The bottom of the spire was like a land illuminated by the Black Moon Nurinace, the Eye of the Demon God, where even the oldest stars would not be blessed, so Riga could not see the windows that slipped at the edges, the flickering oil lamps, or even the slightest glimmer of light.

But the barbarian threw his weapon anyway, and with his instincts, he flew to the place where the caster's voice came from.

The spikes at the top of the long handle cut through the air with the sturdy back of the axe, and the serrated teeth of the blade stabbed forward with a screech. The long axe resembles a rhinoceros desperately attacking its enemies, running stiffly and slamming into a boulder that suddenly appears in view. The Quaid's sheer power allowed the tip of the axe to pierce into the thick wall, cracking through the rubble and forcing out enemies hiding in the shadows.

"You've completely me off. The red-robed mage snorted in pain, then let out a resentful curse with a heavy gasp. "No one can pass through where I'm guarding. ”

The silent hunter pounced forward like a sturdy snow leopard, drawing his short knife from behind the belt and wielding a stab at where the enemy had stood when the spark sputtered. But there was only a pile of broken stones left, and the barbarians only caught a hot air with a fishy smell.

"You're already hurt. Riga smirked in the darkness, then lowered her voice.

The only answer was a series of muffled spells, and the mage with dark vision didn't think he could defeat the beastly warrior, so he could only cast the spell as best he could, praying that his companions on the upper floors of the spire would capture it as soon as possible.

Cowhide-gloved palms groped in the darkness as the hunter shoved away the surrounding rubble, then relocated the axe along the pit. The tip of the weapon was deep in the stone wall, but the barbarians pulled it out with ease. The uneven stones around the blade of the axe rubbed against the surface of the axe again, grinding a series of glittering sparks and restoring vision to the Quaids.

The dim light only allowed Rriga to see three yards of ground around him, but he keenly caught the scattered and regular droplets of blood on the stone slabs. So the barbarian dragged the blade of the axe to the ground, allowing it to continue to spark with the hard granite.

"I'm going to find you soon. The hunter crouched down and poked the half-coagulated dark red blood spots with his glove-wrapped fingertips. "This tomahawk and stone sparks can help me get out of the darkness. ”

Perhaps the barbarians just kept whispering because of the fear of darkness in their hearts. But it reminded the mage that he had unleashed spells that were more beneficial to him.

"Darkness. The red robe lowered his voice to cast magic around himself, then began to chant incantations again.

Invisible darkness is not something that the light from Mars can penetrate, so the Quaid did not find the hidden enemy, until a strong smell of sulfur made him frown involuntarily.

It seemed to be a poisonous snake that jumped up to attack, and the strong acid arrow released by the red-robed mage quickly stabbed at the barbarians. There was a cacophony of wind in the darkness with only gasps and footsteps. The Quaid turned and lowered his head in a panic, the long axe in his hand in front of him, but the arrow, which was made of acid, suddenly shattered, and some of the blows made a 'ziz' on the axe, and the rest grazed the hunter's head, splashing some foam on the long golden hair.

The thick green acid liquid fell onto the straight braided hair and immediately seeped into the scalp through the gap, eroding the flesh and causing the Quaid to scream. "Damn mage, I'll tear you apart. Rega roared and rushed in the direction the arrow was flying from, the axe swinging hard and slashing through the darkness.

A hard, sharp jagged axe blade slices into the stone wall. It made a sharp grinding sound and then slid down, and struck a ** at the end. The sawtooth sliced through the flesh and bones and got stuck in the floor, but the barbarian, whose head was covered in fresh, sticky blood, was suddenly struck in the chest and took a step back in fright.

"The flame is not extinguished. The mage coughed and spat out a few awkward syllables, causing a glow from the gem set at the tip of the short cane to burn like a torch.

Sharp white light as a sword quickly tore through the curtain of darkness, illuminating the faces of the two opponents and the room at the bottom of the spire. "What a tough brute. The red-robed robe let out a murmur as he spat out the slimy water mixed with blood foam, and on his stomach lay a huge hound that had been cut in two as soon as he was summoned. Most of the thighs were also cut off by the serrated axe blade. A fountain of blood poured out of the wound like a tidal wave, flooding the uneven and pitted floor. "I hope you can survive this war. The mage's sweaty cheeks were as pale as flour. But he insisted on raising his arm and using the tip of his staff to tap the leg of the approaching Quaid.

"With Hirag on top, I will not insult the body of a warrior. Riga took the round handle of the axe in his right hand and pulled it out, then stared at the scorching wound on the left chest of his enemy's tattered red robes. It was a mage who had long been wounded, but he had resisted more than two prayers from the Quaids.

