"Are you sure I can do this for you?"

Rattle weighed the worn-out silver ring in his hand, and looked at Elivan who was tidying up his clothes in front of him with a strange expression, he frowned and said,

"It's very clear in the contract, I only need to help you do three things. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Elevenn glared at him angrily, and replied with a low smile,

"Yes, three things, can't exceed your ability, can't endanger your life, can't violate your standards, I want you to help me kill Saruman directly, the question is can you?"

"Ahem. ”

Rattle coughed twice, put away the silver ring in his hand, and then stretched out his left hand and shook it at Eleven, who reluctantly took out a piece of paper full of strange calculations and annotations, and threw it to Rattle, who pulled out a magic hand, quickly put away the piece of paper, and then beckoned to Elevenn with a grin, turned and walked towards the exit of the Demon Hunting Tower.

Elevenn stared at the back of Rattle's departure, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart, this is the second powerful partner he has gained five years later, although it is not as reliable as the Bordeaux Chamber of Commerce, and it is not under his control at all, but it is also a big help on this difficult road.

Recalling everything that had just happened, Elevenn touched his neck, and even felt a hint of coolness, just ten minutes ago, Ratel finally made up his mind to break away from the Council of the Nine Towers, and use his own strength to explore the shocking secret behind the mysterious ring, although this was caused by himself, but Elavin did not feel that he was the main factor that made Rattle make this decision, he was very self-aware, and now he had no way to influence the choice of a powerful magister, it seems that this strange-minded Rattle probably had this idea in his heart for a long time。

However, before the two left, Rattle did something unexpected but reasonable to Elivan, he first summoned all the working mages in the Inquisition in the name of the temporary presiding judge, and then suddenly attacked in silence, which was also the first time Elivan saw a high-end duel in the true sense, and it was also the first time to see the mysterious and unpredictable magical astrology that had grown up to really power.

In the face of the combination of more than thirty elite Dharma Protectors and low-level battle mages, Rattle just waved his hand to create a fog, and then drew a wall of flames around him, and then released his own furious rune war bear astrology, and then put several layers of spell enchantment on himself, one person and one bear were like lions killing into the flock, and they pierced back and forth in the crowd three times with the swords of the Dharma Protectors and the fireball icicles of the battle mages, the low-level mages are even crying for their fathers and mothers, and they can't wait for themselves to grow two more legs.

Although the battle mages of the Demon Hunter Department have a strong will to fight, even the strongest of the will will will feel desperate in the face of this obviously invincible enemy, especially after seeing Rattle create a flaming serpent across the battlefield out of thin air and wreak havoc, the rest of the guys finally accepted their fate and were burned to scum in an inextinguishable flame.

After doing all this, Rattle directly used five flaming hands to cleanly cut off the energy supply of the rune lock in the storage room of the mage's inquisition, like those worldly river and ocean thieves, kicked open the door, and swept away the valuable materials and magic items in it, and Elivan also shared some things that Rattle couldn't look at, in short, after making a mess of the inquisition, the two guys closed the giant bronze door, and then Shi Shiran came to a corner not far from the exit of the Demon Hunting Tower, which is also where the two are about to separate。

"Rattle, Magic Hand Rattle, even though we're not friends, I hope you have a smooth journey! I hope I'll see you again when I have enough strength to reach Pakan!"

Elivan silently gave his only blessing to the figure who had stepped into the teleportation circle in the compliment of the low-level mage, and he himself pulled his hood down, then turned his head to look at the wall clock hanging on the wall not far away.

“15:14”

Step by step, he stepped up the stairs of the Demon Hunter Tower, and if Rattle and Hawkes hadn't lied to him, then the unmasked enemy with him was not far above.

As Elevenn walked up the stairs step by step, passing a corner, he smiled and took out a black object from his pocket, looked at the pointer on the surface of the thing, then twisted it vigorously, and then threw it into the dark corner, and then continued to walk forward humming a little song of unknown meaning to himself, and it could be seen that he was in a good mood, and behind him, outside the doors of those empty or manned rooms, in the dark corners that no one had ever noticed, behind the decorations of different styles from all over the continent, the slight clicking sound was a good sound to Eleven's ears。

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Endless darkness, no light of the sun, no moon shining, even the ubiquitous starlight is shrouded in this darkness, but in the darkness there is not only silence, but also some indescribable weirdness, that distortion, that pervasive depression, ubiquitous irritability, there seems to be an invincible demon roaring, Morris feels that he is standing in the midst of a group of demons dancing, he is so helpless, the magic and martial arts that he was once proud of can't help him at all, in the face of the hatred of the whole world, he has no other way but to hug his head and cry。

But even with such a humble being, everything twisted refused to let him go, they mocked, they disdained, they stretched out their evil claws to destroy everything!

