"It's impossible for an elf to control a fire attack so well..... These two should be the human brat you just mentioned, it seems that he is not dead. The necromancer said to his companion. He beckoned, and the blood mist that had been disrupted by the explosion immediately solidified again, and the magic array returned to its original form.

"Really not dead?" the old necromancer squinted at the ground with somewhat dazed old eyes, but at this height it was only a small point. "I should have made up for him just now...... "He sat on the back of a gargoyle's neck, and the gargoyle flapped its wings and flew down the circle. "I'll go down and protect you, and you can continue to manipulate this place to burn the Whispering Forest, and kill the kid who gets in the way by the way. ”

The necromancer who was manipulating the magic array looked down at the figures below who were just small black dots, thought about it, sighed, and nodded as if he had made a decision. He said to himself, "Okay, let's kill him." ”

As soon as the light curtain was restored, the focus immediately fell back to the same place. The many elves in the aperture only had time to let out a half-scream, and in the blink of an eye, they all turned black in this dazzling light.

Asa dragged Lua out and just got back to their feet, and immediately saw the dazzling light swaying towards them. He pushed Lua away with all his might, and he jumped out of the way of himself.

Just a distance away from him, the heat of the aperture focus had already made Asa's hair burn.

But as soon as he rolled a few laps from the ground and stood up, he saw the circle of light that had flickered and seemed to move towards him.

Asa was both frightened and frightened. The fact that he didn't directly hit him just now was not because he flashed fast, but because the necromancer himself didn't control it well. It makes almost no sense to dodge under such an attack.

The dazzling focus flickered and flickered like a living sun dancing on the dark, scorched earth. Keeping the focus on a target with precision is no easy task, and the necromancer is trying to keep it under control.

This magic array condensed with the flesh and blood essence of thousands of people is by no means comparable to the one cast by Cedros in the Savage Highlands, although the sunlight here is not as intense as on the highlands, but the circle formed by the gargoyles is the size of the Whispering Forest, and the light gathered is more than ten times more, just look at the place where it hits twice, the eyes can't stand it, and if it drags on, even if you don't die, you will be blind.

The repetition of the same old trick just now is only a symptom but not a cure. Asa looked up and saw that the circle formed by the gargoyle was still rotating, and it should be this circle that kept the magic circle in the air, and attacking here was the fundamental point.

A fireball too large to be called a 'ball' roared as it rose from the ground and took off into the air. With such a low-level magic, the mana power is not highly condensed after resonance, and the huge volume has fully expressed the violent energy contained in it.

A gargoyle that broke away from the circle flew towards the fireball. The old man sitting on it just waved his hand lightly, and the trajectory of the fireball immediately deflected, grazing the gargoyle and flying into the sky smaller and smaller.

The little sun on the ground fluttered not far from his body again, and Asa screamed, and he could feel the skin all over his body as if it had been cut by a red-hot knife. The scorching smell in his air grew even stronger, because it was the smell of his own skin. But he didn't move, and the opponent's attack was completely inaccurate, and it might be easier to be hit by the chaos.

"Stay away from here. Asa yelled at Lua, who was not far away. She was rummaging in vain through the pile of charred corpses of the elves for survivors, her silver hair and face covered in black ash, and tears that had muddled her beautiful face into a ball.

But instead of leaving, she heard Asa's roar, but took a few steps closer and recited the Elven language. A green light gently brushed across Asa's body, and the pain on his body immediately began to lessen.

Asa took a deep breath of air that was so hot that he could almost steam his lungs, and his left hand held his right wrist. 'Boom' he was knocked to the ground by the recoil of his own magic, and dust flew around him.

This shot was still the lowest level of fireball technique, but there was no fireball, at least it was not a fireball. Only a dark red shadow stretched from the ground to the underside of the gargoyles that the necromancer was riding. He didn't aim at the gargoyles in a circle, and he had to take out the defensive opponent first.

"Good. The necromancer's cheers were still as desolate as ever. This time, he didn't understate, but lifted his weight lightly, and opened his hands to press towards the magic that had turned into a fire shadow, and the rapidly rising flame seemed to sink into the mire filled with glue paste, and immediately slowed down and reduced to a fireball. The fireball, though still rising, seemed to sink deeper and slower into the invisible mire, almost halting when it was less than three meters away from the gargoyle, and with a reluctance the necromancer's hands raised, the fireball reluctantly roared, turned around and flew into the sky and vanished.

The aperture shook on the ground again, but this time it was a little farther away from Asa, it seemed that it was not easy to control this, but Asa did not feel happy, but felt a chill on his back. It was indeed his full strength just now, but the necromancer didn't have any difficulty in resolving it.

He gave it his all with almost every blow, but the necromancer who intercepted him didn't even confront his magic head-on. Controlling the wind pressure is a small magic that is only a drop in the bucket for the vast mana of a top mage like a necromancer, and even the mana can be restored between breaths. Even if he wanted to rely on the magic supplement of the sunwell and consume the magic of the other party, it was just wishful thinking. What's more, he doesn't have the time at all.

Run, he thought suddenly. In the face of an undodgable attack hundreds of meters in the air, an opponent whose magic level is far from his own is specially defended, how can he fight?

No, you can't escape. There is no escape, as long as the necromancer above changes the direction of the aperture, the focus on the ground will be instantaneous. And if the direction of escape is revealed, it is more likely to be photographed.

