"Be careful, everyone. At the same time as Isis pulled out a scroll, several elven mages who sensed the magic fluctuations shouted loudly, although they didn't know what kind of scroll it was, but the huge and strange magic fluctuations were no worse than the hellfire just now. "Shoot that magician down, everybody. ”

This shout focused everyone's attention, and the hundreds of archers around him immediately aimed at Isis, and the thieves who were in charge of defense around him tightened their grip on the large shield in their hands and shrank their whole bodies back, not daring to show a single hair. The six large shields immediately formed an impermeable ring wall, which enclosed Isis firmly inside.

Unfortunately, there were no arrows on their shields, and the elves were not in the habit of shooting shields. This kind of shield against cavalry and archers is indeed large enough to be regarded as a door panel, but the difference from the door panel is that it is not a whole cuboid, in order to facilitate the charge of the cavalry underground, it is shrunk into a triangular tip at the bottom of the line. There's no way to put this switch together.

The six thieves let out a scream like a pig. There were no injuries on their bodies, but their feet were full of arrows.

The six thieves immediately fell to the ground in a scream. It's not that their willpower is not strong enough, it's that their feet have completely lost their ability to stand, and the muscles inside have been cut alive by the arrows. As long as they could aim, the elven archers would shoot at the place where my ribs were connected.

Along with him fell to the ground was Isis, and a dozen arrows were stuck in his feet. Fortunately, there were a few thieves in front of me. Didn't just scrap him.

As he fell, the long scroll in Isis's hand opened.

The reels are glowing. A tidal wave of mana poured out from between the scrolls and permeated the air around them. Then there was a bang, and the whole scroll was reduced to a sky full of debris. Everyone can feel a wave of ripples brushing over their body and face. Many thieves and elves crouched down with their heads in their hands, waiting for the expected explosion or other terrifying effects of the scroll.

But there was nothing, no explosion, not even a single light or other sound. This scroll gives the battle a brief pause in surprise.

The elven archer immediately continued to shoot with his bow, and in an instant, dozens of feathered arrows came out of the string. But the arrows, which were supposed to break through the air, were now like fluttering pieces of paper, flying limply out of the air for some distance before they were carried headlong.

The elves froze, and immediately someone shot another arrow. But the arrow from the string was still so slow that it couldn't fly far before it fell immediately. The elves scrambled to check their bows and arrows, which were still as tight as new and the arrows intact. I can't seem to find any problems anywhere, but all the arrows can't shoot far.

The Massachusetts-sized wasps, which were flying in the air and making the thieves cry wolf, suddenly fell down one by one. The wings of these wasps are still flapping, but no matter how they fan, they can't support their bodies. In the blink of an eye, apart from the few unicorns that rushed into the group of thieves and the poisonous insects summoned by the elven mages on the ground, there was hardly anything that could cause harm to the thieves.

"The art of magic......" Isis fell to the ground. Although there were still more than a dozen arrows stuck in his calf, his face was sweating in pain, and his facial features were distorted, but he couldn't help moaning. However, his voice sounded strange under the effect of the magic, like a ball of cotton stuck in his throat.

This is an original magic that does not exist in the air magic system. This large air magic is so wide that almost no magic can reach it, and the effect of this magic is also unique, it has no lethal power. It doesn't even have any effect on anyone or anything, the only thing that does is the air.

He didn't know exactly how it affected the air, and he didn't even know why the air had such a substance. He only knew from the description of the scroll and the feeling of magic fluctuations that the faster the air around the ground moved after using this scroll, the greater the resistance and stickiness it would experience, which meant that all ranged attacks within the range of this magic would be ineffective.

Hilica's face was not as intoxicated as that of Isis. From the moment he got these scrolls, his calculations were constantly changing, but no matter what. All the changes were raids with scrolls, but later events caused him to change his plans. The arrogance shown by the man made him unbearable, so he decided to let the elves go alone first, and then take advantage of the situation from the other side, and use the scroll to wipe out the assembled elves, but I don't know why the elves didn't seem to be attracted by the battle over there, and the sneak attack he planned turned into the following encounter. And the elves' combat power and reflexes have completely made him give up his intention to fully occupy Turalion, and the point is, he has to use the scroll here.

This scroll was his real trump card, and it was the basis for planning to capture Turalone. Even if the offense is not good, it is enough to get out. But to use it so early, so quickly, it means that his action should also come to an end. Needless to say, looking for something to confess to the client, even the original plan to kill the fisherman and kill the man had to be abandoned.

The elves did not panic. At this time, there were already twenty or thirty elven mages gathered around the thieves. The elven mages chanted incantations intently. The grass on the ground grew wildly, and in an instant it turned into a thorny vine and strangled a thief to death.

Those poisonous insects that emerge from the trees in the grass are more numerous and larger. And these little things are more active with the increase in the number of mage spells and the number of earth elf mages, and the sight of the thieves is like seeing the food they haven't seen in decades. A weird squeak of excitement.

The thieves have been very careful about these poisonous insects, which seem to be extremely dangerous, and do not dare to be bitten anyway, but they are immediately overwhelmed. A thief was finally bitten on the upper foot by a huge turquoise and blue centipede, and immediately let out a scream. In fact, it wasn't that he was in pain, and the foot immediately didn't feel anything, he was screaming in fright. Anyone who sees one of their legs as thick as a waist like flatulence will let out that scream.

One of his companions was quite quick, and with a wave of the machete in his hand, he immediately slaughtered the leg that was no longer like a leg, and blood splattered. But the blood wasn't just red, it was a bit of blue and green like the centipede.

