As the arcane energy completely enveloped the scroll, purple flames engulfed the scroll almost instantly, and the next moment, the magic surged into Lanloth's chest.

In the blink of an eye, four Lanlos appeared in Nalorlac's sight, and in the latter's surprised gaze, the despicable villain who had launched the sneak attack was actually fleeing in all directions.

After a brief moment of sluggishness, the black giant bear let out an earth-shattering roar, and its thick limbs suddenly swelled and solidified, like a full-powered wagon on an elevated highway, and instantly rushed in front of one of the mages.

Rumble!

The strangely dressed elf was instantly torn to pieces by the impact, and as his footsteps came to a sharp halt, Nalorlac's body and vision were once again obscured by the smoke and dust that had been kicked up.

At that moment, three ice spears whizzed towards Nalorak's face.

The black giant bear immediately stretched out its thick bear paws to block its face, but what puzzled him was that there was no pain?

Almost at the same time, the shadow behind him suddenly shuddered, and another Lanloth appeared under the night sky. Familiar position, familiar hand raising movement......

However, he did not continue to cast the Thunder Spear.

Lanroth's mana wasn't enough to sustain him from casting high-ring magic frequently, and he didn't have the ambition to kill Nalorak in one fell swoop, which was unrealistic.

What he has to do is to drag the other party.

I saw a cloud of slippery butter rush to the back of the giant bear under the impetus of the magic, and soon, as the other party's fur turned black and bright, the corners of Lanloth's mouth showed a smile.

Sensing that something was wrong, Nalorak quickly turned around, apparently still reeling from the sneak attack. However, what was embarrassing was that his footsteps suddenly rubbed and rubbed like the steps of a devil.

With a single exclamation, Nalorak's mountain-like body fell to the ground as he rolled on the ground, a large expanse of oily liquid staining the grass shiny.

This isn't a moe.

Lanloth's brows furrowed slightly, and seeing that the oil on the other party's body was wiped clean by the lawn at an extremely fast speed, the elven mage immediately reached out and grabbed it in the air, and a fireball suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Syllable!

A fist-sized fireball exploded in the bear's back, flying with a spark that didn't give Nalorlac a painful look except for some of his hair, which was charred and curled.

But don't forget, he was covered in grease all over his body.

Rumble!

The flames rose instantly, and the continuous burning pain caused the giant bear to let out a wail, and immediately lay on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body by rolling. But he seemed to forget that there were also a lot of grease stains on the grass.

The raging fire brought up a cloud of smoke that obscured the sky, and the giant bear shrouded in flames seemed to transform into an elemental monster from the realm of fire.

Soon, the smell of roasted meat filled the camp, and it was bear meat. However, after thinking that the other party was still a troll in nature, Lanlos showed a look of disgust.

"Retreat!"

As the mage admired Nalorak's pain, a desperate cry from Herios could be heard not far behind.

Turning his head to look, he saw the army of trolls charging again and again. Few people can guarantee accurate shooting in such a fierce battle, and gradually, some of the Amani War Bears finally came to the Elven Ranger.

The few lightly armored warriors stepped forward with light shields, but they were still too vulnerable under the attacks of these well-trained war bears.

The embankment collapsed in the anthill, and as more and more war bears appeared around the rangers, the rhythm of the elves' attacks became more and more chaotic, and the casualties gradually increased. Seeing a steady stream of enemies rushing out of the mountains and forests, Herios gritted his teeth and issued the order to retreat.

Of course, retreating is not to abandon the camp, but to shrink the line of defense to the vicinity of the tower, and the concentrated shooters will be a nightmare for the trolls.

Seeing that the elves were retreating one after another, Lanloth was about to run in the direction of the tower, but suddenly a sharp siren sounded in his heart.

Rumble!

The elven mage had just rushed to the side when a dark shadow suddenly fell not far in front of him. Before Lanlos could see clearly, a pair of thick charred black arms quickly grabbed at him.

With a thud, the translucent shield shook violently, and Lanloth only felt a huge force constantly rushing back and forth on it. The next moment, in his horrified gaze, the shield shattered!

At this moment, Nalorak had withdrawn and transformed back into a half-human, half-beast, and although there were scorched marks all over his body, at least the flames had been extinguished.

"I'm going to break you to pieces!"

