Just as the Templars broke through their elemental attacks to cut off the heads of the Valley Mages, several spikes of light shot out from behind the Templars, piercing their armor and stabbing them in the heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Before the knight could react, he lay on the ground, blood staining the grass red.

It was Rudolph and five Valley Mages who spotted the elemental fluctuations in the jungle and rushed to their aid, killing the Templars who were preparing to attack.

The two Deep Valley Mages were apprehensive and cautiously stepped back, dodging the additional elemental light patterns released from the jungle.

"How many of them are there?" Rudolph was a little excited, from yesterday afternoon to this morning, they had not found any trace of the Sanctuary spellcaster, he looked at the immortal dark red of Paliva City, and even wondered if the acolytes had been wiped out.

"It looks like there should be five or six people. Richard, one of the attacked Mages of the Deep Valley replied.

"Three Templars, several monks, it doesn't look like they're scattered. We earned it. Rudolph judged.

Before the words fell, the light thorns of the Holy Light Spell fell like a torrential rain between several deep valley mages.

Without the protection of the Templars, the power of these spells was nothing to the mages of the Deep Valley, who quickly chanted the Forbidden Spell to keep the light thorns out, while unleashing several mid-tier spell lightning bolts, arcs of lightning that scurried through the jungle like snakes, and several purple halos exploded between the trees that emitted spell light patterns.

Then the trees quickly burst into flames, and the other party used the forbidden circle to protect it, but revealed his own figure.

The Mage of the Deep Valley raised his staff and cast a circle at the shadows running through the jungle.

Several flames burned among the fleeing gods-eaters, and the tongues of fire instantly rose to the height of a man, igniting all the surrounding bushes and grasses, and turning the dense forest into a sea of fire.

The Acolytes still used the Forbidden Spell to emerge from the sea of fire, and they were terrified, but more elemental attacks fell around them.

Monk Eric finds himself in a dead end—the spell net is getting narrower and narrower, and there are fewer and fewer places for them to escape, and even if they use the Forbidden Spell for a moment, they will eventually not be able to escape from the other party's trap. The enemy took them as prey in the woods, and when they were exhausted, they swept them all.

"Leon, we cover you and get out of here. Eric ordered that no matter what, someone had to escape and relay the message to the Sanctuary.

The monks desperately cast a holy light spell to interrupt the attack of the mage of the deep valley, and the monk Leon rushed out of the jungle the moment the spell light pattern concentrated on his companion.

Lightning was struck down by the monks, who had no time to use the forbidden circle, and lacking the protection of the Templars, and one of the monks was quickly struck, and the high-voltage arc rapidly expanded, turning into an extremely bright ball of light, and with a piercing roar, the monk turned into a charcoal.

Leon, under the cover of the Holy Light Charm, ran hundreds of meters away, seemingly escaping the pursuit of the mage of the deep valley, and only wanted to complete his mission.

However, his expectations were immediately dashed, and the flames exploded at his feet, quickly engulfing him, and he struggled desperately in the flames, wails echoing through the jungle.

Eric saw Leon being attacked and closed his eyes in despair. They desperately escaped from the city of Paliwa in order to deliver a message to the Sanctuary. Now they seemed to be weaving a spell cage around them, elemental attacks coming from all directions, binding them firmly in place, and he even saw the enemy mage figure getting closer and closer.

Now we can only hope for the dozens of carrier pigeons that flew into the Iron Mountain.

If he knew that the pigeons had all been shot, he would have gone crazy on the spot.

Rudolph and Master Fukatani were in full control of the acolyte's movements, but they did not let go of their spell suppression, and cautiously made their way to the clearing ten paces away from the monk.

Close combat between the caster and the caster is never above board, and even though the other party is isolated and the mage is much weaker than the average knight, Rudolph still orders the mages in the deep valley not to approach the captives easily.

"Are you the only ones who escaped from the city of Paliva?" asked Rudolph aloud.

The acolytes looked at their enemies angrily and remained silent.

"How many Sacred Domain troops have entered Iron Mountain?" Rudolph continued.

"Why have you rebelled against the true God and followed the dark sorcerers, you have committed unforgivable sins, and the true God will punish you. Blocking the endless stream of spell attacks made Eric pale, but he still questioned the mages who were clearly using the Empire's spell system.

"It seems that death does not threaten the acolytes either. We owe it to them with dignity. Rudolph did not answer Eric's question. He knew that even if these pious fellows were martyred, they would not insult the mission, which was the spirit of a spellcaster.

The mage of the deep valley still bound the exhausted acolyte to death, and Rudolph chanted in a low voice, and the circle of holy crosses emerged from the sky.

Eric closed his eyes in despair when he saw this, knowing that the Forbidden Circle would not be able to stop this terrible spell attack. The monks chanted hymns in aloud, silently remembering the martyrs in the city, praying that they would be able to return to the bosom of the true God like them.

A violent flash of light burst out of the circle, like a supersword, piercing the ground, enveloping Eric and all the monks around him, and the light streaks continued to expand and fluctuate, turning the entire gloomy jungle into an incandescent light.

The mages of the deep valley also mourned in low voices, they had never killed the gods-acolyte before the Battle of Paliva.

"The Sanctuary is not the only place where we can confront the true gods, and killing the acolytes does not mean that we have betrayed the gods. Rudolph whispered as he watched the spell light streak fade and several corpses lay flat on the soil.

He ordered the mages of the deep valley to bury the martyrs, and then continued deep into the jungle to find the survivors of the war and extinguish the flames of their lives.

In the evening, the mages of the deep valley found a total of three teams of escaped gods-acolytes, and one team of god-servants even tried to bypass the border and enter the valley from the barbarians' territory, but was finally blocked by the mages on the way to escape.

After a fierce battle, all the Sanctuary troops who escaped from Paliwa City were buried in the Iron Mountain. The news of the defeat of the war, sank to the bottom of the sea like a boulder.

As Odin expected, the dark warlocks, the renegades, and the tenacious southern frontier people will become terrifying legends, and the entire southern border of the empire will become an uncontrollable black domain. (To be continued.) )