The colorful and bright blood splattered on the hand of the companion who was helping, and the companion immediately let out a scream worse than the one who had been bitten. The blisters on the hand seemed to have just been thrown into boiling water to boil.

The spells of the elven mages did not stop, and a dozen or so trees began to move under the magic. It's about to turn into one of those giant deadwood guards. At the same time, the number of unicorns coming this way is also increasing. This horned horse is even more difficult to deal with than a lion and a tiger, and it takes at least a dozen thieves to deal with one. The thieves had a little respite from the scroll, and the time was gone in an instant.

But at this time, Isis, who was lying on the ground, also took out the second scroll at the signal of Cilika.

If the elven magicians were just surprised by the first scroll, then as soon as this scroll was taken out, their faces were filled with fear. The massive fluctuations of magic that encompassed decay, darkness, and destruction made them instinctively feel disgust and fear. Two elven mages shouted, "Stand back for now. ”

But the air thickened by the first scroll slowed down all the elves, and before they could get out of a few cloths, the scroll had already opened.

In Isis's hands, the scroll seemed to be a strange Klein pot, and it seemed to be a magic fountain. Waves of black magic continued to erupt from within, spilling out. This black wave fell on the ground and spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the ground of the immortals with a radius of nearly a hundred meters was completely plated with a layer of black.

As soon as the poisonous insects that were so active that they bit the thieves like aphrodisiacs that they wept wolf howls, they immediately stiffened, fell, and shrunk into their original form, and finally turned into flying ashes. Even the trees that had just become Deadwood Guards immediately began to wither. The elves who came into contact with the black ripples had just fallen to the ground in pain, groaning freely and limply crawling forward, hoping to get out of this black category as best they could.

It was still those elven mages who were painfully stunning, and only five or six of them were able to chant incantations and add a layer of green magic light to themselves, but they were still crooked. And most of them spit blood directly from their mouths and lay on the ground convulsions. The power contained in this black ripple was completely counterbalanced by the kind of attribute they were born with. It directly stirred up the mana in their bodies.

Only the unicorns were able to hold on, but they were also restless on the black ground, trying their best to break away from the surrounding thieves and rush outside.

Under the black ripples, the grass on the ground is also withering at a rate visible to the naked eye. All life is slowly cut off in this blackness. Decline.

The thieves were actually very uncomfortable, and their chests and abdomen were as disgusting as drinking sewage from the gutter, and their minds were stuffed like a ball of stinky meat. But compared to the elves, it is completely fierce. This black ripple is not very effective against ordinary humans, and the thieves have taken precautions long on the orders of Helika. Before entering the barrier, each thief had a small piece of carrion tied to his stomach and ate a piece.

The most energetic was Hilica, whose body emitted a burst of red fighting light, unaffected in the black region. Although he had known that these two scrolls were specifically designed to deal with the elves, he didn't expect the effect to be good, so fast, not only immediate, but also immediate. The spirit that falls to the ground is wealth. He yelled at his thieves, "Catch me, quick, pick up a beautiful catch." ”

The thieves immediately rushed up and pounced on the elves all over the ground, each of them had a rope on their bodies, and they grabbed a random female elf on the ground and began to bundle them with flowers.

"Dark necromancy, these guys were sent by the servants of darkness......" An elven elder standing on the edge of the black realm created by the scroll trembled all over, unable to do anything about what was going on inside. The elves outside the region have gathered more and more, but they can only stare dryly when they look inside, the scroll that affects the air is very large, it cannot be shot, and the spell casting has no effect on the dark region. The elven elder turned to an elf and said, "Go and get the relics and Elder Lua." ”

"Hurry up, just grab one for two people. Helika looked at the elves that began to gather densely outside the Black Thunder Domain, and she was also secretly frightened. But as long as the magic is in effect, they don't have to worry about it at all. The magic range of the affected arrows was enough for them to leave a certain distance, and with this black area to resist the other elves, it would take a little effort to chase them, and if they lost half of their hands to resist, they should be able to escape with dozens of elven beauties.

Instead of catching the elves herself, Helika walked up to an elven mage who was barely moving with her two-handed greatsword and swung her sword down. The elven mage screamed, and his deformed body flew out along with the splatters of brains.

The elves outside let out an exclamation in unison, and many of them cried. Seeing these compatriots being caught like cattle, beaten and brain-spilled, but completely powerless outside, this is indeed too exciting for the simple hearts of the elves.

Helika didn't have time to show any interest in the call, and turned to turn a half-dead elven mage on the ground into a meat sauce. These are all threats when it comes to escaping. He yelled at Isis, "How long will this magic last?"

"Three hours at most, and the effect will definitely keep waning. Isis was still lying on the ground, still holding the scroll in his back, and the black magic light on it was still shining. His appearance was also like a frosted eggplant in the black light. "But I don't know how long I can support it. ”

Hearing the three hours, Helika secretly breathed a sigh of relief, approached the giant sword and slashed two more elven magicians, and said to Isis: "Don't worry, I won't leave you if you support this magic scroll, you have a chance to get your money." ”

When Cilika walked up to the next magician with her greatsword and covered in blood and brains, the elves outside shouted and wept. At the same time, another shout came: "Stop." ”

Although the sound sounded a little strange because of the change in the air, it was still clear that the murderous aura and power it was filled with were not something that elves could have. When Cilika looked up, she immediately forgot to swing her greatsword.

There are still figures rushing towards this place. In addition to the elves, there are actually a few people among them. The men Helika could see clearly, so he was so surprised that he almost thought it was an elven illusion.