Squatting down his sore thighs, the hunter smashes his foe's throat with a single punch. After watching as the mage lost his breath, he pulled the glowing staff from his hand and found the spiral staircase going up. Lined with oak handrails inlaid with gold, silver, steel, and other metals, and covered with a thick wool carpet with simple patterns, the wide stone staircase curves to the left and climbs to the top like vines wrapped around the trunks of trees.

When I first started. The barbarians hadn't noticed anything strange about the path, but the corpses that appeared before the second turn made him nervous quickly. The Quid raised the glowing staff, then cautiously crouched down and touched the shattered bodies of the dead. There was no smell of blood or stinking bodily fluids, and Riga carefully flipped through the damaged steel armor only to realize that it was just some puppet. The hunter who had once knocked down the Morton puppet on the ice field was not too surprised, so he immediately got up and ran quickly up the spire.

Warlocks relied on the magic transport device next to the staircase when going up and down the magic tower, and the stone staircase only decorated and blocked the enemy's passage. The enemies who had previously broken into the spire had relied mainly on golems to climb to the top, but the barbarians quickly ran to the top of the spire where the battle was still taking place.

Huge fireballs flew and swirled in waves of steaming heat, acid making a 'ziz' sound on the ground, and the Quaids were startled by the remnants of magic before they could get close to the cracked oak door. Carefully dodging and making his way around the door, Riga used his fingers to grasp the dent left by the carving on the wooden door to stabilize it, and then saw through the crack in the door to see the two sides of the battle.

The Warlock of Dragonus still wears the same red robe embroidered with golden threads, but the enemy has a robe of both blue and red. The three horizontal curves on the chest of the blue priest's robe are the water priests, and the rest are the hired red-robed mages who specialize in plastic energy elemental magic, have incredible destructive power, and are born for war.

When the hunter appeared, the battle was almost over. Dragoninus had three warlocks and one knight left to support them, while the enemy was four powerful spellcasters. The remaining water priests and hired mages no longer cast spells, but the blessed puppets of various states have forced the former owner of the magic tower to the edge of the tower.

"Surrender, Miss Olivia. I don't want the most beautiful rose of Longinus to be destroyed in my hands. A high-level ** master smiled and bowed his head slightly, but his enemies still insisted on resisting. The sorceress was surrounded by the other three companions, but the power of the bloodline caused her to hold her sword and answer with the faint streamer of light created by the enchantment on the blade.

"A delicate flower will wither in the flames. The red-robed mage couldn't help but let out a low sigh, and then he suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed it into the blue-robed priest's neck. "But that's the last thing I want. Seeing the middle-aged priest clenching his neck and dying, the mage chuckled and took out a white handkerchief to wipe the dagger clean. He lifted his chin, gray-green pupils staring at the beautiful woman through the gap between his hood and cheeks, and then a strange mark appeared in his mouth.

"Grab her and kill the others. The hired mage spat a cold word out of his mouth, then watched as his companion unleashed a spell to kill the other two weary warlocks. The only knight left by the sorceress Olivia's side was knocked flying by the golem, spitting out a mouthful of blood and lying down on the edge of the top of the spire.

"The daughter of the flame of the dragon, the daughter of Sebstan, the purest and most flawless pearl of the dragon. The tall mage laughed, and then he shrank completely into his robes, hiding his chin in the shadows. "She's in my hands now. ”

At this time, the barbarian finally rushed out from behind the door, and rushed towards the enemy with his legs thrashed. The long-handled battle axe let out a sharp roar as it swung through the air, and Riga controlled the jagged blade to cut the mage's shoulder.

"Ring of Resistance!"

But the well-prepared enemy didn't allow him to make a simple sneak attack, and the tall mage quickly thumped his staff to the ground, and then an astonishing force poured out around him, nearly causing the Quaids to retreat. In the end, the dragon skin armor still helped him, and the barbarian only stumbled before swinging the long axe again, allowing the sharp axe blade to easily cut off a lump of flesh behind the enemy's shoulder.

"You sneak thief!" The mage yelled and cursed away from the hunter, and the other two enemies who were supposed to catch the sorceress quickly turned around and controlled the golem to rush towards Riga. The chaotic battlefield required them to keep the magic left in the spell slots, so the three mages who thought they could easily knock down the barbarians chose to distance themselves and chant spells to solve him.

"You'll regret rushing out of a hidden corner. The mage cursed inwardly and began to chant the incantation, but three arrows that appeared like meteors stopped them in their tracks. The magic shield hidden outside couldn't block the attack, so the three hired mages felt a pain in their chests almost simultaneously, and then fell to the ground foaming at blood.

The emaciated shadow standing on the spire in the distance shifted the large silver metal longbow to his left hand, then removed his hood to reveal his long, silky silver hair that hung down like a tree vine and opened its mouth to the hunter. "Long time no see, Riga. "Of course, the Quaid, who didn't know lip language at all, didn't understand it at all, and it was the sorceress 'translated' who told him.

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