"Click!"

The crisp sound of the impact startled Fils, who was hiding in the shadows, but seeing that the tall head was still intact, it meant that he had dodged the blow, but then, Eleven's annoying voice sounded again,

"Oh oh oh, it looks like the lucky guy got away with it, but so what?

He smiled evilly, and the reset trigger began to accumulate again, this time, beads of sweat were already pouring out of Fils's forehead, his eyes were straight, he really wanted to just leave, but thinking about the reprimand he would suffer after returning to the Nine Towers, especially the terrible punishment of the Demon Hunting Tower, Fils swallowed, and his hand against the wall was also bruised. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Click!"

There was another crisp thud, and Elivan laughed, and Fils let out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his face and intently chanting the syllables of the strongest spell he could master, only to make a dull "thud" sound as he stepped back and touched a rotten piece of wood under his feet.

"Oops!"

"Got you! hehe"

Fils couldn't hide his figure anymore, so he threw himself forward, this pounce also interrupted his continuous guidance of the dark magic, and the diffused black fog suddenly dissipated, in fact, it was already very good for Fils to be able to maintain the guidance of the dark magic under the pain of being hit just now, you can't ask a low-level mage to have the endurance and will of a high-level mage.

But now, the offense and defense have been switched, and the hunter in the dark has become the prey of the old vegetables.

"Show you something good! Don't tell anyone!"

Elivan began to quickly sketch a mana model with one hand, and with the other he inserted a pistol into his waist, and at the same time began to sketch a different spell model, and as soon as Fils jumped out of the rubble with the shield of the mage barrier and the magic trinket activated on his body, he was met by a large and bursting fireball that hit his mage barrier, and the two collided together, and then the red and earthy energy canceled each other out, annihilating until both disappeared into the air in front of the mage, but before Fils could take a breath, another white light took over his vision, it was a sharp ice arrowThe surface of the ice arrow, which is extremely irregular due to the rapid freezing, is uneven, but the deadly chill that envelops it is daunting.

"Damn! Double cast! You monster!"

These were the last words of Fils before he was impaled in the shoulder by an ice arrow, frozen in half of his body and accidentally interrupted by the flow of magic in his body, and fell into a coma.

"Whew... Call.. ”

Elivan, who turned his head and stunned Phils with a casual pick-up, sat next to him a little tiredly, lifted his hood, lit a cigarette, and looked at his hands in a daze, with the starlight of midnight, melancholy like the prince in the story.

However, Elivan was not thinking about the boring thoughts of blood on his hands or the meaning of life at this moment, his mind at this moment was very simple, there was already a trace of crystallization in the tips of his fingers, and the point of his fingertips was like a bean-sized gem, which looked gorgeous and abnormal, but under this beauty there was a deadly demon, because it meant that the greatest devil in the Titan magic system - elemental erosion had found him.

As mentioned earlier, with the host's in-depth research on Titan magic, the result of long-term communication with the magic element will inevitably be a non-stop elemental erosion, until in the end, the host will choose to become a pure elemental body or die, there is not much difference between the two endings, because the pure elemental body has no soul, just a trace of instinct to control the powerful and terrifying elemental energy, which is not much different from death.

At first, Elivan didn't take elemental erosion seriously, but after he successfully analyzed the two most basic Titan magics, the Fireball Technique and the Ice Arrow, a strange feeling appeared in his mind, and with the passage of time, this bad feeling became clearer and clearer, and just two years ago, he successfully comprehended the primary element mystery of the flame system magic - after ignition, the original slow elemental erosion speed suddenly accelerated, and the most serious time was overnight, half of his left palm turned into a red elemental flame crystal, and then even developed in the direction of magma and fire pillarsOf course, that was also the closest Eliven felt to death.

But fortunately, that outburst was only caused by the comprehension of the primary mysteries, and after a short period of cultivation, the palm of his hand returned to normal, but Eleven's heart remained heavy as if a huge shadow was pressing.

"You have to make the alchemy stone as quickly as possible! Otherwise, with my current physique, it will be enough to kill me at most when I comprehend the third-level mysteries! And those cheap seeds of the Nine Towers have already sent battle mages this time! This short man is probably still a ruthless character who has really fought, if it weren't for his bad luck, it probably wouldn't be so easy to win!"

Thinking of this, Elivan's fists clenched, then suddenly relaxed, and he viciously pressed the cigarette butt against the dilapidated brick wall beside him, and then dragged Fils and the tall body into the dark alley.

However, at this time, he obviously didn't know how fast the elemental erosion really was, and of course he didn't know how difficult it was to comprehend the so-called third-order mysteries.

