For Keller, what just happened was the most significant turning point in his life and fate. In fact, although he had already made his intentions clear to the young high-ranking swordsman through negotiations before, and had also obtained his consent and support, in fact, the two sides had not signed any written agreement on this, not even verbally. Of course, Keller was not as familiar with Yuren's dangerous and strange surname as O'Fariel, but even so, he was extremely worried that the other party would really be on his side, or if he had other plans? Of course, on his side, the young high-ranking lord could naturally get the benefits he wanted in the shortest possible time, and he could also ascend to the throne in the shortest possible time and inherit the family. But these are just speculations assuming that everything goes well. Admittedly, Keller did not fail to think of kidnapping the young lord to his chariot in a more binding way. But in the end, he couldn't do it. From the moment Yuren summoned Keller through his own men, he had completely and completely lost all initiative in this matter, and in terms of status, the other party was an orthodox noble lord, and there was a written acknowledgement. I'm just a descendant of a side clan, and I can't talk about any qualifications at all. In terms of strength, the other party is a high-level swordsman, and he has not even held a sword, even if he wants to threaten, what role can he play? Will the Zack family really turn against a promising high-level swordsman because of this matter? Not to mention that there is a royal family member by his side, although according to the regulations, the royal family generally does not interfere in the affairs of the nobles, but if they really want to interfere, the nobles really don't have much to say.

Because of this and that worry, Keller's mood has always been very uneasy, especially after the previous negotiation failed, he noticed that a team of guards in the family had disappeared inexplicably, which made Keller even more nervous, he understood that after his previous failure, the orthodox people should not be stupid enough to make the same mistake, so where did those people go? What are they going to do? These were all of Keller's concerns, and in fact, when he got the report that Julien had gone to the Zach family, Keller's mood was also mixed.

The young high-ranking swordsman finally made a decision, what was the decision he made, did he ultimately decide to be his ally, or an enemy?

With such doubts in mind, Keller's mood reached its most nervous peak when Yuren walked into the hall. When he saw Julien let go of his hand and let the cursed little bastard run towards the deacon, Keller felt a sense of despair deep in his heart, and he thought for a moment that fate had given up on him. But when Julien said the next words, his already desperate heart was excited again, but just as Keller was rejoicing in Julien's choice, things changed again—Holy grace was above, and he never dreamed that the head deacon of the Zack family, the old fellow who was about to go to earth, would actually be a mage!

Unlike swordsmen, who focus on martial arts, mages are more valued in their status, although they are similar to those of swordsmen. After all, swordsman is a martial profession, as long as he is not born with a disability or has no fighting nerves at all like Ofariel, no matter how he exercises, he can still reach a realm, but in this huge base, people who can finally step into the high-level realm and even become knights are very rare.

Of course, in this respect, the mage seems to be at a greater disadvantage, and in this continent, only the gifted can sense Mana's power and become its incumbent. These people can be regarded as relatively small in number in the face of the huge "ordinary population", but compared with the martial artists who can only have a high-level professional among thousands of people, mages are relatively tolerant in this regard, and one person in a hundred people can become a high-level mage, of course, because the number of mages themselves is relatively small, so even so, in so many years, the number of high-level mages is only a little more than that of high-level swordsmen.

However, compared to the swordsman who stepped into the high-level realm and was only able to defeat a hundred after feeling the power of the soul, the mage was far superior in terms of large-scale attack and lethality. Even those mid-level mages possess considerable strength and can eliminate dozens of ordinary soldiers in a single move.

From the point of view of combat power, most people will tend to judge that mages are more powerful than swordsmen, even if they are mid-level mages, they have the strength to fight when they encounter high-level swordsmen, but if two high-level professionals are facing each other, then what will happen?

Keller naturally couldn't see the true magic strength of the chief deacon, after all, he was not a mage, but from the huge fireball just now, he could feel the majesty and fear that he had never felt before, and at that moment, Keller's original rekindled hope seemed to be poured a basin of cold water on his head, and he fell into a state of extinguishment again.

However, Keller can't be blamed for this, after all, the situation has changed more than he imagined, so it was not until Yuren appeared in front of him and killed a nobleman next to him with his backhand that Keller regained his consciousness from that surprise and stupor.

He subconsciously looked in the direction where Yulian came, but all he saw was a neat row of corpses, those nobles who were supposed to be panicked and dodge under the fireball of the old deacon had all fallen to the ground and turned into cold corpses at this moment, and on the white wall, there was a slender, straight blood stain, no matter how Keller imagined, he couldn't understand how this was done.

"Well, Mr. Keller, we're going to have a good time working together, aren't we?"

"Huh?"

Yuren's voice rang in Keller's ears, but before he could react at all, he felt a huge force coming from behind him, slamming into his body, and the next moment, Keller found that his body had floated into the air, and then fell to the ground. And when he got up again, he found that he didn't know when he came behind the girl.

What's going on?

Keller was in no mood to ask this question, because at this moment, in front of him, a fierce battle was going on that he had never imagined.

The old chief deacon protected the boy beside him with one hand, and raised his staff in the other—judging by the fiery red glow of the top jewel, it seemed more accurate to call it a wand at this moment.

Burning flames shot out of it, following Yuren's figure. The old man had already focused all his attention on this dangerous and terrible man, and he didn't even have time to care about Ofaryl. After all, almost all mages knew that the Illusory caste was their natural enemy, and that all the magic they cast was meaningless in the face of this terrifying magical power. The fireball just now proved it, the powerful magic that could have turned the entire room into char, but in front of the girl, it was nothing more than a wisp of fresh air.