"Hmm!!"

Sweating profusely, Morris opened his tired eyes, he struggled to get up straight from his desk, and this action alone made him cough several times, although his mind was still as fast as lightning, and his cheeks with black blindfolds were still as lean and fierce as before, but his silver head and aching arms reminded him all the time that he was no longer the "abyssal beast" that terrified his enemies and his own people.

Morris had to leave the battle mage team due to a serious injury that could not be cured, and it was as uncomfortable as if his spine had been directly removed, and although he thought that he had lost the meaning of life, he was still directly transferred to the command office of the Demon Hunter Tower by the tower master who had been paying attention to him, and Morris had cheered up for a while when he heard the news, but the following days were like hell for him.

The strong military style and puritanical self-restraint cultivated by being active on the battlefield almost from an early age made Morris a conspicuous outlier on the large stage of the stable and luxurious city of Sam, and all the colleagues around him felt jealousy, or hatred, because he was secretly watched by the tower lord from above! Everyone was expecting him to make a fool of himself, he never thought that he would face this situation after moving to civilian work, everyone around him was his enemy, he no longer had teammates he could trust, no more companions to whom he could deliver his back, and what was even more desperate was that in the face of these guys who were always smiling, but who did not miss any opportunity to cause him trouble, Morgrith could not cleanly solve them with a fireball or magic hand.

What made him feel the most lost was the pair of eyes that had been hidden behind his back, the leader who had always led him to charge into battle seemed to be happy to see this kind of scene, he seemed to deliberately reverse Morgries's character, wanting him to transform from the sharpest sword to a chess player like him, and no longer a flag that could be consumed at will, Mogris, who understood this from the ensuing provocations and endless troubles, although he was resistant, was still unwilling to disappoint the person he had always respected, so the always cold guy began a painful transformation。

He began to learn to laugh, albeit clumsy, to clumsily give gifts that were ridiculed and despised by others, he began to learn to wander among the stupid nobles who made him feel sick to the slightest sniff, the pretentious noblewomen, even if he only said the easiest battle in his memory, would make them let out a false gasp that made him want to vomit, all this made the abyssal beast no longer look like him, at least not like him in the past.

And every time he dreamed back to midnight, he could always recall the days when he danced on the tip of the sword, and missed the smell of blood, until this nostalgia became more and more empty, and he was stunned to find that he had not practiced magic for months, and had not even touched the long sword that had never left him, which made Morgrice feel terrified, and what was even more terrifying was that he felt that he was gradually adapting to everything!

"Maybe it would have been better if I had died in that battle!"

The thought suddenly crossed Moglis's mind as he got up from his desk, but then he smiled and flipped through the official documents that had been processed for most of the time until he remembered that there was a dinner to welcome Her Royal Highness the Third Princess from the Holy Del Empire tonight, and Morgris's head began to ache again,

"yes, yes, it can't get any worse than now!"

He grunted as he picked up the cane that was placed on the side, and was about to get up when he heard a knock on the door.

"At this time?"

Morgrith looked at the clock hanging on the wall directly in front of him, the hand was stopping at three o'clock in the afternoon, this time of the year was always the busiest time in the entire Demon Hunting Tower, and basically no one would disturb him, a high-ranking but truly appointed "commander", but he couldn't ignore it.

Morris habitually felt a trace of something wrong, but his heart, which was already a little paralyzed, left this trace of indescribable weirdness behind, he cleared his throat and asked,

"Who is it?"

"Demon Hunter No. 1104 Battle Mage Phils has come to report the results of the investigation into the disappearance of the mage apprentice in Bordeaux City!"

"Fils?"

Morgrith froze for a moment when he heard the name, and then remembered this strange task that had been placed by the Demon Hunting Department for several years, one day five years ago, a strange thing happened in Bordeaux City, the commercial capital of the Principality of House, a low-level mage and two mage apprentices who were originally stationed there declared their disappearance after severing contact with Sam City for nearly two months, but because the main forces of the Demon Hunting Department at that time were focused on the cleaning of the remnants of the Seven Alliances and the infiltration of the new residence of the Seven Alliances in the southern hills, this small matter has been put on holdAt that time, the Demon Hunting Department only symbolically sent two low-level mages with several apprentices to investigate, but after two months, they received a reply from the mage, explaining that everything was normal, and the missing low-level mages and apprentices had been found, and then another month later, the two mages applied to join the Bordeaux City branch, and the person in charge at that time agreed to this request out of the need for the expansion of the Demon Hunting Department, after all, they were just two low-level mages who no one paid attention to.

