"Lanros, are those the Ethereals that the Guardians mentioned in their Astral Studies?" Gianna quickly recognized the identity of the other party with her extraordinary knowledge, and seeing that the demons were entangled with the ethereals, she asked uncertainly, "Shall we help them?"

The question froze Lanlos.

Surely not a demon.

Help? Hmm......

Lanlos doesn't know much about the Ethereals, but as I said just now, the Ethereal Spirits are seriously divided, what is the Astral Consortium, the Order Faction, and the Avenger Army...... He wasn't sure if the group of ethereals in front of him were friendly.

However, the current Karazan has a huge deviation from the memory of his previous life, and if he can get relevant information from the mouths of these ethereal spirits, it will obviously be beneficial for the next action.

Lanlos, who had been struggling with all these things, finally made a decision, and under Gianna's jaw-dropping gaze, he took off his clothes......

"What are you perverts doing?!"

"Huh?" the wide-minded Lanlos looked blankly at the girl who was reaching out to cover her face and shouting angrily, "Can't you see this?"

"What can you see here? Do you know what time it is? Do you know where we are? You shameless perverted elf!"

Seeing Gianna's eagerness to step herself into the mud puddle with all her might, Lanlos was a little stunned for a moment, and then his eyes fell on his chest and he suddenly woke up.

"I said, do you want to open your eyes and take a look?"

"Look at you ghost!" the girl expressed her indignation in a hoarse voice, if it weren't for the ten fingers together to block her vision, I am afraid that she would have already lifted this guy's heavenly spirit cover at this time, and carefully looked at what kind of filth was contained inside.

"What do you want?" Lan Luos helplessly raised his forehead, "You don't think I'm wearing it inside, do you?"

Yes?

Gianna froze, and after a long silence, her tense fingers finally trembled and parted the two thin lines.

At this moment, Lanlos had already taken off his loose robe, put away the fluttering crow feather shoulder pads, and revealed a dark brown leather armor. Solarion's hand, which wraps around his left hand, glows with a faint metallic sheen, and with the iron chest guard, boots, and sleeves and calves are tightened, it looks like a lightly armored swordsman.

While the slightly wide cloak and four-finger-wide Adruin were somewhat out of step with him, at least no one would physically associate him with the caster.

"You ......" Gianna opened her mouth, inexplicably speechless.

The climate in the south is already hot and humid, who would wear light armor and a robe outside? Moreover, the caster's use of mind control magic is a very precise operation, and the more physical restraints there are, the easier it is to distract and cause the spell to fail. Is the brain sick and wearing so tight?

But was he really wearing this leather armor all the way, and so easily used his magic to kill the ash dragon?

Gianna felt a little messy, and didn't know whether to complain or admire for a while.

"Ahem. Seeing the girl looking at herself with a confused expression, Lan Luos's old face was also a little unbearable, "When you go out, it's always right to be more prepared." ”

Nonsense, it's just that when Kael'thas was generous, he took a well-fitting Ranger light armor with his hands. Although the Evil Tattoo greatly strengthened his spell resistance, his physical defense was still a bit stretched, and it was a bit thrilling to dodge with Flashes and Blade Dances alone.

A well-made set of armor has a significant improvement in physical protection, at least it won't cause trauma and bleeding after a scratch. After all, even if the higher regeneration can heal quickly, there is still pain, and he is not a masochist, so it is best to avoid nature.

As for the problem of the change of body size under the demon form and the destruction of armor by chaotic energy, he would not feel distressed if he didn't need money anyway.

"But, you're a mage. Gianna certainly didn't understand what he was thinking, after all, what spellcaster would risk an increased rate of cast failure to use armor for a physical defense that could be done with a protective magic?

Keystone is a good thing.

Lanlos smiled and didn't dwell too much on this issue: "It doesn't matter, but now it's just a place to use." ”

Without waiting for Gianna to continue asking, Lanros led the way up the strange corridor made of ice in front of him.

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"Ahh

In the nick of the stack, a four-legged monster with scarlet skin and hard scales bit down on the bandage of an ethereal leg. Two dark tentacles protruded from its back, stabbing into the ethereal spirit's chest like spikes.

