As the two swirling vortices of mana began to balance and stabilize, the seven elementals began to appear around Lear.

Feeling that such a thing did not exist for him, and when he opened and closed his eyes, countless elemental powers lingered around him.

He is like an elemental emperor with three thousand harems, as long as his body can accommodate it, the seven-series elves will line up and wait for him to be lucky.

It was only at this time that Lear would be grateful for the body that Yasha had chosen for him.

The light and darkness systems are not needed for the time being, and he does not plan to explore the deeper magical world until the fifth-level magic guild of Spartacus is established.

The spirit system doesn't seem to be of much use, as far as the two spells related to the spirit system he currently master, demagoguery is not very useful, and the blindness can achieve the same effect by using the fire element.

If you barely store the spirit element, you may be able to increase the power of the spell, but the enhancement is limited.

In the end, Lear decided to store the wind and fire first, so that the four magic and intelligence would be complete, and the rest would be talked about later.

He carefully expelled the light and darkness and spiritual elements around him, and then let go of the two magic vortices.

This is a gradual process, because there is not harmony between the elements, such as water and fire.

He needs to carefully pull them into the magic vortex and follow a fixed trajectory so that they don't collide with each other and cause war.

And as the types of elements contained in his magic vortex increased more and more, it was impossible to deliberately suppress the level by forcibly suppressing the expansion of the magic vortex like this one.

After a while, the red, white, green, and blue, four magical elements each occupied a square in the magic vortex, and they operated in an orderly manner.

There is a clear distinction between the two sides and no interference with each other.

Lear even waited patiently for a while, but the Faceless One he had expected did not appear.

You must know that last time was at the critical moment of his promotion, those despicable Deadpools broke in for no reason, if it weren't for his unusually stable control of the spiritual world, it was likely to be quite harmed.

However, Lear does not care about this, what should come will always come, his feud with Tanatos has long been settled, and now the other party may be afraid of Asha's divine might, and when his footsteps leave Spartacus, there will be a battle between him and this fake Grim Reaper.

So, it's time to get a red robe to wear.

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Bright red blood flowed down Taria's forehead, dripping onto the heavy armor of the horse beneath him, and then slid down the horse's belly to the ground, and blossomed into brilliant flowers of death on the blades of grass and fields.

Yes, death.

As the head of the most famous Holy Knights of Erathia, and an excellent general who climbed from the bottom to her current position with her merits, she is many times stronger than those nobles who will only lie on the merit book and wait for death.

But so what, corpses were lying all over the plain like camellia, and her former comrades-in-arms and companions were now blinding each other, as if scolding her for her incompetence.

The glory and confidence that had been filling her heart shattered completely, after she met the man in front of her and the thousands of lichs and ghosts behind him.

Talia couldn't understand why such a terrifying army of undead had suddenly appeared on this continent where necromancers were like street rats, and they were all lichs, not skeletons and plague zombies.

Three hundred cavalry, one thousand pikemen, and three hundred griffons, unable to support even a single charge under the cloud of death that obscured the heavens, countless warriors shouted "Long live Erathia!" and fell in the path of the charge, and the dry bones of griffons fell like rain in the sky.

If she hadn't relied on the rich experience and fighting spirit she had accumulated in the war with the forest elves, I am afraid that she would have already become one of those corpses on the ground.

But that was the end of it, Taria closed her eyes in despair, unwilling tears mixed with blood melted into two humiliating scars on her cheeks, she couldn't watch the corpses of her former comrades decompose rapidly, and two green lights slowly lit up in the sunken eye bones.

Corpses staggered to their feet, flesh and meridians peeling off their faces and bodies, they dismantled their horses and even their own bones, and raised their scepters in their hands like the evil wizard.

Lich.

This is the most utter blasphemy against the warrior Ardis and the most vicious humiliation of the warrior's soul.

"I will never forgive you!" the female knight pulled down her visor, and in the setting sun, a war horse carrying the last glory of the knight of Erathia, alone and desperately charged towards the thousands of undead.

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In the Tulaone Forest, in the hall of the Lucky City Council, a fierce quarrel is going on.

In the two years of confrontation with the Erathians, not only was the Castle of Clouds built in Hammondale, but at the behest of the Forest Congress, the golden dragon finally appeared above the Lucky City.

In the past two years, although the two sides have engaged in numerous skirmishes over the competition for resources and attacks on logistics teams, the siege battle as grand as it was at the beginning has never been staged again.

The two sides seem to have tacitly controlled the war situation at a relatively safe level, so the council of Lucky City has not been so lively for a long time.

"Smack!" the thick oval table was slammed, and the tea in the cup in front of the palm of the hand rippled violently, and then poured down towards the teacup next to it.

"This is a blasphemy against Lady Luck! It is a blasphemy against Lady Luck! Do you know what you are talking about now? Goddess is above! You would allow those ugly spirits to defile the Pure Land of Lady Luck!"

Everyfretin stood on top of the chair and pointed directly at a patrol general wearing a green narrow-brimmed hat opposite him with his stubby fingers, and his crimson beard trembled violently along with his chest, which showed that he was really angry.

After two years, he is no longer the deputy speaker of the small town of Hot Spring City, but because of his outstanding performance in the war, he was promoted by the Forest Congress as one of the vice chairmen of Lucky City.

In the face of Eufritin's accusation, Lloyd pursed his lips disdainfully, but did not immediately refute it, because he knew that neither he nor Everettin were decision-makers, he only had to put forward his own opinions, and the final result would naturally be decided.

To be honest, he can understand Eufritin's mood very well, U Reading Books .net Some time ago, Kronis, who was injured at the hands of the necromancer and escaped back to a coma so far, is a good friend of the dwarves, but this is war, and personal emotional likes and dislikes should not be a factor that interferes with strategic decisions.

Even if the necromancer led the men to dig up the burial ground where the elves were sleeping and killed and wounded their own warriors, they were now attacking the Erathians of Hammondal, and he always insisted on his opinion, and all hatred was until the necromancer and the Erathians were decided.

At that time, no matter which side wins, it will definitely be a great injury, and at that time, the forest warriors will carry the power of the golden dragon and the momentum of waiting for work, whether it is to recover Hammondale to teach the Erathians, or to kill the necromancer to avenge their companions, is it not as simple as hand-to-hand capture?

A true strategist is not limited to immediate gains and losses, but to obtain the maximum benefit at the lowest possible cost, and Lloyd always remembered what his teacher said to him when he left Eri, and adopted this as his own motto in life.

"Please exercise restraint, Mr. Everitin. With the Supreme Leader keeping silent with his hands crossed and his forehead propped up, the bald Elago had to come out to make a round, to be honest, he intellectually agreed with Lloyd's suggestion, and it was of course the best choice for Lucky City to take advantage of the fisherman, but he also understood Eufritin's anger.

After all, emotionally speaking, the warriors who have been sleeping for a long time have been turned into lichs and ghosts, and they are still driven back to the battlefield by hundreds of years of enemies, even if they are also enemies, but it is really difficult to accept a little.

In the teachings of Lady Luck, disturbing sleep and manipulating death are extremely blasphemous.

"Sit down. Just as the atmosphere began to slide toward an increasingly serious confrontation, Alisha finally spoke.

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