"Good! good! good Dalaniel!" "Soldak had seen a series of spells from Daraniel, and he already knew the mystery, and understood that when he cast a spell and snooped before, the other party deliberately said something like that, so that he could underestimate the enemy.

How could I be deceived by this clever insect carving trick!

Saldak laughed angrily, and raised his hand in mid-air to chant a spell, dozens of looming black silk threads flew out of his palms, winding towards Dalaniel with the momentum of a crouching dragon.

Dalaniel's eyes widened, and the golden light flashed, and he instantly moved back a few dozen meters.

"It seems that Your Excellency really wants to spare the villain's life today. Dalaniel cried out in his heart, but he did not slack off in the movement of his hands, he opened his arms and spun in a circle.

In the blink of an eye, his entire body had turned into dozens of sparrows of different colors, they fluttered their wings, and in an instant, they scattered and fled with a "hula", without a trace!

The black silk thread released by Saldaq seemed to be self-conscious, and he hesitated in the air for a second, and then let out a scream of extreme indignation and piercing!

Even after a distance of nearly a few hundred meters, Mihart couldn't help but cover his ears with his strength, trying to block the penetration of sound with his palm, but it was useless!

This strange sound not only stung his eardrums, but also pierced a needle in the depths of his mind, making people's skulls almost burst!

What kind of weird magic is this!

"Ah......h

Kenmore frowned, only feeling a slight pain in the depths of his mind, looking at the boy who was kneeling down with his head tightly in his arms, Kenmore immediately squatted down and hugged him, wanting to provide him with a little protection, even if it was just a feeling of being protected.

Although the Duosaiks possess the ability to resist magic, this valuable ability is increasing with each passing day. Mihart was only fifteen years old, and in the face of the advanced magic of a sixth-level magician, the resistance in his blood was better than nothing.

But suddenly, Michart stopped screaming, and his pain was relieved.

Mishart slowly opened his eyes and found himself and his father wrapped in a transparent prism, and the terrifying sound waves caused ripples on the surface of the prism.

"Master Dalaniel, where are you?Master Dalaniel!" Mihatt knew that it was Dalaniel who came to his rescue again, but he was nowhere to be seen, and shouted excitedly.

Mage Daraniel's form gradually appeared in the prism, and he knelt on the ground, his hands raised flat, pure energy surging in his palms.

Saldak looked down at the three of Dalanier from a distance, and snorted coldly, and the dozen or so black silk threads suddenly split, more than double the number, and rushed towards the three people in the barrier, quickly winding around the barrier, constantly wandering and rubbing, trying to find the slightest flaw that could be used.

Mikhat felt a dull ache in the back of his head again, and he lowered his head, his heart filled with fear.

Daraniel struggled to support the defensive barrier, and the magical energy in his body was running out, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. This time, he didn't dare to have the slightest reservation about his strength.

But the silver light refracted from the surface of the barrier inevitably dimmed under the onslaught of the high-level forbidden magic, and then it emitted an unsettling "buzzing" sound—a precursor to an imminent burst.

Two powerful magicians, two completely different energies, desperately compete for every ray of light on the enchantment!

"Carissa, stop watching the show, I can't hold it anymore!" Dalaniel gasped and shouted at the sky.

He's betting!

However, he was right.

The glorious sun in the sky has been quietly covered by dark clouds.

The rolling clouds were like a fierce and hungry dragon, devouring the sunlight at an unimaginable speed, and in a few seconds, the dragon's body pressed close to the ground, and a few traces of lightning flashed faintly in the bloody mouth!

Soldaq also noticed the drastic change in the sky, however, it was already too late.

A huge lightning bolt pierced the thick clouds, becoming the most dazzling point between heaven and earth! This sharp lightning bolt involuntarily slashed directly towards Soldaq in mid-air, and the thunder roared, as if the sky was torn to pieces!

Saldak was startled, his fingers darling and pointing, and silver beams of light flowed from his fingertips, forming a sphere that enveloped his entire body. But how fast the lightning was! He was struck by the great lightning.

With a "bang", the barrier broke, and the lightning was swept away by half a meter, splitting on a rock!

Being able to cast defensive magic in such a short period of time, whether it is the control of spells or the speed at which they can cast spells, Soldak is only superior to some mages of the same level.

But Master Soldak had no chance of enjoying anyone's praise - he flew far upside down like a bird in an arrow, and fell headlong to the ground.

The black silk thread lost its energy support due to the defeat of its master and dissipated out of thin air.

Dalaniel laughed out loud like a six-year-old child, and he withdrew the enchantment spell with his hand, but sat there with a complacent expression on his face.

Marveling at the power of the lightning and Dalaniel's reaction, Mihart looked at the ground where the rock was located, and a pit of earth with a diameter of about three meters had appeared, and the rock had cracked into black scum mixed in the dirt!

The electricity was still flowing in the dirt pit, but a figure slowly walked out of it.

He was dressed in a crimson robe, and was adorned with a dozen or so magical gems of different colors and sizes from the hem to the waist.

The man waved his hand, and the clouds in the sky dispersed.

The half-way magician wore no hood, his long bright red hair dancing in the wind like a dancing flame.

It was a woman, with a delicate face tinged with a white hue peculiar to nobility, but with strange red runes painted on it.

The sorceress looked at the three Dalaniels, chuckled, and looked over to where Saldak had fallen.

Saldaq staggered to his feet, his gray robes covered in mud and his hood pitch black. He took two steps forward, almost fell, and suddenly clutched his chest, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth.

The female magician sneered, raised her eyebrows, and shouted: "Where are you from! Dare to come to Baiman's territory to spread wild?

Saldak's body, which had just stood firm, trembled violently, as if he was about to say something.

But he lost his last chance after all.

