The robe was given to him by Sandru. It was dirty and smelly, it was originally thrown there to pad the corpse, and he was actually asked to use half a year's work as a mortgage.

Asa thought that Sandru was just talking nonsense, and he didn't take it seriously at all. But he never cared what he was wearing, as long as it wasn't cold, although it was so dirty that he couldn't tell what color it was, but he never changed the robe on his body.

Fortunately, he didn't change it either, and he now knows that this robe was only allowed to work as a coolie for half a year, and he really made a lot of money.

When he sent a fireball at the vine around his waist just now, he was already preparing to be injured. But the fireball exploded, and the garment was not damaged in the slightest. He knew immediately why he had been able to survive that spell outside the forest.

By the time the dragon spat out the green flames, he had already tucked his hands and feet into his robes and shrunk into a ball. Just like when he was outside the forest, he felt the devastating mana raging around him and he was unscathed, just falling from the high shoulders of the treants and buried by the ashes that had been raised.

Hearing the ugly laughter of the red-robed man, he raised his head slightly from the ashes and saw the red-robed man walking towards the spring. He could see that the three leaves in the spring were what he had been looking for.

Suddenly jump out and grab the leaves and run away? Absolutely not, before he can run out of this empty scorched earth, a ball of light will explode on his back. Now the only way is to strike first.

The red-robed man has already killed all the tree people and elves who are in the way, and now as long as he rushes out and kills the red-robed man, the fish in this pond of muddy water will finally be his own. He could also see that the magic just now had consumed a lot of the red-robed man, and if he wanted to deal with the red-robed man, now was the best opportunity.

The knife fell on the grass outside the forest, and Asa saw the horn of a unicorn on the ground, and the green fire had even turned all the unicorn's bones into ashes, but the horn was not damaged in the slightest. So he jumped out of the ashes, grabbed the horn, and rushed towards the red-robed man.

When the red-robed man saw Asa leap out of the ashes alive, he was even more shocked than the cavalrymen had just seen the corpse standing. But his eyes immediately fell on the robe on Asa's body, and he immediately understood what was going on.

So he shouted, "Wait a minute....."

Asa would not dare to wait. This robe is a robe that can withstand the flames of magic, and maybe even other magic, but it is still a very soft robe, and it is impossible to be invulnerable. He had just seen how the balls of light emitted by the red-robed man blew up huge tree men to pieces, and that kind of thing didn't even have to hit him directly, just exploding next to him was enough to shatter him in all directions. He couldn't wait for the red-robed man to accumulate mana.

The red-robed man didn't move quickly, but he barely dodged Asa's first attack, but the sharp horn struck the side of his mouth and jaw, and the skin next to his mouth fell off, but it didn't bleed, only revealing the gray teeth and bones inside, and some dry tendons attached to it like dead grass.

Asa was already a little panicked, and he didn't penetrate the other party's head in the first blow, as long as the red-robed man still had magic power left, the time was now enough for him to gather together. Asa desperately rushed towards the red-robed man with all his strength with the momentum of either you die or I die.

"Listen to me...," the red-robed man stepped back. Even though the teeth under that face didn't move when he spoke, the sound came straight out of his throat. He was flustered, the golden light in the spring water was getting stronger and stronger, and the elf girl standing still in it was like a work of art made of gold. If you don't go, you can't catch up, and the red-robed man squeezed his voice out of his throat hard: "I am..."

The sound stopped halfway through, and the unicorn's horn pierced through his chest and out of his back, freezing all his movements and words there.

But Asa had an incredulous look on his face.

The unicorn's horn had indeed penetrated the red-robed man's body. It should have been through his pectoral muscles, between his fourth and fifth ribs, diagonally through his left lung, through his heart, and then through his right lung, and then through his back muscles. This is definitely a fatal part. But he didn't feel anything from his hands that he should have felt, he didn't have the fullness of piercing the flesh and breaking through the tissues, as if he had just stabbed into a cage, empty and unfocused, only as if he had touched some branches and hay or even slipped over a glassware.

Then Asa immediately felt the withered hand of the red-robed man touch his abdomen gently, and the light emitted by him could be seen without burying his head.

With a loud bang, Asa flew into the sky along with countless scorched earth, and the red-robed man also flew backwards. Where they were standing, a large crater was swept out of the blast.

Blood spurted from between his mouth and nose, and he rushed out as if he were tired of the body, leaving a mark on the ground along the path of his flight. Asa could feel a lot of things mixed in the rushing blood, probably his own liver, spleen, intestines, and so on.

Even after receiving such a big critical hit, the robe that Sandru had given him was still not damaged in the slightest. It's just that he can feel it himself, and the contents of his abdomen are almost like a pot of boiled chops, and even the muscles in his abdomen are shaken and mixed with those scattered internal organs.

Asa didn't feel pain, he didn't feel fear, he only felt death.

Drawing a weak arc in the air, it fell with blood all the way, and just fell into the spring where the girl was, causing a splash all over the sky. One of the three leaves that had been floating splashed out of the spring with the water.

The eclipse has completely ended, and the sun is beginning to shine unabashedly again. The golden light in the spring water has also begun to shine brightly, as if there is a sun in the water. The elven girl, who had been standing still like a statue, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Asa at her feet in a panic.

The red-robed man got up from the ground, and he saw the leaves on the ground. On the scorched earth, the leaves were green enough for all living beings to bow down to. The red-robed man picked up the leaf with his lifeless fingers, his fingers trembling.

He looked up and saw that the golden light in the spring water was still so bright, but the original harmonious scene was gone. Asa's upper body was soaked in the spring water, and his feet were tilted on the rocks by the spring in a somewhat comical shape, as if he were a person bathing leisurely. The girl next to her was trying to push Asa out of the spring in a panic.

At the edge of the scorched earth, another group of elves and treants were heading for it. The red-robed man hurriedly turned his head and fled the way he came.

He clutched the leaf in his hand, stumbling in an embarrassed position, but laughing with a smug and arrogant voice, like a wolf who had finally eaten all the hundred sheep guarded by the shepherds.

Even water can't isolate the ugly voice of the red-robed man, and Assa, who is immersed in the water, listens to it, feeling that he has never failed like this in his life, but it seems that this is also his last. The fish was not touched, but he was touched to death by someone else.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.......

The consciousness that had given him fighting spirit and strength in the face of adversity was now as weak as the babble of a dying patient. No matter how much he longed, he still felt that life was leaving him little by little.

It was as if someone was pushing them harder, but they didn't have the time to pay attention to it. His eyes were full of golden light, and the spring water poured in from his mouth and nose, as if the light in the water was also rushing into his body. His consciousness blurred in the golden envelopment and blending, and he felt as if he had melted into the dazzling light.

Dead in the sun....... this is his last consciousness.