"Only obey Bane!" As the two priests chanted the holy name of the god of tyranny, two black rays of negative energy rushed straight towards the old priest, hitting the old priest's divine shield, the silver shield flickered, stubbornly not broken, the old priest chanted a spell in a low voice, the two Bann priests cooperated tacitly, one chanted the spell and prepared to cast a spell, and the other brandished a long sword and rushed towards the old priest to prepare for melee combat.

Link dodged a vial of fire glue that happened to fall, and watched in horror as the two hapless archers ran around in flames, spreading the flames around them to more of their companions, causing even more chaos.

Smelling the stench of burnt proteins scattered around him, Link was a little disgusted, and the fire glue that fell from the sky would explode when it broke on the ground, and the flames from the explosion would stain the human body with the splashing oil, violently scorching the flesh and skin of the person.

Seven or eight fireweavers fell into the spearmen's ranks, nearly breaking the ranks, and the one-eyed old Joe hurriedly organized the archers to shoot at the spider-eater knights, who began to move at high speed to dodge the arrows, and seized every opportunity to throw the fireweavers at all enemies.

Link and another reserve warrior cooperated to attack an elite soldier of the Santarin Society, the enemy was skillful and decisive, far from being able to deal with Link's half-man, fortunately, with the cooperation of his companions, he could also support it, but Link did not respond to the enemy with all his strength. Instead, he was distracted and focused on the situation on the battlefield, the form of the battlefield here is still in a stalemate, and the specific victory or defeat depends on the duel of high-end forces.

The old priest is also in a stalemate, and is fighting with a middle-aged Bane priest, the two, the bright magic wall of the two is shining in the sunlight, both sides are quickly comparing spell casting gestures, while carefully observing each other's movements, judging the other party's next move, the middle-aged priest is blessing himself with a buff type of divine art, he is keenly aware of the fact that the old priest is old and decrepit, and intends to play to his advantage through close combat.

The priest cast the spell quickly, while paying attention to the old priest's slightly slow spell casting action, the spell casting system of the tribal priest in the desert is slightly different from the orthodox priest, making it difficult for the middle-aged priest to identify the other party's divine magic, the middle-aged priest who noticed this was a little anxious, and at the same time seized the opportunity to check the situation of his companion.

The middle-aged priest watched his companion dodge the bite of the spirit desert lizard in embarrassment, and his steps shifted to the side in a vague manner, the spirit lizard chased after him, his body more than doubled, his eyes were blood-red, and he had obviously entered a state of rage through secret methods, and his companion had just stupidly fought with it.

"What a waste! I don't know how to deal with the enemy and take the opportunity to cast spells!" Glancing at his companion's limp and fractured right hand and embarrassed posture, the middle-aged priest snorted in his heart.

Unlike the middle-aged priests and old priests who were obviously engaged in a magical battle, the hand-to-hand fighting of the ancestral spirits and the young priests were more secure, and they could also be affected by ordinary soldiers.

Seeing that his companion was obviously unable to fight against the spirit lizard, the middle-aged priest was full of disdain, and secretly said in his heart, "Don't you even know how to retreat to your own soldiers and take the opportunity to cast a magic technique?"

"But luckily, our mages aren't stupid. The middle-aged priest glanced into the air and began to speed up the spell again.

Link watched as Zacia vainly commanded his surviving warriors to shoot heavy arrows into the sky, and the thorn-tailed lion tauntingly hovered in the air, letting out a piercing roar, the spikes on its tail already shot, and now he was looking at the embarrassed enemy on the ground with complacency, but its owner was nowhere to be found, only the muffled chant in the sky and the occasional fireball that appeared out of thin air to fly to the ground showed his presence.

Link's eyes lit up as Zacia was blown away by fireballs like a broken rag doll, charred hair and shattered leather armor flying in the air, and several warriors around him shot arrows into the sky in vain, "Where's Niata? Why didn't she show up!

The spell cast by the old priest on one side was neutralized by the middle-aged priest's death-proof enchantment, and the black rays disappeared at the same time as the silver circle of light around the middle-aged priest's body.

