This desperate thought flashed through Mihart's heart, and tears welled up in his eyes, and he shouted hysterically: "Father save me!"

Kenmore carried his shield, and had already blocked more than a dozen arrows from the archers, and saw that he had reached a distance of less than five paces from the archers, when he suddenly heard Mihart's cry of terror, and looked back, only to find that Dalanier was looking at everything that was happening in front of him with an unchanging face—the great axe of the robber warrior had been raised!

This damn Dalaniel!

Wasn't he a magician? It was because of his presence that he dared to go directly to the trouble of the short archer, and besides, he still signaled him with his eyes!

, what the hell is this Daraniel doing!

He can't be scared stupid, right?

"Dalaniel!" shouted Kenmore, rushing over in desperation.

Seeing the robber's giant axe slashing downward, Kenmore's face was gloomy, his eyes widened with anger, his pupils suddenly turned a faint silver, and a faint silver brilliance spread downward from the handle of the hammer in his hand, instantly enveloping the hammer!

The hallmark of an intermediate samurai - courage!

Kenmore let out a loud shout, and the mace in his hand suddenly burst out with a brilliant silver brilliance, with a long tail flame, flying towards the bandit!

However, the blade of the axe was less than an inch from Mihart's neck!

No matter how powerful Kenmore was, no matter how fast the mace moved, it would take at least a few seconds to hit the bandit warrior!

In despair, Kenmore fell to his knees and opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound.

Could it be that this child is going to die here today because of his recklessness?

He hated himself, hated himself for being too relieved of the kid who had never experienced a real battle!

He hated himself for believing in Dalaniel's strength too much, even if he was a magician, he only had one level, only one level!

At this moment of life and death, Dalaniel, who had been standing by and watching, finally made a move!

Dalaniel's expression froze, and with a gentle sigh, his right hand was raised slightly, and a mouthful and difficult spell flowed out of his mouth with an incomparably smooth flow.

The seemingly soft orange light bloomed in the palm of his hand, but there was already a huge deficit between the output of magical energy and the endurance of the human body - the heavily armored warrior only felt that there was an invisible air flow surging around his body, and then locked every joint of his body, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free!

Mihat struggled to crawl out from the robber's feet, turned over, and quickly retreated with his legs on the ground, but saw that the vicious robber just now actually stopped in place, the huge axe in his hand, and even maintained a downward posture, and the whole person looked as stiff as a stone sculpture!

Kenmore's mace thrown with his courage came in an instant, smashing into the robber's back, and the huge force even smashed the thick heavy armor on his body into depression, and the fierce courage and brilliance also spread domineeringly from the strike point to the robber's body, instantly destroying the tissues of his whole body and the organs in his body!

I heard the robber cry out in fear, and the red blood flowed out like a mountain stream!

This robber, what a strong perseverance!

I heard my father say that it wasn't long before he broke through the fourth level, and the courage on the mace was so fierce!

Didn't this Dalaniel say that he was a first-class magician?

But this bondage magic is at least an intermediate magic, right?

Mihat, who had come out of the fear of death, was secretly amazed and puzzled in his heart, but the next scene brought him even greater shock!

Dalaniel frowned, waved his hand lightly, and saw that the giant axe in the robber's hand suddenly came out of his hand, and the whole person was thrown far away by the invisible huge force, flying out of about thirty meters, and planted heavily on a rock!

With a bang, the rock shattered into pieces in an instant after being hit with a tremendous force! Look at the unfortunate robber, his face was badly distorted by pain, and blinding red blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, spreading rapidly down his cheeks, and finally crawling crookedly outward through the gap in his armor's neck.

Before he could snort in pain, he was killed on the spot!

The set of heavy iron armor on his body weighed dozens of pounds, to say the least? How could such a weight, combined with his weight, form a huge inertia after falling more than 20 meters?

It's just that with such a weight, how much magical energy does it take to throw more than thirty meters away!

Mihart's heart was so frightened that his head could barely think.

"Whew!"

Kenmore was just relieved to see Mihart escape, but he heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air, and his heart moved, and he reacted that the short archer took advantage of his distraction to attack again, but he couldn't dodge!

With a wave of his left hand, Dalaniel saw that the great axe that the robber warrior had used earlier had not yet landed, along with the mace that Kenmore had thrown, shot in the direction of the shortbowman!

