Meanwhile, Dara and Mike are surrounded by three mages.

The two of them were back to back, feeling helpless in the face of the mages who had deliberately kept a certain distance from them.

At this time, they were in the open grassland, and they had nothing but the sword in their hands, but the mages were very wise to keep a safe enough casting distance from the warriors, just surrounding them and not forcing them forward.

"Hand over the amethyst!" one of the mages shouted, pointing at the Dala duo.

His action caused both Dara and Mike to clench their swords nervously and almost roll on the spot. Soon, however, it became clear to them that they had only made a false alarm, and that they had not expected the lightning or fireballs to be launched.

"Talk to him and get his attention. Darla whispered to Mike.

"You want me to be bait?" Mike asked in a low voice, but Darla didn't answer him.

At this time, all of Darra's attention has been put into the upcoming battle, the whole person is ready to go, the thunder sword in his hand is in line with his heart, and it also begins to emit bursts of heat, even Mike has already felt the heat from Darra's body, knowing that Dara is going to exert the power of the artifact again, so as to save the two of them from danger.

So, Mike hurriedly raised his voice and shouted to the mage in the distance, "I surrender!

"Lay down your arms!" one of the mages shouted.

"Hand over the amethyst!" the other mage shouted again.

"Do you want me to lay down my weapon or hand over the amethyst?" Mike asked aloud, pretending to be embarrassed.

"Lay down your weapons first, and then hand over the amethyst!"

"Okay, okay, I've laid down my weapon!" Mike shouted as he threw his sword to the ground as he raised his hands and walked over to one of the weakest-looking mages.

"Stop!" the mage ordered alertly, staring closely at Mike's thick arm, which had already dropped his weapon, but if he was allowed to come closer, he could break his neck with the strength of his arm alone.

Mike had to stop.

"Tell your companions to lay down their arms and surrender!" said the mage again.

Mike had no choice but to turn back to Dara and shout, "Don't you hear me!

Darla's eyes had begun to turn blood-red and she was deaf to Mike's words.

Mike thought to himself: I'm going crazy again. At the same time, staring at Darra's hand clenching the hilt of the sword, I saw the other party's fingers move slightly, this simple signal, made Mike immediately pounce on the grass with the fastest speed in his life, in the most ugly posture in his life, face down and butt up.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the three mages in the distance immediately sent a bolt of lightning towards Darra.

Three bolts of lightning shot from different directions, drawing three straight lines across the grassland, heading straight at Darra, and it seemed that their final meeting point must be Darra's body.

Mike looked up from the grass, and just in time to see Darla holding the sword in his right hand, swinging it outward, and with himself as the axis, he spun around in place, making the sword draw a circle outward, which looked a little funny.

The samurai couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: It's over, this time it's doomed. The stupid boy actually practiced the sword with himself at this critical juncture!

As soon as he thought of this, he felt a strong sword wind blow over his head, spreading outward faster than lightning with a hot breath and a sound that pierced the air.

Wherever the sword wind passed, the blades of grass broke one after another, leaving neat cuts.

The three lightning bolts emitted by the mages collided with the sword wind emitted by Dara in the middle of the process, and there was no sound or the impact texture of objects when they collided, but the result of the visible lightning light and the invisible sword wind colliding with each other was obvious.

I saw that the lightning passed through the sword wind, and it was still shooting straight towards Darra, but at this time, the strength and speed of the three lightning bolts were not as good as before.

Soon, the light of the lightning became fainter and fainter, and the lines drawn on the grassland became thinner and thinner, until they finally disappeared less than five paces in front of Dara, never to move any further.

And Dara has been gathering momentum for a long time, and the sword wind is still expanding outward at an incredible speed.

The stunned mages watched the rupture of the blades of grass ripple towards them, and then realized that the boy they had encountered this time was more difficult to deal with than the rumors, and they all cast a levitation technique, leaping upwards to avoid the deadly sword wind.

One of the mages felt a chill in his lower limbs, and there was a cold touch, and he looked down to find that his legs had been swept by the sword wind. Although most of his body has floated, the remaining small half of his legs and a pair of feet have been left on the grass forever.

The incision on the leg is as neat as the incision around the blade of grass.

The mage let out a loud cry and fell from mid-air. Soon, however, he discovered that his injuries were the least of the three of them. The other two mages, one of whom had been amputated from his thigh and had passed out completely, and the other had been cut off by the waist due to his short stature.

After a few moments, Mike got up from the grass he was lying on, and looked around, only to see that the grassland that had just been repaired by Darra's sword wind stretched out neatly and endlessly.

"I kind of know what an artifact is," Mike lamented, "this can only be a masterpiece of divine power." ”

He didn't hear Darrah's answer, only the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and when he turned around, he realized that Dara had fallen on his back on the grass.

Not far away, the mage with the broken leg groaned in pain.

The two-headed giant, Kruru, strode wildly, holding the old dwarf and the dwarf in his arms with both hands, and the bumps along the way made both of them vomit their stomachs. Even in such circumstances, Bodina did not forget to report to the old dwarf about his new discoveries at every moment.

"Catching up, they catching up. ”

"The wrinkled old mage has come around ahead of us. ”

"There was also a young man who came up from the right. ”

"That one is still to come. ”

"Oops! They surrounded us. ”

"Shut up!" the old dwarf finally roared, annoyed by the gnome's noise.

The dwarf closed his mouth in amusement, and from Todak's voice, he could tell that the old dwarf was on the verge of collapse, and that he was very irritable at this time.

"I don't need to say more about what you should do. The wrinkled old mage said gently.

"Yes, yes!" said the dwarf Bodina with a quick nod. Now that their situation was clear, surrounded by three mages, they probably had no choice but to surrender. (To be continued.) )