Chapter 159: The Empty City is in the Scheme

Magnus's wisdom in the palm of his hand

glove

Intelligence +2

Magnus Talisman

Magnus flew high-five

Not to mention the blessing of the 'sex' of intelligence, this glove has two triggered spells, one with five rings and one with six rings......

It doesn't need to be described too much, just these two spells can tell how powerful and valuable this glove is...

Magnus is so generous.

However, the only regret is that since this is Magnus's own magic equipment, the legendary mage probably did not expect to lend it to outsiders, and did not have time to attach transformation enchantments such as transformation and shrinkage.

And Lanloth didn't know much about the transformation spells, and the casting of the transformation giant spell on a single pair of objects was a big trouble for him, not to mention that Magnus's wisdom in the palm still had magic equipment with strong spell resistance.

Anyway, there was a short cooldown after the trigger spell was used, and Lanloth simply didn't keep it in his hand at all.

Luckily, the toughness of the gloves is not bad......

"In fact, it's not us who really despise others. Looking at each other, Lanlos was not apprehensive by the other party's wide and terrifying eyes, "It's you." ”

"Now that I have taken Sebutira and saved my companions, what about you, what have you done but wander around here in the woods?"

"You really think of yourself as a bear and a bear, right?"

Chi Guoguo's taunt, Lan Luos's understated words were like throwing sparks into the oil pot, causing the other party to explode in an instant.

Although he didn't quite understand it, Nalorak could see the sarcasm in the other man's expression that made him angry.

"You will pay for your recklessness!"

"But ......" The left hand that had not been put down was flipped slightly, and as the silver-white light on the inscription suddenly became violent, the giant palm that had disappeared reappeared, "Not now." ”

Boom –

Seeing Magnus flying high-fives and kicking up a large cloud of dust and mud, completely submerging the traces of the 'spirit' under the night', Nalorlac was calm, but the people around him could see that the tense muscles and 'flesh' under the 'hair' were like steel.

"I'll catch you and shred your ......"

Ignoring the sound of thunder in his ears, the 'spirit' spirit mage quickly caught up with the others with the help of oil on the soles of his feet.

Nodding to Tommanson, Lanlos immediately approached Aurelia: "Inform everyone to rebuild Sebutira's defenses overnight." ”

"Is it necessary to rebuild?" Despite all the performances of Ranros these days, Aurelia still can't fully trust the mage.

She had witnessed him at his worst, and in just half a year, he had gone from being a refugee to being so powerful and wise. Who can believe it, who will believe it, who will dare to believe it?

Ignoring the other party's continued distrust, Lanlos nodded: "Of course it is necessary." ”

Windranger looked at the other party's insistence, and couldn't help gritting his teeth fiercely and taking a step back: "Okay, but everyone is tired these days, they need to rest, and they will ...... later."

"No, it has to be rebuilt before the sun comes out. ”

"But ......"

"Aurelia. Interrupting the other party's questioning, Lanlos stood face to face with the other party, his blue eyes flashing with a sharp and determined light, "Trust me, at least this time, trust me." ”

The Windranger lowered his head, his eyes resting meaningfully on the exterminator in the other party's hand, and after a long silence, he nodded heavily.

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The first rays of dawn pierced the sky, and it was greeted by a horde of murderous trolls.

Anger had always been a source of strength for Nalorak, but after being teased by the spirits these days, he had learned to control his anger. It's difficult, but it's much easier than getting him to accept defeat.

Walking out of the jungle, Nalorak stopped, and before his eyes, Sebutira had changed dramatically.

The lush jungle that had been used to increase the seclusion of the camp had been cut down and piled up on the edge of the camp, forming a rudimentary wall, and the withered branches and leaves were piled up in the camp, looking chaotic and desolate.

To Nalorak's surprise, there was no noise in the camp as expected, and there was no trace of any 'elf' spirit rangers.

The only exception was the familiar figure on the watchtower.

Lanloth sat on the edge of the watchtower with his feet dangling, a hulturing water elemental curled up behind him, a creation-made transparent straw running from his mouth into the water elemental's body.

It's no wonder that so many mages like to summon water elementals, and although this thing doesn't have a high attack, its ability to disgust enemies is absolutely top-notch. Coupled with its sweet and refreshing taste, it is simply a must-have for home travel.

He took a hard breath, and waited until the cold feeling filled the 'chest' and abdomen, and then Lanlos used his amplification technique.

"Nalorak, I haven't seen you all night, why does it seem that my face has become darker?"

"Ah, I forgot, you're a 'black bear', haha......"

Not to mention Nalorlac, all the trolls frowned at Lanloth's laughter, they were too deceitful!

However, to everyone's surprise, their leader did not let out an angry roar as usual, and his flat tone made people sweat and stand upside down.