Although Soldak's enchantment spell swept away the lightning, but after all, it still failed to completely dissolve the opponent's spell, coupled with the recoil force formed when the enchantment broke, falling to the ground from a height of nearly ten meters, even a warrior with a strong physique would not feel good, let alone a magician with a weak physique who is pampered? If it weren't for the slow dissipation of the enchantment, he would have ended up with the previous bandit warrior by now!

Soldack's heart was full of blood and blood again, and he forcibly suppressed it with magic power, and when he looked up, he saw the last scene in his life.

The red-robed red-haired female magician chanted a spell in a low voice, and as soon as her right hand was raised, the entire Yin Wind Basin seemed to have lost its color against the backdrop of this red light, and a fireball bigger than a carriage shot towards her like a meteorite!

"Boom !!"

The loud explosion crashed into the Nukas Mountains and bounced back, echoing across the field for a long time.

Within twenty meters of where Saldak was standing, there was already a monstrous sea of fire, and the raging flames formed a huge flame vortex with Carissa's five fingers! This furnace-like vortex swirled faster and faster with Saldak's heart-rending screams, shrinking smaller and smaller, and finally soaring into the sky, only to see a charred skeleton with ashes and black smoke falling from the sky, "popping" to the ground, and turning into powder!

No matter how skillful Soldaq is at using enchantment, it is now that the Holy Spirit apparition cannot save him!

“......”

Mikhat was already dumbfounded! He looked into the eyes of the sorceress as if he were looking up at a god!

The strength of this female magician is obviously far superior to that of Dalaniel, and with just a face-to-face effort, she easily and happily sanctioned the sixth-level mage Soldaq, who was on an equal footing with Dalaniel!

Hmph, this Daraniel mage, in the face of the skeleton army of sixth-level magicians, is not afraid at all, and is comfortable with the enemy's spells, if it weren't for the danger he was in and dragged him back, maybe he really had the strength to fight with Soldark.

With such strength, is it just a fourth-level magician?

I'm afraid it's much more than that!

Mihart sneered as he saw Dalaniel start laughing and clapping.

The sorceress beckoned to the swarthy powder, and a ring encrusted with gems tucked into her wide sleeve.

Her gaze slowly drifted over, her lips rolled slightly, and her whole body was suddenly enveloped in flames from head to toe, and began to burn violently!

At the same time, a dead tree beside Mihart also suddenly burst into flames, and as the flame disappeared a hundred meters away, the figure of the female magician also appeared in the ashes of the dead tree.

Kenmore glanced at Mihart, walked to the female magician, owed his body, and performed the standard etiquette of a commoner to a nobleman, and said: "Kenmore Amon, the baron of Winter City, and the dog Mihart Amon, see Lord Secret Fire, the chief mage of the White Manling Collar Court!"

Mihart was shocked again, court magician?!

Court mages are also a type of mage, and although they are powerful, unlike ordinary mages, they do not travel from place to place, instead, they stay in the capitals of the major territories and conduct mysterious magical research.

All they need to do is make a list of the magic materials they need for their experiments and hand them over to the finance department, which will purchase them as quickly as possible and provide them free of charge unconditionally!

Of course, rights and duties have always been mutually reinforcing—court magicians are loyal to their lords and are tasked with protecting their realms and their subjects.

And the chief magician of the palace is even more transcendental, as long as the person who has won the title of the chief mage of the palace in history, no one is weak!

Not only do they have the status of magicians recognized by the Magic Guild, but they also have the status of nobility bestowed by the lord. Most importantly, the chief magician of the court has a seat in the territorial council, which means that he can directly intervene in politics!

When making major decisions, the chief magician of the court in some territories even has a veto power!

At this moment, the chief magician of the court of Baiman City was standing in front of him, how dare Mihat slack off, he hurriedly stepped forward, and was about to salute, but the female magician grinned, grabbed his elbows first, and said to Kenmore: "Kenmore, you and I are old acquaintances, you don't have to be formal, just call your name." ”

Then he looked down at the young man who was halfway through the salute, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he praised: "Well, yes, yes, the child of the Amon family, he really has an extraordinary bearing, a handsome appearance, and is born to be a good material for martial arts......"

Before Mihart could think of how to respond to the court magician's story, she looked at Dalaniel again and asked faintly, "What's the matter? Is it that such a necromancer whose strength can barely reach the eye is already too much for you to deal with? Or are you traveling all over the world, and your strength has fallen instead of rising?"

After all, Dalaniel's skills are not as good as others, and he doesn't mind Kalisa's teasing, and said with a smile: "Kalisa, it's not that you don't know my poor strength! Just such a necromancer whose strength can barely enter your eyes has let me hide for three months, or thank you for your help, two tricks will solve the trouble for the villain!"

"Alright, alright, Dalaniel, you don't have to flamm, you don't flamboy...... His enchantment spell was cast in time, otherwise it would ......" Karissa Secret Fire said mid-sentence, but laughed again.

"What would have happened?" Mikhat, in the shock of the magicians' powerful magic, had been so uncalm for a long time that he blurted out without any honorific title.

Kenmore coughed under his breath, and Mikhat realized his faux pas, and lowered his head, anxiously awaiting the mage's harsh reprimand.

Karissa Secret Fire smiled slightly, and replied lightly: "If his enchantment technique was a little later than half a second, the lightning spell I used when I appeared could directly kill him." ”

The hearts of the three of them were shocked, as if they had been hit by a group of petrification spells.

Seeing that the three of them were silent, Carissa glanced at Dalaniel and laughed again: "Now that the trouble is solved, it's time to hit the road." Presumably, the three of them must have something important to do when they come to Baiman City, and it is not a way to spend it in this wilderness, so let's make plans after entering the city. ”