The giant sword swung horizontally, and the stranger's body disappeared in half, just an illusion, and at the same moment, the entire row of mages stood up, illusion!

"Smack!" the flower tea spilled, the floor was covered with purple sè liquid, and the red slime was mixed in it, and a white hair slowly floated down in the bloody air.

"No!" Tarrant screamed in despair, and the dragon emblem sword body erupted with a wave of tenacity.

"Dragon-patterned paladin?" the illusions teased together, "I've been deceived, but it's okay, the game continues." ”

"Why?" the rage made Tarrant's voice tremble, and his strength and perception continued to increase.

"It's me who should be asked, why should I stop the progress of society!" the stranger raised his hand, "Wouldn't it be better to wait calmly?"

"Your purpose is to destroy Miè!" Tarrant kicked the table between the two of them, and he was about to tear him to shreds!

"Hahaha, how much is there to keep? ”

There was footsteps on the stairs, and a waitress walked downstairs, the sticky substance on the floor that made her stand in astonishment.

"Get out of the way!" Tarrant swung his greatsword and galloped towards the maid, with only a glimmer of hope.

"Disappear together", the illusions pointed at her at the same time, and several magic missiles flew from one of their fingers.

The waitress did not scream before she died, her face was hit by two missiles, and the blood was painted on the wall in an oval ring.

"Damn brute!" the trajectory of the missile has revealed the mage's location, the guy closest to the stairs!

The stone shield climbed up from the stranger's feet, and for a moment the heavy stone armor surrounded the caster.

The greatsword pierced the stone shield. Cracks spread from the point of contact in all directions, and low-level protective magic could only serve as a faint obstacle, and the mage cast his spell with a concentrated concentration, underestimating Tarrant's weapon. Magic extracts energy from the air.

In the second blow, the dragon emblem left a clear diagonal scratch on the stone shield, the entire piece of protection shattered, and the dragon emblem of Endeavor was pressed against the mage's chest, "Go to hell!" Tarrant took a step without the slightest mercy.

The tip of the sword didn't pierce the robes, and the mage's powerful ability to chant kept him singing, and a fine array of icicles condensed in the air. With the pointing of the index finger, the ice pick whistles out like an arrow.

The cold attack forced Tarrant to quickly retreat to resist, and only the Sword Mirror could defend against such a frequency, and Tarrant failed. Stabbed in the arms and legs, frost formed on civilian clothes, ice sealed the wounds, and the plummeting temperature caused Tarrant's gasp to exhale white mist.

"Obviously, you will be the first to go to hell. My hero", the mage rubbed the chest that had just been stabbed, slightly bruised.

It was completely unexpected that the crude robe could withstand the attack of the four-star dragon emblem. The old wounds on Tarrant's body burst through with fierce resistance, and Ten Fingers almost lost consciousness. He hung his head, damn it! He couldn't fall!

Magic missiles fly out. His arms trembled a little, the pain they caused was negligible, and Tarrant remained standing.

"It's unbelievable that you're so vulnerable without the protection of armor, what's the difference between you and those two pieces of waste", the mage walked towards the stairs, "I'm starting to doubt the legends about you. ”

"Hmph—" Tarrant's back froze, "I should cut off your head." ”

"Tut-tut!" the mage stepped up the stairs, his nose pressed against the wall, sniffing blood like a dog, "the loser's forte is regret. She's dying very artistically, look at these, it's like a red cloud at sunset", he turned his head suddenly, "Francesco was defeated by you like this?"

Tarrant secretly moved his finger, "Francisco?"

"You didn't even remember his name?!" the mage raised his hand, full of anger, "This is the greatest insult to a genius mage!

Tarrant closed his eyes, his frozen body gradually recovering in the hot blood, "I don't know the name. ”

"You went to his castle, took his research and ruined all his work, and you didn't even remember his name, bedbug!" the mage strode in front of Tarrant, "No shameless bastard!"

Another neurotic mage, Tarrant clenched the hilt of his sword, the distance was enough, and two equally angry eyes met, "His name is Jim, and he is an idiot with no one, and countless villagers have died because of his existence!"

"Hehehe", the mage raised his hand, "he is the only person I admire, the great one who has transcended time, put the incredible truth before us, with you, your brains, it is impossible to understand a single word he said!" "The index finger moved to Tarrant's forehead, "Finally, apologize to Francesco." ”

Tarrant struggled to smile, "Goodbye," and the dragon emblem roared with a backhand.

The filthy head was thrown into the air, columns of blood spurted from the neck wound, and the mage's body temperature melted into Tarrant's wound, "poof", and the body fell to the ground, covering Stewart.

"Jim should go to hell with you!" Tarrant half-knelt down, the ice of the wound melted and the blood soaked his civilian clothes, he picked up a gray hair, "Stewart ...... his last relative, he didn't do anything for Stewart, it's too late!"

All the memories of this elder came to mind, his smile, his steak, his anxious appearance, his posture of taking care of the flowers and leaves, more and more concrete, almost suffocating!

"Hehehehe", disgusting laughter.

Hallucinations?Tarrant opened his eyes blankly, the head in front of him could no longer make a sound, and there was only surprise in his expression at the surprise attack.

"It's really touching," the voice was in the background.

Tarrant turned around sluggishly, and the mage snapped his fingers, "Feelings are the eternal weakness of human beings, Francesco's achievements can make up for this weakness, let physiology control the mind, if it weren't for aging, not that damn parchment, no one could beat him!"

...... Is it doppelganger...... With that snap of the fingers, the body on the ground dissolved into the air, and was it just a summon......

Tarrant hugged the hilt of the dragon emblem and swayed to his feet.

"Then the ancient wizard will have a rule, we will not torture animals that are not combative, how will the next game go?" The mage squinted at the oil can, "You're shivering from the cold, how about keeping warm?" The flaming arrow jumped towards the oil can.

"Boom!"

The power of destroying Miè exploded at the instigation, various fragments flew in the air, the red Sè image was cast on every item, Tarrant was swept to the ground by the air current, his head ached, and the dragon emblem was thrown out of the window after flying a few times.

"The battle with the foresight ending is boring, and it adds a bit of suspense to me", the mage stopped at the door, "You have a girlfriend that I was lucky enough to meet once, and the smile is beautiful and likable." ”

The sensitive words opened Tarrant's eyes, and the flames spread throughout the house, and he could no longer see the back of the doorway under the black smoke.

"I'd love to hear what she thinks about spells, I hope we'll see each other again", a ring of energy condensation, teleportation, "remember my name—Graydon, an admirer of France. ”

There was only the sound of the blackened floor in his ears, Tarrant tried to stand up, the oil basin on the top of the hall burst out of the fireball like a salute, civilian clothes were ignited, Tarrant fell to the ground, and every qiē in the room was towards the end of fate, people, things, memories, and glory. (To be continued......)

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