Roar!

The two blue dragons erupted in a melodious roar in no sequence, and the next moment, a majestic and vast arcane energy like ocean waves rose out of thin air, and two bright purple beams of light with significantly different thicknesses and degrees of condensation suddenly erupted from their mouths, blocking most of Magnus's dodging routes in a crossover manner.

Why hide, though?

The empty palm was raised upward, and the condensed magic energy shot out of it and expanded at an extremely fast speed, only to see a huge translucent palm intercept exactly in front of one of the arcane dragon breaths. The dull crash exploded, and although the exhausted talisman turned to ashes under the dragon's breath, it still perfectly counteracted its damage.

As for the other one.

I saw Magnus pick up the headwind reaper in his hand, and a pitch-black crack suddenly and silently tore through the space. To be precise, this is not a rift, but an extremely rich shadow energy, a magic known for its ability to annihilate and devour everything!

Almost instantly, a vortex of pure darkness appeared above him. The moment it touched it, another arcane breath vanished silently.

The strength of Ursalus lies in the harvest, the harvesting of life, and even the harvesting of death, including the magic of Schrödinger, which jumps between life and death.

Although deeply frustrated, the two blue dragons also did not have the luxury of being able to solve a legend so easily. The wind that seemed to be falling had crushed the decaying and gloomy woods below into the dirt, and the irresistible body had finally approached the terrace with Magnus's time to resist the dragon's breath.

Just as the latter raised his scythe to fight back, a dazzling light suddenly filled his entire eye socket. But it's not a flash, it's a flash!

Seeing the largest blue dragon disappear from sight, Magnus's indifferent expression finally made a wave.

Whether it is a dragon or another race, body size can always reflect the most intuitive combat power of a creature. Although the blue dragon is best at arcane, a larger body means that he gains longer and has more knowledge. And, even more dangerous!

Hurriedly stretched out his hand and pushed back, and as the talisman reappeared, a white streamer shot from behind almost simultaneously. But when the two come into contact, it is as if a stone sinks into the sea, and everything falls silent.

Yes, everything, including talismans!

It's not an attack spell at all, it's a disarming spell!

Sensing his manipulation of his magic dulled for a moment, Magnus finally understood the other man's intentions from Alex's face.

But it was too late.

The moment he turned his head, the overwhelming arcane energy was already overwhelming him.

On the other side, Teregosa's raised hands, which were also transformed into elves, were rising with magic like flames.

As I said before, the transformation technique of the dragon clan is a real change, although the decline in combat effectiveness of the blue dragon in mortal form due to the arcane form is not necessarily as exaggerated as the legend of Crassus's fall, but there is no doubt that it is greatly reduced.

However, Tyré and Alec's choice is not unreasonable, considering that Magnus is a legendary spellcaster. For example, the meteor shower-like missile storm at Tyris Manor, with the huge size of two giant dragons, it would definitely be fatal in an instant.

After all, missiles will voluntarily deviate from their straight tracks to avoid their own kind in order to avoid unnecessary consumption caused by collisions during flight. Dragons have too large a target area, and it doesn't take much time for the missile to take all the damage.

When the time comes, the dragon scales will not be able to protect their safety.

Rather than leaving two giant targets for a legendary mage, they might as well turn into mortals and delay each other with flexible combat methods.

That's right, delay, even if Tyre's arcane magic successfully hit the opponent, they still didn't have the luxury of winning so easily.

The pitch-black streamer slashed through the air like a blade, and the originally brilliant arcane brilliance was torn apart in an instant, and Magnus's unscathed figure was almost completely shrouded in darkness, like a pitch-black nightmare reflected in the eyes of the two blue dragons.

Without much to say, Magnus, who was good at practical actions, waved Ursalus silently.

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"Merrell?" whispered the familiar name, and Medivan was silent for a few moments, finally putting away the oppressive deterrence.

"Yes, we want you to stop Magnus, and only you can stop him. Quietly relieved, Lanlos said in a calm voice.

There was no response, Medivan's indifferent eyes stared at the other party's face that looked a little messy because he didn't have time to clean up, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the cold arc made the elf mage pull his heart hard.