The woman saw that the giant axe not only easily swept away the arrows fired from the sneak attack just now, but also struck her with the sound of the whirring wind, and suddenly flipped on her side, barely dodging. Looking back at the place where he was standing just now, the entire blade of the giant axe had been deeply embedded in the soil, and only a long axe handle was left pointing at the sky!

Is this the power of a first-class magician?!

This Dalaniel, absolutely quirky!

Mihart looked at Dalaniel in shock, thinking to himself, but his eyes couldn't help but overflow with admiration.

Seeing that his companion was weak, the opposing mage also joined the battle.

The mage in the robe rolled his lips, the incantation moved, he raised his hands high, and with a slight tremble, he saw a large white cold air above his head quickly gather together, and countless tiny ice crystals instantly condensed, turning into dozens of sharp ice picks, and shooting towards Dalaniel at the same time!

Unhurried, Dalaniel raised his right hand, and with just a tap in front of him, a transparent umbrella-like prism spread out in the air.

Those terrible ice picks hit the prism, causing a circle of ripples, and then immediately shattered into countless ice chips and disappeared.

Kenmore picked up his mace the moment the archer flipped to his side to dodge the great axe, stepped in front of her in a few steps, aimed it at her face, and smashed it through.

The short archer's pupils constricted, and he immediately did a backflip on the spot, and while dodging the fatal blow, he hooked his toes and hooked Kenmore's arms, pulling him to the ground and almost falling to the ground!

You damn stinky bitch, you're fast!

As a compliment to your speed, I'll pretend I'm almost pulled down by you.

However, just now, it was just a feint.

So, now, I don't have to be bold, see if you can take it!

Kenmore cursed in his heart, and just with the force of falling forward and down, he slammed the mace into his back!

The short archer hooked Kenmore's arm with his toes when he was flipping back, and when he landed, he was a little unsteady on his feet, and he stepped backwards, just barely stabilizing his center of gravity, but he felt a fierce murderous aura coming from behind, and looked back in a panic, only to see a hammer cut a semicircle from bottom to top, and the hammer head became larger from small to large, and smashed on his head with a "snap"!

Kenmore sneered, turned slowly, and saw the short archman holding his head and screaming, carrying the cold and deadly mace in his hand, and stepped forward and said, "There are two reasons to kill you. First, the enchanted leather armor on your body, and second, you are too weak to wear it. ”

The muffled thud of the skull freed Mirhat from his stupor, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be his father's mace striking the archer's head—another enemy had been disposed of.

He felt that he had to do something about it, so he used his hands and feet, got up in pain, picked up his short sword, and quietly approached the robber mage step by step.

Mihart was well aware that while mages could cast powerful spells, their ability to combat in close quarters was infinitely low.

Dalaniel easily dissolved the spell of the enemy magician, and like a cat playing with mice, he chuckled, "You still have any powerful magic, just use it, I, Dalaniel, will have a good time with you today." Hurry up, hurry up, or when that Duosaik warrior comes over in a while, even if you can cast a high-level forbidden spell magic, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!"

Do you look at me, do you look like someone who can perform high-level magic? If I knew one or two intermediate magic, maybe I would have knocked you down a long time ago, and where would I still be able to stand there and make mockery!

The robber mage knew in his heart that he was invincible to the cloth-clothed mage, and as he watched his two companions fall, he listened to Dalariel's teasing and realized that he was fighting against the water, so another spell was quickly recited, and more ice picks were quickly generated around him.

The corners of Dalaniel's mouth twitched slightly, and he keenly sensed that there was some imperceptible leakage of the other party's energy—a sign of spell instability. And the leakage of this kind of energy reached an exaggerated level when Mihart rushed towards the other party.

Mihart let out a low shout, raised his short sword, and slashed down without hesitation!

This sinister sword is aimed at the hands of the robber mage!

Hmph, without hands, I see how you can cast magic!

The mage exclaimed in surprise and quickly retracted his hands, but in a hurry, he stepped on the back of his robe and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

As if he was tired of playing his game, Dalanier snapped his fingers slightly, and the energy leaking out of the air immediately found a path to be consumed, and the raging flames instantly enveloped the robber mage!

The mage's earlier body protection spell finally worked, and the flames burned the bark-like solids to shriveled and blackened without causing any of the expected damage to the mage.

Seeing this, Mihat raised his sword again, and slashed at the mage's back, only to hear the bark of the protective tree crack with a "snap", and immediately fell off the robber's body layer by layer.

The flames finally licked the flesh of the enemy as they wished.

The robber magician was burned to the ground and fell to the ground, rolling desperately.

