin still roared, and the heavy axe that was one with the other man's axe struck through the air, and the negative energy of the Death Finger was actually knocked back the way it came.

Afraid of any more twists and turns, Thomas, Baihua and others shot together and killed Kaisso.

"Well, the decapitation was successful. Then just withdraw and ......" Thomas had just smiled when he saw the sharp blade of ice in Winter's body flash. The cold light of the sword shone through Slorin's chest, and the dwarf turned and swung his axe before he died, intending to die with his enemies.