It stands to reason that this should have ended here, but strange things happened again and again, and after a few months of normal communication, the newly established "Demon Hunter Tower in Bordeaux Branch" Lost contact with Sam City again, this time the accident finally officially attracted the attention of the Demon Hunting Department, but on the third day after they sent three low-level mages and seven apprentices again, the Council of the Nine Towers officially broke with the largest chamber of commerce in Bordeaux City, and it is also the giant of the Principality of House Chamber of Commerce, the Bordeaux Chamber of Commerce officially broke up, and Bordeaux City became an "enemy-occupied area", and the mages sent out naturally had no news.

As the Bordeaux Chamber of Commerce has grown stronger and stronger in recent years, it has become more and more difficult for the Demon Hunters to explore Bordeaux City, in short, when Morgrice accidentally discovered the file of this strange incident, the Demon Hunting Department has lost more than 20 mages and apprentices in Bordeaux City : Fils, who is about to be promoted to an intermediate battle mage, and Laug, a backup battle mage who has performed well, are two experienced battle mages who are no longer the half-mages of the past, so they will definitely be able to find out who is behind this matter, and Morgries is convinced of this.

However, Morgrice overlooked one thing, if the half-hung mages who disappeared at the beginning were killed by the same person, then how far would this person's strength improve after five years of killing?

Fils and Laurie, who had long since been reduced to a pile of dry bones, could no longer tell Morgrith the answer to this question, so the killers came themselves.

"Then come in!"

Morris laid down his staff, and he sat upright in his chair, but the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger, especially when the short man with the hood entered the office and closed the door, and Morgris's hands under the table habitually touched the hilt of his wand and sword, which was already somewhat unfamiliar.

Unbeknownst to Morgrice, this habitual action saved his life.

"Battlemage Phils reports to you, honorable Lord Morgries!

With his head bowed and his black hood covering his face, Elivan said words that paralyzed his enemies as he approached his mortal enemies step by step.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"The thing is, you can die!"

Seeing the slightly tired face of the middle-aged man with white hair and blindfold in front of him, Elivan finally tore off the last disguise, he raised his head, sneered and stretched out his left hand to shake it vigorously, and the mana model that was almost instantly formed began to devour the gathered magic elements, and the moment his left hand stayed on Morgris's still somewhat stunned face, a huge fireball rushed towards his face.

The other hand that Elivan left behind began to depict the mana model of the strongest spell he had now mastered, the Fireball Technique, although the name and attributes were very similar, but in fact, the Mana model of the Fireburst Technique was more than ten times more complex than the mana model of the Fireball Technique, so the casting time of this spell was much longer than the almost instantaneous Fireball Technique.

In fact, at this moment, Elivan still made the mistake that beginner mages often make--- in a higher-level battle, the most important thing is not the power of the spell, but whether it can effectively limit the opponent's play. In the case that the fireball technique has already taken the lead, his best choice is to immediately throw an ice arrow that can limit Mogris's running range, instead of the fire explosion spell that takes a long time to cast, it is these few seconds that give Mogrith, who has fallen into the disadvantage, a chance to resist.

Just a moment before the fireball technique was added, the Mogrith who finally reacted roared angrily, and pulled out the wand in his hand is a spell collision with extreme accuracy, although his wand was only stored in the lowest level of magic hand, but that moment of blocking still gave him a chance, the abyssal beast that entered the combat state again after several years kicked the heavy desk in front of him, and he himself hid behind the desk as if he had fallen, and the roaring fireball technique had no time to change direction, and smashed directly on the wall behind him, and the next giant fireball that was four or five times larger than the fireball technique was four or five times larger, that is, the Flame Explosion Technique slammed into the heavy solid wood desk, bursting out with violent vibrations, and flames splashed everywhere, plunging everything around the desk into a sea of fire.