("Flame Primary-Elemental Mystery - Burning")

"Improves the persistence, stability, and adhesion of all fire magic, and increases the effect of elemental mimes. ”

"When the Elemental Flame is turned on, all attacks have a chance to ignite the enemy's body, making the host's next flame attack more powerful and inflicting severe pain on the recipient, and the burning state can be stacked. ”

"Open Spell: None")

(Elemental fire ignites all things and illuminates the darkness ahead.) ---Archmage of Dalaran Eufer Marin)

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"Hmm... Not... My head hurts!"

When Fils woke up again, it was already midnight the next day, and Elivan's brick was absolutely hard enough, and even almost killed Fils, after all, the bodies of low-level mages are generally very fragile, even the battle mages who are famous for their combat effectiveness, they can't even deal with more than 3 goblins if they lose their ability to cast spells.

But even with his not-so-bright head after being hit hard, Fils knew that he was not in good shape, as he found himself firmly bound to a stone pillar by five rough chains, and the smell of sewage flowing from the top was disgusting enough to make Fils grief-stricken.

"Hehe, Venerable Mage, are you awake, would you like a glass of milk?"

At this moment, the strange sound coming from behind him made Fils's hairs stand on end, and his heart sank to the bottom, it was that monster! It was that devil! At this moment, he hated himself extremely much for not giving himself a knife after being hit, it was better than being tortured like this.

"What the hell are you going to do? You don't want anything from me!"

Fils struggled, his eyes glaring at the half-masked guy in front of him, only to find that the cheeks under the mask were so young that there was even some fluff at the corners of his mouth.

It's still a kid!

Fils made a judgment immediately, but the next moment, a sharp pain came from the wound, interrupting his train of thought, and it was Elevenn holding a strangely shaped dagger, the spikes of which had penetrated deep into the wound.

"The look in your eyes tells me you're thinking of something rude!"

Eleven's tone became suspicious, and he pulled the dagger out of Fils's wound with a swoop, threw it into the sewage on the side, and then pulled out the silver pistol from his waist that terrified Fils, and said in a tone of intoxication.

"Look, this is the legendary old man's pistol, a murder weapon that can bring people endless wealth and power, in fact, since it was made to the present, it has only drunk the blood of more than twenty mages, maybe you will be next, but according to the convention, let's start with a game!"

At this moment, Fils fell into an ice cave, and he suddenly had a premonition that maybe he was not as strong as he imagined.

But before he could withdraw from the fear of his thoughts, he found that the guy in front of him had fumbled out of his pocket and pulled out an ordinary gold tower coin (named after the image of the Battle of the Tower in the Northern Campaign), and then cracked his mouth and smiled at him, this smile made Fils's heart tense again.

"Since you're not cooperating with me, I've decided to add a little more fun to the game!

"Huh!"

The ordinary gold coin flew high into the air with the whirring wind, and then was pulled by the gravity of the same size as the earth and swirled and fell, this process has almost been portrayed as slow motion in the eyes of Fils, he watched the gold coin flip, so hoping that at this moment it would be best to use the little magic left to condense into a magic hand and throw the damn gold coin far away and into hell.

But the pain of the wound at the end reminded him that it was all happening, and he could only watch as the gold disappeared into the back and palm of Eleven's hand.

"Reveal the answer! Oh, you're lucky!

"Ahh Ha ha... Hah..."

Fils, who had escaped the catastrophe, laughed hard, but the next moment, the gold coin made a crisp sound again, flying into the sky, accompanied by the devil's flirtatious voice,

"Okay, let me do it again!"

"No, you can't do that!

"Shh

With an evil smile, Elivan raised his finger and gently put it to his mouth, as if whispering to his best friend,

"Actually, I can do that, can't I? hahahaha."

"Oh, it's positive again! Good luck fellow, but now the time has come to really test your luck, Venerable Master Fils, like I said, close your eyes and pray. ”

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Half an hour later, Eleven, who was muttering to himself while wiping his hands with a handkerchief, walked out of the sewers, looked up to make sure he was in the right direction, and then strode to the north.

"Shadow, Demon Hunter United Space and Warlock Four Towers have formed a temporary alliance, the Lord of Shadows Saruman and the Warlock King Trath Leman have gone to the Northern Frontier in person, and even the Demon Hunter Department has sent several of the most elite battle mage teams out, Astrologer Jack Mander, Brilliant Lightning Pitts has traveled far away and has not returned, and now the entire Sam City is almost an empty shell!"

Thinking of this, Elivan looked up at the somewhat mutilated moon in the sky, and showed a smile that was definitely not good-looking in the silver-sand-like moonlight,

"And you... How can I forget you... The third seat of the Tower of Shadows, Bloodthorn Belmons... Hey.. Sam City..."

He laughed like a madman, and threw the handkerchief he had wiped his hands into the trash, and when the flipped handkerchief flew into the basket, the snow-white silk handkerchief was covered with red blood, which almost made people shudder at the sight, and as Elevan re-sank into the gloomy darkness of Bordeaux, the redness of the deepest part of his eyes almost dyed the whole world blood-red.