The Twelve Rings Spell, Ice Rain, sounds like a useless spell underground. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but it's not really a hail that falls from the sky. That's what it's called just for the sake of sound. To be precise, this kind of interference with the demon spirit through the spirit, and the means of interfering with reality through the demon spirit, cannot cause a large-scale natural disaster.

The so-called ice rain is one of the means by which the caster uses the water vapor in the air to diffuse and crystallize the ice, and the rapid rise of the solid energy and the rapid decrease of the total energy will cause the loss of temperature and the appearance of a beautiful work of art.

-- Able to take away the cold thread of life unconsciously and unconsciously.

The so-called "cold silk" is a natural art formed by the moisture in the air being stretched and disrupted irregularly, staggered and then frozen into ice. The twisted, wild silk is intertwined in the form of threads, looking like the white roots of a jungle buried deep in the ground, rooted in the soil of corpses.

But people obviously won't be able to enjoy the rest of the scenery. The dark realm that covers the entire Vault gives them a strange protective color. Even if you use a brightsight scroll, you will find a hazy gray in your field of vision, not to mention the crude products made by the old mage in order to rush work and mass production.

There's a small problem. When water meets fire, what will be formed?

There used to be a bad joke that told us, that is, water vapor.

The white silk resembles the roots of a white devouring tree that grows wildly underground. The intricate web of ice rushed frantically towards the raging fire, propelled by the two-headed sacrifice.

Under semi-sealed conditions, the hot and cold intersections and collisions produce a whirlwind of considerable strength. The rapidly generated mist expands like a whirlpool on the sea, under the action of the wind.

However, the mist was too thick. The constant convergence of them makes it more difficult for people to see the situation on the other side, and the water vapor that is still being replenished from the front adds fuel to the fire.

On the real battlefield, the two-headed ogre sacrifice casts spells at an average rate three to four times faster than mages of the same level in other races, and the quality is still guaranteed.

Someone will ask, they only have one more head than us. But, no kidding, casting isn't as simple as skimming stones.

Now, this advantage is fully reflected in the excellent performance of the sacrifice.

Although born in a race where the average IQ is only a little higher than that of a fool. But the ogre, as a high priest, has definitely no low IQ, at least, not stupid.

With a wave of his hand, he created a wall of fog that hindered his own people's progress. It looks like a mouthful, sounds stupid.

But there was once a saying that if a good mage chooses a venue and environment that is favorable to him, the duel will become a farce. But when you start a group on someone else's home field, you must use all means to turn the resources around you into your favor.

-- "The Basics of Mage Survival" was published by Mu Ling.

One of the ogre priest's heads took over all control of the Ice Rain, allowing it to continue extinguishing the flames in front of it and holding back the deadly smoke with ultra-low temperatures.

The spells of the Twelve Rings are a big burden for a high-level mage. After all, it has reached the realm of an archmage. But the reason why the Double-Headed Sacrifice still insists on using Ice Rain is to create a home field.

On the other side, another skull, which had been vacated, had begun a new round of chanting, and there was a huge adult half-height skull with two huge eyes covered with bloody smiles. Because, the prey is about to arrive.

The sacrifice of the earth, the high law of the element of water. This is the name of the huge two-headed sacrifice with two different heads, the left and right. He, or they, like hybrid spells the most.

...... This is the eleventh ring earth-water hybrid spell - mudslide.

The sound of chanting loomed behind the walls of the vault, constantly fluctuating the trembling nerves of the people. The old mage, on the other hand, was still watching everything that was happening and about to happen in front of him.

He is too old, and his old body no longer allows him to fight like a young man. Even casual movement is about to become a luxury.

But the old mage's eyes that once frightened his enemies were still sharp, and the spirit that was once admirable was still tenacious. Proteus, who had once surprised the interracial battlefield, was looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

To do this, he had to let the whole horde of ogres in. And all the foreshadowing he had done before that was to reduce the casualties in the Vault by draining the roar of war.

But if casualties were inevitable, the old mage gently moved his rusty cervical vertebrae. Then it's up to him, the old bone that is about to step half a foot into the grave, to end this.

At this moment, this old man who has had a long life is sharp, and his edge .......

On the edge side of the shelter. The people who were in the first line of defense had long since given up throwing canisters of fire oil outside in vain. In the vicinity of the entrance of the cave, many people have already been killed by the inexplicable cold snap. Those who died were like a hard sculpture, unable to move them even if they wanted to be removed. And it seems that those tiny crystals are still expanding as the range of the water mist increases.

"Everybody, get out of the way, go uphill, and hide behind cover in formation. ”

Standing in the center of the crowd, Rouse, who was in charge of the dispatch of all the fighters, suddenly shouted his trademark voice and ordered all the men to retreat urgently.

At the other end of the passage, which is only a dozen meters away, the hard granite on both sides seems to be slowly melting under the action of incredible force. The water vapor formed by the frozen water and the raging fire oil provided great convenience for the casting of the next two-headed sacrifice.

The skillful combination of mage and sacrifice, the passionate collision of water and earth, as if sucking again and again, is like a beast hidden in the shadows, constantly accumulating strength, wanting to give its prey a fatal blow.

Just as the people near the wall had just withdrawn, under the incredulous gaze of the people.

Stone walls, melted.

The mudslide suddenly burst out like a cannonball, shattering the wall that had been shattered by spells.

And behind the gradually thinning mist, the figures of giant beasts were revealed.

The Double-Headed Priest smiled happily, two big faces of equal ugliness, and their smiles were full of natural blue wrinkles.

That's what the mage does. Each move may seem useless, but when you put it together, it's a winning game. Offensive spells released by the sacrificial house are not intended to attack. But he easily achieved the goal he expected.

Whenever he felt, he had caught his prey with his intelligence. There is always a sense of pride in being an ogre.

However, in the Vault, the same thing about the mage has long been left behind him. For ogres, it's just time to hunt.

Of course, it is also necessary to ensure the integrity and freshness of the prey. In this damn world, chaotic spirits can always turn a delicious corpse into carrion in less than two hours.