Asa forcibly concentrated, and three fireballs flew in three directions at the three gargoyles.

The necromancer in the sky shook his head, disappointed by the triple burst that even a high-level mage could not do, and he swung his hands out with a dance-like motion, and the three fireballs immediately turned out in three directions like obedient little animals.

The little sun, which represented death and destruction, flickered and jumped more violently on the ground, and the necromancer who controlled the air magic array continued to debug.

"Run. Asa shouted at Lua. "We ran separately. "He finally despaired.

Lua was still there, and Asa rushed up and picked her up and threw her out. Then he turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

He hadn't gone far before Asa's eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole world was completely replaced by this incomparable light. In the last glance he could see, he saw that the surrounding area of tens of meters was full of light.

The necromancer who manipulated the light did not spend any more time studying how to capture his figure with a focus of five or six meters in diameter, but directly expanded the focus to nearly a hundred meters, directly enveloping him in the focus.

Expanding the focus means dispersing the light and dispersing the heat, but that's enough. The difference between a collection of light within a radius of two or three miles and a hundred meters is not very great on the human body, and the same is the drying and scorching of anything that has moisture, but it only takes a few more seconds from an instant.

Asa's eyes had already darkened as soon as he felt the excessive light, he reached out to cover it but didn't let it burst, the piercing pain only lasted for a few seconds, once the nerves in the epidermis were also burned, he couldn't feel anything, he seemed to be screaming, but he didn't hear it, probably even his vocal cords and throat were already scorched, and his nose smelled the scorching smell of his own hair, skin, and muscles.

Just subconsciously, Asa stumbled towards the sunwell. He didn't know anything anymore, except that even his body was full of fire, and his veins were flowing with magma, and his internal organs were about to explode like firecrackers. All he knew was that there was water there, and he wanted it.

With the last of his will, he manipulated his almost burnt muscles and rushed to the side of the sunwell, and carried him in.

The necromancer, who was controlling the air magic array in the air, saw Asa ride headlong into the sunwell, and immediately narrowed the focus of the light to the position of the sunwell. From the time he had just burned the elves, he had found it always easy to focus the light on the sunwell, not as hard to grasp as it was to focus elsewhere. He simply narrowed the focus again, completely focusing on the sun well, which was less than three or four meters directly, not only did he scorch the target and burn it to ashes, but he also directly used this light to steam out the sun well and burn it.

In the shadows, a huge funnel curtain of light cast all the sunlight that had shone on the entire Whispering Forest onto the sunwell, which was already bright, and even the rocks beside the well reflected dazzling light, as if it was the real sun.

The necromancer looked at the point of light that even his height felt dazzling, and nodded in satisfaction. Nothing could hold back such an attack, even if it was a river, it would only be dried up, and a fortress made of steel would only be melted.

Whether the well water is hot or cold, or whether there is well water in it, Asa no longer knows, and there is no part of his body where his senses are still intact, and his eyes are blind. But he felt the light, the light that seemed to penetrate his body like a crystal. The light not only pierced him, but seemed to be still circling around in the well and then pouring into his body, which was already full of light, and after filling his body, it was pouring out, and he felt as if he was about to be broken again, as if the light was unleashing out from every pore in his already burned body.....

"Huh?" The sunwell didn't seem to have any special reflection in such a light, and the necromancer was feeling strange when he suddenly heard a thunderous rumble. He looked up and saw that there was still no cloud in the sky, and the roar was actually coming from the ground.

He looked down and saw something as big as a mountain rising from there.

"Run..."The necromancer under the magic array didn't even ask for a gargoyle, he flew up like an arrow and grabbed his companion's hand, the second half of the words were already drowned in the roar, and his indifferent face was actually full of frightened looks.

The massive thing below seemed to rise slowly, but it was just an illusion compared to its size. Eventually, its lower end had detached from the Sunwell, taking on the image of a huge fireball. The entire sky trembled at the vibration of this unimaginable mana.

The two necromancers didn't command the gargoyles, they didn't even fly away, they clasped hands at each other while chanting incantations that even they couldn't hear.

The gargoyle below, abandoned by the necromancer, had touched the surface of the huge fireball, and its huge, hard body was now made of paper, shattering and decomposing in the raging waves of mana gathering without a sound. The huge fireball was unhindered, and in an instant, it had risen to the bottom of the magic circle surrounded by the gargoyles.

At the moment when the fireball and the magic array were about to come into contact, the figures of the two necromancers disappeared at the same time. Instead of using the Flying Technique, they actually used the forbidden spell of the most dangerous spatial transformation to teleport themselves away.

The sky is broken. This was the common account of that horrific moment by all the residents of Airy afterwards.

The sound of that huge explosion could be heard even in towns hundreds of miles away. Nearly half of the houses in the villages near the Whispering Forest were knocked down by the air waves, and with the Whispering Forest as the center, countless trees, broken limbs left by those cultists, black ash and charcoal flew all over the sky, scattered along with the fragments of those stone statues and flames within a radius of dozens of miles, like a rain of death. Half of the cultists of the god of nature who had fled home or were fleeing had their ears temporarily deaf.

Almost the entire population of Airy thought it was the end of the world.

In the historical records of Airy, whether it was the strange forest, the paganism of the god of nature, the strange stone statues that appeared around, or the riot of tens of thousands of believers on this day, the strange celestial statues and the strange fires in the forest..... All the turmoil and change came to an end in the explosion that nearly shattered Airy, and vanished.