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"The kind of ominous existence that can make people lose their fighting spirit just by looking at it, what the hell are you going to do to destroy it, Troy?"

Subconsciously muttering such content, what Moore was suspicious of was also something that everyone present was puzzled by. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

How can the boy completely destroy the shadow he is trapped in?

-- Perhaps, only by using "that power" will do.

Fight those terrifying shadows with scarlet magical tentacles, the most likely way a warrior can think of.

In what I had seen and heard before, only the scarlet tentacles born from the boy's body and also had an ominous aura of killing could compete with the hideous and terrifying shadow mist on the opposite side, but, judging from what I had seen and heard before, the relationship between the scarlet tentacles and the fog of the shadow was actually helpless, the shadow could not devour the tentacles, and the scarlet breath could not eliminate the raging shadow.

So, did Troy master other ways to manipulate those tentacles?

There was a glimmer of anticipation in his heart, however, Moore was more worried at the moment.

In addition to worrying about whether the boy will succeed in fighting the Shadows, the warrior who is more and more thoughtful, and always thinks about the worst side of things, has other worries.

Although it succeeded in trapping the expanding Shadow in protective magic, the Shadow's momentum as if it was about to devour everything was enough to make its existence clear to those with a certain level of perception.

There will definitely be people who choose to retreat because of the oppressive nature of this momentum, but, on the other hand, there are probably not a few people who will choose to come to explore. After all, humans are inherently curious creatures, and mages are even more so.

Exploring the unknown and then understanding everything is one of the "ultimate goals" of a mage.

Under this premise, the worst possibility is that Troy will still be able to use the power of the Scarlet Tentacles - and when he thinks about this, Moll suddenly realizes that something important has been left out by him.

How could such an important thing be forgotten?

The day before, the warrior had asked about the transfer of magic to the boy during a conversation with the association's guide, Dondal, but had forgotten that the boy was not the only one who was incomprehensible, and that it was the "other point" that was more noticeable.

The strange crimson magic, this part of the magic that also belonged to Lance, had not even been known to him before. In fact, this is exactly what the boy was "wrapped" in when everyone first met Troy, and it should be regarded as everyone's "initial impression" of the boy.

But what is this magic? Such doubts have always been rooted in Moore's heart, but they have forgotten it in the yesterday when they had the opportunity to know.

While lamenting his stupidity, Moore also made up his mind.

-- I will definitely ask this point next time, and if Dondal doesn't know, I'll try to find the answer on my own...... If you can survive today's catastrophe.

"Ah, it's hard for me to wait here. Is there anything we can do to help?"

Beside him, Ralph's loud voice full of anxiety made Moore a little irritable, but he wanted to accuse him, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.

"Nope. I can't do anything in front of that thing anyway. ”

The opening was a negative remark that even Moore himself did not expect, and some surprised warriors experienced deep unwillingness, and even a little despair, from their words.

Hurriedly raised his head that had hung down at some point, Moore was afraid that the negativity in his words would also be transmitted to others.

"Hey...... I'm so angry, since Boss Mo said that he couldn't do it, then I ...... But how can we wait here! Hey, Trojan boy, is there anything we can do?"

Just as he thought, the negativity was also tainted with Ralph...... This "single-celled creature" who probably can laugh even when the sky falls, I am afraid that he does not know how to write the word "despair" at all. Even if the land of Southover loses the protection of the true god one day, he will still be able to live "heartlessly" and full of joy compared to him, right?

The next moment, the aura around him seemed to be icy, and the moment the cold sweat left on Moore's forehead seemed to turn into ice crystals.

――Why do I have the terrible idea that "God no longer cares for Southwell"?

Realizing what terrible thing he had just thought of, the warrior who felt the strength of his limbs and bones drained almost fell to his knees.

The warrior, struggling to brace himself and leave his terrible thoughts behind, heard Troy's answer to Ralph's question.

"Yes. I should need your strength to destroy those things...... I need elemental magic!"

From the staccato sound, he could feel the difficulty of Troy maintaining the huge shield that trapped the shadow mist, and even if he couldn't see it, he could feel the surprised gaze coming from behind him, but he didn't have time to explain too much, and a little relaxation might not be able to maintain the magic that trapped the shadow, so the boy had to try his best to say his thoughts without stopping.

"Trap it, I can't last long...... Wait a minute, I'll make a gap in the barrier, and with the nature of those things, it will surely come out of that little hole, and you can attack it with elemental magic. ”

No one could have imagined that the way Troy would deal with the Shadows would be the simplest answer: elemental magic.

"Hah!"

Sensing that the urgency of the situation was far less relaxed than expected, and understanding that this was not the time to ask for a reason, Vena, who had a loud shout, had already moved her palms and collected the fiery aura within the radius in her palms.

"Okay, then I'...... My elemental magic is so weak that it is three or four times stronger than Boss Mo......"

"Don't talk nonsense!

"Yes!"

grinning, I couldn't feel the slightest tension from the body of the Northwest Han. At Moore's urging, Ralph also did what he could in his life to absorb the surrounding earth elements and wrap them around his fists.

"I ...... too Ahem!

Wesley's somewhat weak voice came from his ears, and in this situation, even if he knew that his strength was only minimal, the young and resilient mage would not bow to the cruel fate.

There are also things that the weak can do!

"Brush pull...... Brush ......"

Just as Wesley gritted his teeth and gathered the magic elements, he didn't know if it was a real illusion, and the sound of metal colliding was approaching from a distance, and gradually amplified.

"There's no need to use elemental magic, that thing, to put it bluntly, is just a kind of magic. ”

Reflecting the dazzling brilliance, a sudden hidden figure crossed by the side of the self-defense in an instant, and when it was surprised, it left a proud voice as if it was familiar:

"Leave it to me. ”