After purchasing some dry food, Marvin left the Habsburgs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the outskirts of Habsburg, Marven faintly heard the sound of fighting not far away.

Unable to contain the curiosity in his heart, he tiptoed over.

I saw seven or eight big men with heavy swords surrounding a sturdy figure, and they kept attacking the figure from all directions.

The man in the middle seemed to be a warrior, and he was still not defeated by seven or eight people, and he seemed to be at ease.

A hint of admiration flashed across the corner of his eyes, and Marven looked at the man, only to see that he was almost half the height of those big men, but his limbs were unusually thick, extremely disproportionate to his short stature, and the thick beard on his face almost hung down to the ground.

"Dwarves. Marven whispered to himself, in the entire Middle-earth world, only the dwarves can grow into this honor.

The dwarf held a huge battle axe, and waved it whirringly, and for a while, the big men around him were forced to get close.

Turning his gaze away from the dwarf slightly, on the outskirts of the crowd, Marven spotted a figure he couldn't have been more familiar with.

"Francis, he's not dead yet!" Marven gritted his teeth, and flames of hatred burst out of his eyes.

A year ago, it was this cunning, insidious bastard of aristocrats who buried the lives of more than a hundred of his companions.

Francis was dressed in an old gray robe with a scruffy face, but despite this, Marven still recognized him at a glance.

"Huh~" A magical flame condensed from his fingertips, and Marven silently recited a spell in his heart, about to release his best rocket technique, but when the rocket was about to take shape, he suddenly stopped casting the spell.

Marven's pupils shrank, and he stared fiercely at a man in a black cloak beside Francis, with his keen perception, he noticed a trace of abnormal magic element fluctuations, obviously, the person next to Francis was also a magician.

Marvin had to give up his intention to fight hard, and his figure quietly moved behind Francis.

After fighting for a long time, the dwarves in front of them were exhausted, and their movements were getting slower and slower, and the big men around him began to use wheel tactics against him, and the powerful heavy sword cut bursts of sparks on the dwarf's armor, judging from the strength of those big men's swinging swords, it was obvious that they had also mastered a certain foundation in martial arts, and if the dwarf hadn't relied on the almost indestructible Mithril plate armor on his body, he would have been defeated at this time.

Francis stared greedily at the dwarves that were getting slower and slower, as if staring at a pile of moving gold coins. Since the last Xia revolt, his iron ore mine had been nearly bankrupt, however, after a year of dismal business, Francis ushered in a turnaround.

In order to ensure the quality of the weapons, the black-robed mage promised to help Francis capture a dwarf who is proficient in metallurgy and is responsible for weapon forging, on the condition that he is half of the equity of the iron mine.

This condition was undoubtedly tempting, and Francis hired mercenaries to cooperate with the black-robed mage to hunt down the dwarves.

Dwarves know little magic, but their metallurgy is unique throughout Middle-earth, and they have an almost obsessive love for metal deposits, which is why they are often hunted by humans.

The combat power of the dwarven warrior is extremely strong, and if it weren't for the black-robed mage who suppressed the dwarf's fighting spirit with magic, Francis's mercenary would not have been the opponent of the dwarven warrior at all.

However, after fighting for so long, although the dwarf was physically exhausted, he could still deal with the mercenaries with his excellent armor, and the black-robed mage showed no signs of striking again.

"My lord, that dwarf is obviously almost overwhelmed, as long as you make a move, you will definitely be able to take him down!" Francis looked at the black-robed mage with great flattery, he knew that no matter how powerful the dwarf was, he would definitely not be the opponent of this mage.

"The time has not come, so wait. The black-robed mage touched a ring on the middle finger of his right hand, a milky white light flashed slightly, and a light blue crystal ball appeared out of thin air in his left hand.

"Storage ring!" Marven not far away was slightly surprised, the price of this thing is not cheap, the cheapest in Habsburg City is a few thousand gold coins, and then, Marven's attention was attracted by the blue crystal ball, and he felt extremely strong magic fluctuations from the crystal ball.

At this point, he held his breath and quietly hibernated in the bushes not far away, patiently waiting for the next phone meeting.

The black-robed mage took out a staff inlaid with red ** crystals, and gently recited the spell, instilling all the powerful magic power in his body into the blue crystal.

Francis was puzzled, "My lord, that dwarf has obviously not been able to jump for long, you can just cast a spell to beat him to his knees and beg for mercy, why do you have to make such a big battle?"

The black-robed mage just shook his head slightly, "You don't understand, this kind of person with blood and backbone is not so easy to succumb, if I make a rash move, of course I can defeat him, but, when the time comes, I am afraid that what we will get is only a cold corpse and not an obedient craftsman." ”

"Bloody?" Francis showed a hint of disdain in the corner of his eye, "this is pure ignorance, only fools have those things." ”

Unable to communicate with Francis, the black-robed mage simply didn't bother to pay attention to him, and a guy like him, who was full of money in his head, would never be able to understand these things.