A vial of alchemical potion glowing green rolled out of his robes.

Dalanier bent down to pick up the potion, twisted the lid open and sniffed it to the tip of his nose, a look of relief on his face, and looked up to drink the entire potion.

"Well, the three medicinal herbs of Shelf Bay grapes, grass seeds, and swamp fungus pods are mixed in a ratio of 2, 3, and 5, and they don't even need to be purified. Although the quality is inferior, it can replenish a little magical energy. ”

Mihat breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground, the dagger falling from his hand, piercing the earth, and falling to the ground due to the unsteady center of gravity.

Alchemy can be said to be the most standardized form of "magic".

By separating and mixing alchemy materials, the magician separates and mixes the magical energy contained in it, and finally obtains the magical effect that the alchemist wants.

The effect of alchemical potions is only related to two factors, first, of course, it is the alchemy materials used by alchemists, including the purity of the materials themselves, and the compatibility and repulsion between various materials. The second is the alchemist's control of the temperature of the flame when heating the potion during the mixing or distillation of alchemical materials.

Mihart looked at the alchemical potion that slowly flowed into Daraniel's throat, and thought to himself that the robber mage must have prepared it before, and then carried it with him, so that he could quickly replenish the consumed magical energy in battle.

Father smashed his bloody mace into the mage's burning skull, stopping his screams and pain.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

Not far away, the robber archer lay motionless on the ground, the dented wound on his skull spurting blood,* like a dull white misshapen palm, reaching out to him from the crack.

There was another rush of blood in Mihart's chest, and he vomited on his side.

Kenmore helped Mihart to his feet, tore a rag from under the saddle, wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, and hugged him tightly.

Dalanier tossed the empty bottle aside, patted Kenmore on the shoulder, walked over to the body of the robber archer, and stripped her of her leather armor.

A faint milky glow streamed from his leather armor, and he turned his head to hear the sobbing of a teenager coming from Kenmore's arm.

"Why is this road so difficult! I have been driving the carriage for so many years, and I have never met a robber who comes to the door on his own. Pity this child, even the bones of a troll should be broken at that moment, it is a two-handed giant axe! Dalanier said, and walked over and patted Mirhat on the back, and continued:

"The leather armor on this archer is good, with saber-toothed tiger skin, and an enchantment that increases perception and speed. I don't know where these people got it from. Judging from the color and effect, the enchanter should have a medium to low level of enchantment, consuming a medium-quality soul stone.

"The effect of the above enchantment will not be significantly reduced for three years, and after three years, it will not be certain. Unfortunately, at the level of this enchanter, it is not possible to recharge the enchantment of this leather armor with a soul stone. That is, the shelf life is only three years. The woman's mold, this child wears almost just right. With that, he shoved the leather armor into Kenmore's hand.

Kenmore glanced at Dalarnier with some dissatisfaction, let go of his embrace, and bent down to examine the young man's tear-stained face.

There was almost no expression on the face he had seen since he was a child, but there was a kind of ruthlessness hidden in the calm, which was difficult to show in ordinary times, although it was still shrouded in the child's peculiar immaturity and fragility.

Kenmore sighed, handed the leather armor in his hand to Mihart, and said, "Okay, okay, you're doing a great job!

That's all there is to it.

Mihart took the leather armor, but nearly dropped it to the ground. Sharp pain came from his left arm, which had been hit by a strong blow, and he inhaled heavily, as if there was something invisible in the air that could ease his pain.

Looking at the black charred corpse not far away, Mihart only felt dizzy, and in an instant all his strength was withdrawn from his body, and the fishy sweet liquid in his chest seemed to be about to break through the cage.

Enchantment is the use of the energy of a soul imprisoned in a gem or soul stone to add magical properties to ordinary objects.

The difference between the logic of enchantment and real magic is that the enchanter's own magical strength has less effect on enchantment than other spells.

Enchantment is probably the closest thing to standardization of all the magic in existence, with the exception of alchemy.

The biggest problem with enchantment is the scarcity and uncertainty of raw materials. The crafting of soul stones can only be done through magic, and the magic strength of the mage determines the quality of the soul stones, so the enchantment process cannot be standardized.

In a trance, Mihat heard his father ask, "Master Daraniel, can you cast healing magic?"

There was no answer.

Mishart turned his face to the side, imagining Dalaniel shaking his head, and couldn't help but purse his lips and frown.

"Mage Daraniel, are you really a first-class magician?"