Seeing that the other party was taking advantage of the situation to pull away, Nalorak let out a roar of rage, grabbed a large wood knife in his left hand, and slashed straight at the door of Lanloth.

Due to the fact that his right arm was turned into a beastly forelimb by the power of Spirit Bear, Nalorac could only use his weapon with his left hand, which was also one of Azeroth's rare left-handers.

Without much thought, Lanros immediately pulled out the Blade of the Wind.

While!

There was a terrifying loud sound from the blade, and the elven mage only felt that the tiger's mouth was almost torn, and the warm blood stained the hilt red almost instantly.

However, the pain did not stop Lanloth from fighting back, only to see a scorching air current, and dazzling firelight burst out like a wave.

Obviously, the flames just now left Nalorak with memories that he didn't want to recall, and instinctively blocked the door with his thick right arm.

The flameburst slammed into the opponent's chest, and although Nalorak only retreated half a step, Lanlos had already taken advantage of the opponent's face to cover his face, and pulled away from him. Reacting to this, Nalorak immediately raised his foot to charge, but he ignored one point.

Here, it's the battlefield.

The howling wind quickly amplified in his ears, and with instinct, Nalorak stepped heavily into the dirt, forced to stop his forward movements, exerted force at his waist, and bent his upper body backwards.

An arcane arrow glowing with a lilac glow flew almost past his fangs.

Seeing that her attack was missing, Lotherma immediately grabbed the broadsword at her waist and rushed forward.

"Fool, Nalorak will tear you apart!" Fearlessly facing his sword, Nalorak pushed the arm guard of his right hand forward, steadily catching the attack, and then flipped his wrist and slashed the knife from the bottom up.

Knowing that he couldn't resist the opponent's strength, of course Lothema would not attack, and seeing that the opponent was about to counterattack, he immediately retracted his strength and retreated. The blade of the opponent's blade brushed against the light armor with great speed, and with a large spark, a pitch-black mark appeared on the delicate pattern of the breastplate.

"Lanloth!"

Almost as Lotherma shouted, several crystallized magical powers swirled back and forth around Nalorak's body like a flower-piercing butterfly.

Soon, silver steel chains instantly bound the troll's limbs and took deep roots in the earth.

Although it carries the power of Spirit Bear, the unattainable power of Nalorak in human form is greatly reduced.

The chains created by the steel restraints bound his limbs three layers inside and three layers outside, and as he struggled, the chains continued to make a crisp crashing sound, but thankfully, he didn't break free in time.

"Well done!" Rothmar roared with a laugh, then grabbed her broadsword and stabbed it straight into Nalorak's chest.

Burst!

The blade easily sliced through the opponent's skin that had not been changed by the power of the bear spirit, and with the sound of flesh being torn, Lotherma fiercely resisted the hilt of the sword and sent it forward.

Pillars of blood shot out from the screams of the sky, instantly staining Lotherma's armor red.

Seeing the tall and stout troll fall straight to the ground, Lanlos couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, "Where's Darkan? Where is he?"

"Isn't that right?" Lotherma gasped as she set her sights on the edge of the camp.

An elven mage in an ornate robe flicked the brim of his hat, and the materialized magic gathered in his hands. The next moment, the earth began to tremble!

The ground in front of them suddenly bulged, the earth turned out, and thick stone walls rose from the ground, instantly rebuilding a solid defense through the gap in the fence.

As for the trolls and war bears who didn't have time to escape, they actually merged with the stone wall, and the remaining half of their bodies kept struggling, but they couldn't break free.

"Tsk, the arcane is really good. Watching the stone wall construct a meter-thick wall in minutes, Lotherma shook her head and reached out to pull out the broadsword that pierced the troll's heart.

"The leader is dead, these trolls should soon be dispersed, and it seems that the danger in the camp has eased for the time being. Lanlos let out a long sigh of relief, glanced at the mana value that had been reduced by more than half, and sat directly on the ground to rest.

"Really, how do you feel like they're not ready to retreat?" looked at the trolls who had been blocked by the stone wall still fighting, and Lotherma wiped the blood from her cheeks, a look of confusion on her face.

Neither of them noticed that the frightening gap in Nalorak's chest, lying in a pool of blood, was gradually closing and scabbing over......