A person with blood and backbone would rather choose to die in battle than give in when faced with a powerful enemy. It was this kind of stupid behavior in the eyes of ordinary people that made the powerhouses of the entire continent feel awe.

Rather die than give in, it is the most unique and tragic way for the weak to resist in the face of the strong.

However, as a powerful magician, the black-robed mage still had a chance to make the dwarf submit to him, and his greatest reliance was on his spiritual magic.

The conditions for casting spiritual magic spells are extremely harsh, and the effect on people with strong wills is extremely unsatisfactory, so before casting the spell, the black-robed mage first used the restriction spell to suppress the fighting spirit in the dwarf's body, and then let those mercenaries and the dwarf keep fighting, and when the dwarf's body is exhausted and the will collapses, he will rely on the powerful magic stored in the magic crystal to control his spirit in one fell swoop.

When the time comes, the black-robed mage will be given a puppet craftsman who is completely obedient to him.

The black-robed mage glanced at the dwarf who was still struggling in the crowd, and although he was already physically exhausted, the perseverance and unyielding expression in the dwarf's eyes still made him feel palpitations.

"What a tenacious soul!" the black-robed mage sighed in his heart, and then, he accelerated the infusion of the magic power in his body into the crystal ball, and as he chanted the spell, the crystal ball shone brightly, and its color changed from light blue to dark blue.

As a fellow magician, Marven naturally understood what the black-robed mage was going to do, and with a flash of sharpness in his eyes, he slowly drew his sword.

After injecting most of the mana in his body into the magic crystal, the black-robed mage re-chanted a strange spell, preparing for the final blow that had been brewing for a long time.

An invisible murderous aura suddenly appeared behind him, and the black-robed mage's face changed drastically, and he had to stop casting the spell.

"Whew~" A huge golden rocket rushed into the face with scorching air, almost burning everything around it.

The black-robed mage hurriedly moved his body while quickly reciting a spell in his heart.

The rocket seemed to have eyes, and it locked onto the fast-moving black-robed mage. The trajectory of motion is changed in mid-air.

At the moment when the rocket was about to shoot at the black-robed mage, a light blue light curtain appeared around the black-robed mage, and in a hurry, he finally formed a magic shield.

"Boom!" The rocket slammed into the magic shield, rolling up a huge wave of air, and Francis on the side was affected by this wave of air, and the whole person flew upside down, and finally landed ten feet away, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The magic shield shook violently, crumbling. After that wave of air disappeared, it actually held up, but the light dimmed a lot.

The black-robed mage secretly breathed a sigh of relief, although the rocket technique just now was terrifying, the magic power condensed was not strong enough, and the sneak attacker seemed to be just a beginner mage.

Although most of his magic power was infused into the magic crystal, the black-robed mage was still confident enough to deal with a beginner mage at this time.

"Guy hiding in the shadows, come out and die, I already know where you are!"

He chanted the incantation, condensing the little magic power in his body, and stared at the bushes not far away, intending to deal a fatal blow to the sneak attacker.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A black shadow leaped out like a cheetah, and the cyan sword struck straight at the black-robed mage.

The black-robed mage was horrified, and hurriedly unleashed several ice picks at the black shadow.

Marven sneered and moved his steps lightly, and the ice picks were dodged by him in a strange way.

"Smack!" the last ice pick struck him, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest, and the milky white halo around him disappeared into the air along with the ice pick.

Marven jumped in front of the black-robed mage at an incredible speed, a blue light flashed, the green cylinder sword let out a slight tremble, and the already dim magic shield was quickly torn apart, and a cloud of blood mist appeared.

"Demon Warrior!" the black-robed mage spat out these words before finally losing consciousness. The dying eyes were full of horror and unwillingness.

After finishing out the black-robed mage, Marven took the long sword that was still dripping blood and walked slowly towards Francis, who was not far away.

Francis had woken up at this moment, and he looked at the god-like man in front of him, and his whole body trembled. "This uncle, I'...... We have no grievances in the past and no hatred in the near future, begging for ...... Please...... Lots of ...... adults"

"Really?" Marven sneered, he eliminated the disguise on his body and restored his original appearance.

"Francis Mine Master, do you remember me? remember the more than a hundred Xia Clan Yin Spirits around your iron mine!" Marven asked with a loud shout as he raised his blood-dripping sword.

Francis's face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and he let out a frightened scream and ran away.

Marven chased after him, and the blue light danced wildly, and in the sword light in the sky, Francis finally turned into a puddle of flesh.

The mercenaries who were still fighting with the dwarf just now were stunned, and in the blink of an eye, their employer and the mysterious helper were chopped into shredded meat, which made them not shocked.

When they reacted, they scattered in a hurry.

Marven didn't plan to let these mercenaries go, these guys had done a lot of bad things under Francis before.

As he gently chanted the spell, a small tornado appeared in front of the mercenaries, and the tornado swooped down on the mercenaries under Marven's control.

After the tornado disappeared, the mercenaries fell one by one, leaving a horrific wound on their necks.

This is a range of destructive magic ------- Marven mastered not long ago, Tornado Blade.