The increasingly intense heartbeat broke through the chest like a drumbeat, and the oppressive atmosphere made people want to flee inexplicably.

Not to mention the dark secrets of the Guardians, Lanloth had made such a fuss in the other party's territory in the first place, and it was impossible for anyone to ignore it. Seriously, he has no idea whether Medivan will help him.

Luckily, the Astral Mage didn't mention the previous unpleasantness: "Can't you see that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an arcane energy that made Lanlos's heart palpitate surged between the two of them, turning into a white vortex at an extremely fast speed, and as a faint color appeared in it, the image of Magnus and the two blue-robed elves entangled with the magic of the shadows gradually became clear.

"Magnus must have been so determined to trouble me, presumably ready to fight me, even defeat me. ”

"What I know about him is limited to hearsay and written records, and it's obviously more important to know in advance about how he fights than to go to war with such a legendary spellcaster. ”

Looking at the slumped archmages at the edge of the frame, Lanlos's brow furrowed fiercely, and it was clear that he was noncommittal about this reason: "What about them?

"The mainstay?" the indifferent voice rose and fell slightly, and a ridiculous smile appeared on Medivan's face: "You must have too high an opinion of yourself, right?"

"As I said a long time ago, against the Legion, you don't need these fools who stand back. ”

"Lanros!" Tyri grabbed the elven mage's arm hard, and her anxious tone made the latter look at the magic projection again.

Seeing that Alexgos was severely injured for helping Tyre resist the attack, Lanloth's mood gradually became anxious: "Just because a few people go astray doesn't mean that the whole group is degenerate, if you really let the Council of Tirisfa fall like this, isn't it the Legion who is the most proud?!"

"Huh?" The speaker had no intention of listening, and the other party's untraceable hat was buttoned down, and Medivan couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly, "What do you mean, I'm helping the demon?"

The feeling of his throat being choked by an invisible force hit him again, and because of the bitterness, Lanlos had to swallow hard, but he didn't take even half a step back: "If not, then prove it to us, show Merrell, and ......"

Quietly giving instructions in his mind, as Elunis slowly floated forward, Lanloth's solemn words seemed to be forced out of his throat: "Show Egwen!"

People have seven emotions and six desires, as long as they grasp the needs of the other party, the method of agitation is very applicable in most occasions.

Medivan has been cared for by her father Elan since she was a child, but more than a decade ago, due to the riot of the guardian power in her body, the astral mage indirectly killed what she thought was the only relative. This incident was not a big blow to him.

Not surprisingly, this is also the origin of his gloomy temperament.

And since the end of the battle of Gulabash, the appearance of Egwen as a mother must have made Medivan feel that he cannot express in a thousand words. However, Egwen is not a qualified guardian.

Whether it is her status as a fugitive, a traitor, or the purpose of giving birth to Medivan to transfer the power of the Guardian, this does not allow the latter to enjoy normal relationships between relatives.

In just half a year of getting along, what Egwen gave Medivan was not love, but pressure, the pressure to become a guardian, and the pressure to protect the world alone.

You must know that after being in a coma for more than ten years, strictly speaking, the current mental age of Medivan is almost just approaching the threshold of adulthood, and shouldering such an exaggerated burden is inevitable for a 'young man' in the rebellious period.

The recognition of the world and Egwen's identity as a guardian is definitely more than just as light as a feather it seems.

Although it is just his own speculation, but he is a human being in two lives, and Lanlos is very confident in this kind of interpersonal relationship.

The empty room fell silent for a moment, and once again Tyri, who had witnessed her compatriots being battered by the legendary mage, broke it with a cry of surprise, gently pressed the palm of the other's hand on her arm, and felt the anxiety of the imperceptible shiver under the cold and smooth touch, and Lanlos gradually felt the agitation of urgency.

Luckily, he guessed right.

"Sharp-tongued boy, no wonder Lothar and Fao are impressed with you. ”

As if the burden of a thousand pounds on his shoulders was lifted, Lan Luos breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but before the relaxed smile could be aroused, the other party's words made him fall into an ice cellar.

"I need a helper, though, to help me get Magnus's attention. ”