The existence of the black robe is so irritating to Oran Jeffrey, but the latter doesn't seem to take such words as a thing at all, countless arrows have a constant conflict in a short period of time, and after countless destructions, the black curtain will be shattered in a certain moment,

However, this was only the beginning, it seemed that the black robe that had made up its mind to defend to the end, and the second layer of the black curtain was released again, and all of Orangel's archery skills were once again hanged.

For any person, at this moment, he will definitely use his strongest strength to attack, after all, he obviously has the strength not to use it, but to test it step by step, it is really too weak!

But Olanjeffer didn't take the usual path!

Temptation after temptation, looking at the defenses of those black robes again and again, Oranjiefer's doubts have long been born, but he doesn't know what such a doubt is aimed at.

It's just that Olanjeffer has a feeling that if he really tries his best to attack, maybe he is wearing a certain set, then under such an intuition, Olanjiefu doesn't bother to do anything more, and he doesn't even care, part of the black robe is brewing the fact of magic!

What Olanjeffer needs at this moment is an opportunity, an opportunity to solve his doubts, and even kill with one blow.

But it seems that such an opportunity Orenjeffer really can't wait, because at some point, an extremely weak voice suddenly came out of Oranjief's head.

"Save me, save me, save me!"

The movement in his hand was a slight pause. But soon it was back to normal. The voice sounded directly from the head of such a fact. Olanjeffer had already experienced it, but this time it was no longer Mumu's voice, but probably from within the darkness!

The reason why there is such a speculation is mainly because Olanjeffer feels that there seems to be no other existence around here, and he can make a sound in his mind like this!

But knowing that Orangel had never even seen the face of that strange beast once, let alone going to the rescue. Besides, I don't know what to do now, where is the time to take care of it!

The arrows continued to attack those black robes at a continuous speed, even if they still had a feeling of uselessness, but after such a passage of time, those black robes seemed to finally have a little more impatience.

And echoing such an emotion is the constant surging appearance of darkness!

Olanjeffer is a black-robed magician who can feel a part, and the appearance that has just begun to brew is finally ready to move at this moment.

So. Corresponding to this, in fact, the fluctuations of magic power in Orenjiefer's body have finally begun to generate!

I have never taken me first, what I am afraid of is that the first opportunity is a trap. But it was certainly impossible for Orenjeffer to not do anything when the other party had a magical attack.

If you are really like that, what is the difference between that and death?

But the moment the light in Olanjiefer's body appeared, a sound came out in his mind again.

"Can't cast the light!"

"What?"

"Can't cast the light!"

Within the words, it is still full of incomparable weakness, but Olanjeffer can hear a decision from such words!

But before Olanjeffer continued to ask, the fierce fire was a cloud of darkness that rushed towards him, which forced Oranjiefu to subconsciously rush out of the light that he had just prepared.

Darkness and light collide, light is both mutually devouring and mutually annihilating, this is a fact, but also a law that cannot be changed, after all, these two are completely mutually restrained existence!

And in fact, in front of the moment when the two pure magic forces collided, everything that began was indeed happening according to Olanjiefer's idea, but soon, when the darkness and light were about to completely cancel out, Olanjiefu was stunned to find that the darkness had suddenly grown!

As if absorbing a large amount of nutrients, the darkness was an expansion in that instant, and it continued to conflict with Oranjief!

At this moment, the light is gone, the darkness is rampant, and Orenjeffer really doesn't dare to use the magic of light again, at least when he understands what the reason is, he doesn't dare to attack rashly!

But it is impossible to watch such a cloud of darkness pounce on oneself,

Therefore, a silver sword in his hand also appeared, stretched out the bow and left the string, in one go, and that is, the moment the silver sword touched the darkness, the entire darkness was instantly shattered, like a crystal that was concentrated in the core, scattered piecemeal, and then became nothing!

"It's worthy of the protection of the elves, but I don't know, how can you compete with us under the premise that you can't use magic, haha!"

The extremely hoarse voice, even if it was seen that their dark magic did not make much achievement, was still laughing incomparably rampant, even terrifying!

But at this moment, Olanjeffer fell into a rare silence!

What the voice said was indeed true, he would not use the magic of light to grow the darkness in vain under the current situation, but this was not the reason for Oranjief's silence,

The real reason is that at this moment, Orenjeffer has a dialogue with the voice in his head!

"You're the beast?"

"I am the Light Holy Beast!" The weak voice was still weak, but when answering such a question as Olanjiefer, there was an incomparable contempt, even a trace of pride!

But Olanjeffer really has some disapproval,

Don't forget, the magic in Olanjiefer's body is light, so for such Olanjiefer, the Light Holy Beast, a title that he has never heard of, is a bit fake.

But even though he gave a negative in his heart at the first time, Orenjeffer had to consider why this strange beast had a warning to him not to use light magic!

In fact, it is such a discourse that makes Orenjeffer have a dialogue with the voice in his head.

"You want me to save you?"

A little later, Olanjeffer and those black robes actually fell into an absolute confrontation within such a time, but this is only the surface of the situation.

In fact, in Orandjefer's mind, countless discernments and choices had emerged, and eventually turned into such a question.

"That's right, please, help me!"

Even if there is a residual pride in the tone that has just said his identity, but under the fact that he is extremely weak at this moment, there is still enough pleading. (To be continued......)