The soul energy suddenly turned into wisps of miserable white streamer, and continued to pour into the hound body along the tentacles. The monster roared with excitement, and it never let go, even though the dagger in its victim's hand shone with a magical glow tore through its hard skin and flesh.

"Bastard thing!"

In the other corner of the platform, the dark red-robed ethereal spellcaster in the middle of the crowd let out a low shout, swung his staff and threw out a dozen arcane missiles, whistling straight at the monster that was hungry and thirsty for the lives of his compatriots.

Unfortunately, the Hellhound's resistance to magical energy is terrifying.

Before the arcane missile could hit its target, a hound swooped out from the side and whipped its tentacles, devouring it one by one. He stretched out his long tongue covered with barbs and slime towards the ethereal arcane, as if to provoke the other to continue.

"These monsters are capable of devouring magic, don't do useless work. Ahead, an ethereal warrior armed with a dagger and a few hounds left an afterimage to break away from the enemy line and shouted back to the Arcanist who was guarding the rear.

Seeing a few of his fellow arcanists around him begin to cast their spells on the imps holding fireballs in the distance, the light in the ethereal eyes in the center became gloomy.

Not only can the Hellhounds devour arcane magic as food, but they can also draw nourishment from the expensive spell enchantments on ethereal weapons. The warriors' slashes and piercing had little effect, and the situation was getting worse and worse because of the Hellhound's ability to restrain the ethereals.

Coupled with the fact that those petite flame imps hid behind the hounds and constantly threw fire interference, their situation was clearly on the verge of danger.

The number of people has changed from more than 30 at the beginning to less than 20 now, and the enemy is becoming more and more courageous, and there is still a greater risk if he continues to fight.

The Ethereal Spirit turned his head, his gaze under his hood on the clearing behind him. Looking at the huge body lying flat on the ground, his eyes kept flickering, obviously hesitating about something.

Wow!

Just as the Void Spirit was struggling in his heart, a white light suddenly shone behind the demon, and then a layer of frost froze most of the flame imps.

The sudden appearance of a large area of frost nova not only made the surviving flame imps babble and flee, but also made the hellhound instantly nervous and frightened. What's even more bizarre is that as the enemies of the demons, the ethereal spirits have also shown fear.

But thanks to the bandages around their bodies, the change was not noticed by the rest.

The control of the Frost Nova was just the beginning, and at the moment of the ice explosion, a light-armored swordsman wearing a cloak stepped on the frost and brandished the strangely shaped two-handed long sword that instantly rushed into the enemy formation.

Listening to the soft roar of the long sword, the speed of the swordsman was so fast that it was blurry in an instant, and the snowy sword light flickered back and forth in the air. With the roar of the sword, the frost shattered, and the frozen demons near him were all slashed.

At the same time, the Hellhound, sensing the threat, also reversed his offensive and pounced on the incoming man with a low roar.

But instead of dodging, the long-eared swordsman laughed and stepped forward, letting out a deafening roar. The seemingly slender body burst out with a force that made the air around it tremble, and the strong force made waves and slammed into the body of the nearby hound.

The next moment, the demon hounds, who were originally not afraid of death, actually stopped one after another, their tall and strong bodies trembled slightly, and their mouths also let out a whimper of weakness.

Those monsters, they're scared?!

At this moment, the ethereal spirit was also terrified, and he didn't know if it was the shock of the roar of courage, or because of the great contrast between these demons and Fang Cai.

That swordsman doesn't care so much.

The small spellcaster behind him kept chanting incantations, and several magical spiritual lights flashed on his body one after another, and the black-clothed swordsman, whose speed and strength had increased rapidly at this moment, seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning, shuttling freely and swiftly through the gaps of the monster herd.

The blades of the sword retracted, tearing flesh apart, and the demon's wails played a movement, and splatters of blood danced in the air.

Hurry, too fast!

The man looked like a ghost, and the wide cloak not only did not hinder his movements, but instead confused everyone's eyes. The sword in his hand turned into a howling storm, and when the blade flipped, multiple demons were slashed.

In an instant, the situation reversed, and the Ethereal Arcanist immediately came back to his senses, awakened his companion who was also stunned, and immediately fought back against the demon who had become a mess of porridge.