However, Morgrith, who has a lot of combat experience and rich combat experience, has used this shock to send himself out of the flames, although the violent activity makes him cough as if he is going to die in the next moment, but it is this feeling of pain into the bone marrow that has inspired the ferocity that he has been hiding, this guy struggled to put on several layers of shields on himself, and then in the interval of Eleven's crazy fireballs, he appeared from his hiding place, and with a light click of the wand in his hand, the magic hand that flew out raised Eleven's left hand up by three points, and Morris himself took advantage of this opportunity to flash out, and the long sword of the other hand slashed at Eleven's neck。

However, the frost armor technique that has been turned on saved Elivan's life at this moment, between the sharp blade and Elivan's neck, a thin but tough layer of frost armor offset the great power of Morgrith, the abyssal beast simply withdrew the long sword, and then stabbed to Elivan's heart, only to be blocked by another layer of frost armor, during this period, Elivan also understood his mistake just now, and simply released two ice arrows at zero distance, the first pierced the two layers of Mogris's two layers of enchantment, and the second shot added a terrifying wound to the abyssal beast's forehead after breaking the remaining shield spell, but because Morgrith's head instantly tilted back, this wound was not fatalSeeing that the blade could not continue to cut, the abyssal beast simply raised its foot and kicked Eleven's stomach, although this heavy blow was blocked by the frost armor technique for a moment, but due to the successive fatal attacks in a short period of time, the frost armor technique that exceeded the tolerance limit shattered, and Morgrith's big foot kicked Elevan into the air with the remaining strength, and then knocked over the bookshelf behind him, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

This blow also interrupted Elivan's fireball barrage, making his eyes black, this is not an exaggeration, just when Elivan recovered from the impact, he was stunned to find that he was already within the range of the dark spell released by Morgris, and now the boy knew that he had completely kicked on the iron plate, even if it was an abyssal beast that had been injured and had not experienced a battle for several years, it was definitely not an existence that he could handle at will.

In the short confrontation just now, the boy almost completely fell into the disadvantage except for the first sneak attack, and he really couldn't believe how powerful the Abyss Beast should have been when it was not seriously injured?

And Elivan also thought of Pol, his cheap father, who was able to fight and seriously injure such a terrifying enemy with his broken body after the wheel battle, so how strong should Bol be at the beginning?

"Hehe, dare to be distracted in the battle, Mogedin's remnant, you really don't want to die!"

A low laugh sounded, Elivan was solemnly frightened, but the next moment, there was a sharp pain in his waist, and before he could look down, another gust of wind slashed down at his head, Eleven's face immediately turned pale, and the shadow of death came to his face, but this pressure also stimulated Elivan's potential, he pushed his hands back and pressed hard, two fireballs that were almost entangled shot out at a faster speed than usual, and Mogrith, who was hidden in the shadows, also changed his complexion, after all, he had been away from fighting for several years, and this former abyssal beast was at a loss in the face of this situation where it was either you die or I die。

The blade of his sword was only a few inches away from Elivan's face, and with a little effort, the remnant of the sin in front of him who had escaped the desperate battle five years ago would be killed, but what about the consequences? If he didn't have time to dodge the fireball, he would definitely be hit in the chest head-on, and according to his current physical condition, the probability of death was more than sixty percent.

Dodge!

Morris subconsciously bent down, he let go of the long sword in his hand, supported the ground with both hands, and the whole person was fixed on the ground like an inverted U-shape, and the spinning fireball almost flew out of his waist, but this was not the end, just when Eliven was just relieved, Morgrith, who was supporting the ground, used both hands to force his hands, and his left leg was raised violently, just like this guy used his foot to hit a powerful "Ascending Dragon Fist" , The tense toes kicked Eleven's chin hard, this time almost brought the boy's body directly from the ground into the air, his jaw almost wanted to crack as painful, his brain was more dizzy as if he had been hit by a hammer head-on, and what was even more terrifying was that when Ellevin was still in a semi-unconscious state of Morgris's sudden blow to him, the latter had already stood up from the ground, and when he was panting, he let out a roar, and another powerful side kick hit Eleven's chest directly, and the boy who didn't have time to moan flew out upside down like a cannonball again, and hit the wall in embarrassmentThe boy opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and the irregular twist of his chest showed the bad state of the boy, and Morgrith's desperate two blows directly broke his ribs in at least half.

"Ahem... Cough... Ahem!"

After completing a classic counter-kill, Morris knocked over Eliven with a beautiful two-hit combo, a trace of abnormal flush appeared on his already pale face, and his chest also rose and fell very badly, covering his mouth and letting out a heart-rending cough, blood was almost visible in the violent cough, obviously, the pain caused by the serious injury five years ago was more serious than he imagined, so that he was already a little powerless to deal with a junior with poor combat awareness, but he still forcibly pressed down on the severely painful chest, with a long sword in one hand, he walked towards the place where Eliven had fallen, and with a flick of the sword, the last trace of error left five years ago would be permanently corrected.