When the old priest took advantage of the middle-aged priest to perform the buff magic spell, he cast a flame strike spell on him, and a bright flame fell from the sky, enveloping the middle-aged priest, and the middle-aged priest was shrouded in flames, although he did not suffer much damage with the enchanted chain mail and many magic equipment on his body, but the divine energy spell he was preparing still failed to cast the spell.

Distracted, Link was nearly struck by a sword from an enemy in battle, but was spared thanks to the help of his companions who parried the enemy's sword. Link, who was in a cold sweat, was afraid, looking at his obviously annoyed companions around him, Link hurriedly and seriously faced the battle, but there was a cheer in his ears.

The priest of Bane, who was fighting with the ancestral spirit, finally gave up, and was inattentively pounced by the ancestral spirit, and then felt that his strength and sanity began to blur, and before he could make a move, he was bitten off by the ancestral spirit, and the ancestral spirit devoured the priest's flesh and blood, and the originally somewhat dull body began to solidify, and the red glow of his eyes became even stronger. From time to time, he glanced at the clansmen who cheered for him with fierce eyes, which was terrifying.

The middle-aged priest snorted and continued to cast the spell, preparing to cast the fifth-level divine art, the old priest glanced at the more and more condensed ancestral spirit, ignoring the middle-aged priest who was casting the spell, and walked towards the soldiers of the Santalin Society who were fighting fiercely while casting the spell, "The people of the tribe are scattered!" After the old priest finished casting the spell, he shouted while condensing the power of the divine magic.

The clansmen hurriedly retreated, and the yellow ball of light in the old priest's hand sank into the ground where the soldiers of the Santarin Society gathered, and before they could disperse, the ground exploded violently, and the sand and stones in the oasis land were scattered and exploded, knocking the soldiers of the Santarin Society to the ground, the fifth-level divine art earth blasting technique!

The middle-aged priest finished casting the spell, his whole body doubled, and when he saw the tragedy of his own soldiers, he rushed towards the old priest with a giant long sword, and the old priest made a gesture, and the condensed ancestral spirit rushed over.

The middle-aged priest finally understood why his companion was so unbearable in the face of this spirit, and fighting against this spirit would make his movements slower and slower, and his strength would gradually erod. The middle-aged priest tried to get out of the fight, but he was entangled in it.

The old priest cast spells on the side, spell spells, blight spells, and took out the spell materials to cast a lightning spell, the old priest looked at the priest who was more sluggish by the electricity, and cautiously looked at the Santarin Mage who was floating in the air after the high invisibility technique failed, ready to solve this priest.

The old priest looked at the originally empty corner in amazement, and the mage of the Santarin Society suddenly appeared, and then five heavy crossbow arrows shot out one after another, and the enchanted arrows easily penetrated the old priest's protective arrow spell and protective magic technique, and when the old priest fell to the ground, he caught a glimpse of the mage of the Santarin Society reloading the repeating heavy crossbow, and understood: "What is in the sky is an illusion." ”

The mage picked up the glowing statue with the mage's hand in confusion, and saw the clansmen charging towards this side, so he picked up the enchanted arrow and stabbed it into the statue, threw the broken statue on the ground, and re-performed the flying technique.

"Shoot!" Zacia commanded loudly, several precise arrows triggering the mage's protective spell, and the flying mage snorted and accurately threw a tube of fire glue at Zacia.

Link watched as the mages flew higher and higher out of the range of the bow and arrows, the middle-aged priest on the ground recovered cast the blight and insect swarm of the archers, the morale of the Santarin Society was boosted, the old priest was dead and dead on the ground, the ancestral spirit statue was stuck with arrows, Zasya wailed in the flames, and Nyata did not know where to go.

Link knocked the enemy down with the cooperation of his companions, touched the magic scroll in his arms, shook his head bitterly, and accidentally touched the Nessera stone sculpture he had obtained, gripped the stone sculpture, and shouted Professor Niata's Chromic Activation Spell: "Hope!"

Looking at the stone sculpture that emitted strong magic fluctuations and quickly grew larger, Link muttered to himself, "Come on, my hope." ”