Originally, magic was the embodiment of Mana and the condensation of existence. The Illusion, on the other hand, recomposes the existence into its original Manna energy - and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a natural enemy.

In fact, at the beginning, the old chief deacon was still a little worried, after all, although he had great strength, he was still only a mage after all, and if that girl attacked him, it would definitely be a disaster for him. But then he observed that the girl was just standing there, without the slightest intention of interfering, and looked at her as if she didn't know how to fight.

That being the case, the old chief deacon would not continue to waste time on Ofariel, so he diverted his attention and began to concentrate on the young man in front of him.

In the opinion of the old chief deacon, with his own strength, it is not a difficult thing to deal with a high-level swordsman, and the other party is young after all, and he has a chance, but soon, he changed his opinion.

Magic is a wonderful art and a terrible killing technique. However, at this moment, in front of the young man, he was so powerless, and the arrows of flame that erupted and erupted did not even touch the corners of Yu Lian's clothes. And the most frightening thing for the old man is not this, if the other party is using fast power to escape his magic attack, then it is also said in the past, after all, since he is a high-level swordsman, then he is a strong person who has probed his soul power, and everyone's soul power is different, if this young man's soul surname is speed, then he can still accept such a result.

However, in fact, in the face of the old man's attack, Yu Lian just casually turned sideways, and dodged the other party's attack at the last moment, even if the old man released several flame arrows at a time, he would not let him stop at all, not only that, but Yu Lian was even in the mood to comment on his battle.

"The movements were too slow, and the eyes were not focused enough. ”

Sinking his shoulders slightly, letting a rocket pass his ear, Yuren still had the same leisurely smile as ever.

"Could it be that the mage is only capable of this, and this really disappoints me......... In those glorious days, spells weren't used to play monkey tricks like this. ”

"Humph!"

Knowing that the young man was provoking him, the old man was unmoved, he snorted coldly, and then suddenly raised his staff, and then with a low incantation, the surrounding air began to rotate around the old man, writhing wantonly, the floor was torn, the hard walls began to shake, and even those cold corpses began to melt, but just when the old man was about to lock on to the man and burst out all the energy he was ready to use in one fell swoop, he found that You Lian had already dodged and missed his "lock". It was as if he had seen his actions completely clearly, and was ready to face it all.

"Damn!"

Although he was secretly annoyed in his heart, the old chief deacon couldn't let go at the moment, magic was just a form of energy radiation, and mages were like archers, they needed to lock on to their targets before they could cast energy. However, due to the huge power and accumulation effect of spells, they have high requirements for their judgment and thinking ability, so if they are not able to concentrate their minds on the target they need to attack, then there will be a lot of trouble.

And the young man, who seemed to be familiar with the mage's way of fighting, moved his body skillfully, forcing the old man's spirit to follow him involuntarily, and then there was a pause in a very subtle place, forcibly distracting his attention, and this kind of action seemed to make people feel dizzy as if they were suddenly turning. Although the old deacon who was placed on the table wanted to stop his spell, because the power of the condensed spell was extremely huge, it had reached the point where he had no way to stop it, so he could only grit his teeth and cast the magic he had prepared.

With a loud roar, the swirling air currents and flames became a huge whirlwind, roaring and tearing through the earth, breaking through the walls, and vanishing into the sky after tearing the entire house through a massive rift. The scattered dust spread to the surrounding area for a while, enveloping the entire room.

"The power is good, but the accuracy is still lacking. ”

Soon, the old chief deacon heard the young man's leisurely voice again.

He turned his head and stared at Yu Lian who came out of the dust, the black long sword that he had originally held in his hand had been unsheathed, and at this moment, he was gently pressing the hilt of the sword behind his waist with one hand, while patting the dust on his shoulder.

"It's really the wind in the world that even a guy like you can be a mage......... I finally understand how Larry Bode got into the court mage, and the quality of the mage is really worrying now. ”

As he spoke, Yulian raised his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"But that's it............ Next, then, it's my turn. ”

With these words, the old chief deacon only felt a flower in front of him, and then he saw the man's figure turn into a straight black line and rush towards him.

This is one of the combat skills of a high-ranking swordsman - charge.

It's good to come!

In the face of Yu Lian's active attack, the old chief deacon not felt panicked, but on the contrary, he showed a sneer. The reason why he couldn't do damage to Yuren before was because of the other party's strange dodge moves, although for mages, distance should have been their lives, but it was only for ordinary mages.

Since he took the initiative to rush over, then there was no need to deliberately aim! Moreover, with the protection of his magic barrier, he had no way to succeed!

Thinking of this, the old deacon let go of the boy beside him for the first time, and pressed his hands on the gem at the top of his wand, and with this action, the red heat centered on the old man and burst out in all directions, and the tough wand seemed to tremble and shatter because it could not withstand this huge magic power.

Time seemed to slow down completely at this moment, and the old man pressed his wand in his hand, staring closely at the young swordsman who had rushed in front of him, as long as this magic barrier could withstand his blow, then the raging flames would completely burst out, turning it into nothing. He saw Julien's hand clench the hilt of the sword—and then, the next moment, he felt a terrible pain coming from his arms.

The old man looked down in a panic, but found that he didn't know when, his two arms had been cut off diagonally, and with this blow, the magic power that was still in his grasp was out of control in an instant.

"No ............!!"

Just as You Lian retracted his sword and sheathed it and jumped backwards, the bright red, blood-like red lotus fire completely erupted, turning the entire room into ashes.

(To be continued)