"You want to 'provoke' me? In fact, you've already succeeded. ”

Despite not being transformed, Nalorak's voice was still like a bell: "But you taught me something. ”

"Anger needs to be controlled. Looking at the rugged greatsword in Lanloth's hand, Nalorlac's eyes lit up with a sharp light.

"Ha, I'm really a little uncomfortable with you talking to me like this" The 'spirit' spirit mage seemed to be very happy, his dangling feet constantly shaking, like a child playing in the water by the river.

"I've been ambushed once and lost twice, and there's never going to be a third, so let those 'elf' accomplices of your 'elves' come out. Looking at the silent camp ahead, Nalorak smiled disdainfully.

Although the camp that had been cut down from the woods no longer had the concealment ability of the past, the rebuilt defense was very solid, and with the fact that Sebutira itself was built on the mountain, and with Stamka and Sarstora, the two hundred 'elven' troops were really capable of holding off their own troops.

This 'elf' spirit mage is different from those who only know how to fight with themselves, although his tactics are full of holes, he knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. With Stamma in hand, he just had to avoid himself, the so-called troll army was just a string of numbers in his eyes.

Those cowards alone could not resist the fear that came from the bloodline.

"Accomplices?" Lanloth smiled faintly, and although they were far away, he knew that with the blessing of the god of the wilderness, Nalorlac could see his expression, "I don't have any accomplices, they don't dare to go toe-to-toe with your army." ”

If this was said a few days ago, Nalorak would have been very useful, but after experiencing the destruction of the cavalry and the fire in the rear, these words were simply rubbing salt on the wound, which made Nalorak tremble with anger.

"Shameless villain, will you use some shady tricks?" After all, he is a person who has been hot-tempered for countless years, and Nalorak will not completely change his 'nature' in just one night, seeing that the other party is like this, his hand shakes, and he almost gives the order to attack.

However, Lanlos's words made his face change again.

"History and facts tell us that no matter how big or small the trick is, victory is the key, what do you think?"

Why does this kid think that a ten-fold difference in numbers can lead to victory?

As the saying goes, once he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, Nalorak probably would never have imagined in his life that he would actually stop because of a small 'spirit' spirit mage.

Soon, though, Nalorak smiled self-deprecatingly.

Hesitating because of a few small failures? That's not your style.

"Do you really think I'm going to be bluffed by you? Hmph, spells aren't just the prerogative of your 'spirits'. Behind Nalorak, a troll witch doctor stepped forward.

"My lord, there are no living creatures in the camp, he is bluffing. ”

Hearing this, the expression on Lan Luos's face suddenly stopped, and his brows involuntarily twisted slightly, but the fleeting solemnity was clearly captured by the other party.

Nalorak smiled happily: "A little trick is a little trick after all, I want to see, the absolute gap, how can you win?"

"Attack, Sebutira is ours!"

"Taztingo!"

The dense troll warriors erupted into a sky-high roar, and from Lanloth's point of view, it was as if a green 'wave' and 'tide' were surging from the front, completely surrounding the camp in the blink of an eye.

Lan Luos's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he sensed something, he slowly turned around, looked at the water element that was leaping behind him, and then his face 'revealed' a helpless look.

"You say this man always likes to be self-righteous, why is that?"

The trolls' mobility and agility were not much weaker than those of the 'elves', and in the short time that Lanlos sighed, they had already rushed to the edge of the camp, and the seemingly insurmountable simple wooden wall was almost overturned by these long hidden 'legs'.

The forest trolls stormed the camp unstoppably, but no one dared to climb or attack the watchtower where Lanlos was. The effect of Sdomka's fear was still in effect, and although it was impossible to make the trolls flee in panic due to the presence and morale of Nalorak, the fear that penetrated deep into their blood and soul did not give them the courage to attack Lanloth.

The entire edge of the camp was almost overwhelmed by these green-skinned slender men, except for the watchtower at the foot of Lanlos, leaving a large clearing.

Nalorak walked slowly towards the watchtower, and although he still maintained his human form, his strong and unique momentum never fell.

Blessed by the natural magic of the god of the wilderness, his sonorous voice is extremely penetrating.

"Do you think I'm going to be scared if I rearrange the camp's defenses and pretend to have a 'chest' in mind?" Nalorak approached the watchtower, his black hair growing thicker and thicker, and his skin and flesh swelling.

A strong force pressed against his throat, and Nalorak's voice was like a howling wind in a canyon, or like a rolling thunder on the edge of the sky.

"Joke! just a clever bastard!"

"You will still be torn apart by my own hands after all!"

The huge body slowly stood up, the giant bear's gaze was just parallel to Lanloth's position, looking at the huge pupils filled with blood and invisible flames, but the 'elf' spirit mage laughed heartlessly.

"Your biggest mistake is not to be dominated by anger, but to be conceited. ”

There was a sharp whistling in the sky, and beams of meteors rose out of thin air, piercing the sky with scorching temperatures, heading straight for the camp.

No, it's not a meteor, it's an arrow that burns fire!

(End of chapter)

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