"Roh, Rowe!"

The shouting mage found himself unable to bring the lost Ronald back, and in a desperate situation, he immediately unleashed a beam of magic arrows that flew towards Ronald's back.

Syllable!

Under the effect of the protective ring, Ronald was unscathed. However, his body also staggered several steps due to the impact of physical force. Feeling a slight pain in his back, he shook his head, not fully awake.

"Come back soon!"

Hearing the mage's shout, Ronald was startled and quickly jumped back a few steps. The croaking little devils had already jumped to Ronald's side the moment he was awakened. He jumped back in time, dodging their sharp corners. It was only a matter of seconds, but Ronald, who was relieved, felt a chill all over his body.

Boom!

The corpse of a little demon is detonated by the mage, blasting the rest into the air.

The succubus figure in the crimson mist looms, and it is extremely graceful. She didn't have any surprises about the death of the little demons, she just kept summoning them.

Syllable.

There was a loud landing sound, and more than a dozen little demons appeared out of thin air. However, the little demons who were summoned this time, after inhaling the crimson mist, all their eyes were filled with chaotic blood red with the violent killing intent.

As a succubus from the abyssal plane, the fog she creates can't help but charm enemies and lead to the violent killing in the hearts of those cannon fodder.

Staring at those little demons, Ronald's face was resolute.

I'm going to resist, that guy isn't strong in melee combat!

Ronald's eyes were cold, and after taking a deep breath, he held his breath, intending to rush into the fog again.

"Come back first. The mage stopped Ronald as he was about to rush forward, and he reminded in a low voice, "The pleasure of a succubus is to inflict pain on others, and her favorite thing is to slowly torture enemies through attrition, especially those who are weaker than herself." Don't think that cunning guy is all he can do, or you'll suffer a lot. ”

Ronald was still indignant about being confused and distracted before, and he glanced at the hazy figure with disdain: "You mean, the guy who can only summon cannon fodder and release the fog of charm that he doesn't have is stronger than us?"

"That's exactly what happened. The mage noticed Ronald's resentment, and solemnly re-emphasized: "That Medusa did not come with me, which is the best proof." ”

Ronald was asked, and he carefully confirmed what the mage meant: "Just to make us feel that we have hope of victory?

"I'm afraid that's it. The corners of Christine's mouth were a little bitter, and as he spoke, the mage raised his hand and unleashed a beam of magic arrows, shooting the little demon that rushed to the front to vomit blood and retreat several steps.

Wow, whoa, whoa!

The little devil, half-kneeling, struggled to its feet, staggered and struggled several times, and then jumped viciously at Ronald and them. But only a few meters later, he fell unwillingly.

The mage pouted at the corpse, "You see, this time my magic arrow can't kill me with a single blow. ”

Ronald stopped talking in a muffled voice, and he stared coldly at the hazy beauty.

Sensing Ronald's indignant expression, the succubus triumphantly hooked the corners of his mouth. She straightened her chest and walked quickly towards Ronald, her mouth kept teasing the young black-haired youth: "Oh, hehe, it seems that you are very angry, do you need me to help you lower the fire later?" She paused deliberately, trembling the plump in her chest: "Come here, it really makes me a little itchy to meet such a handsome you in the mountains." ”

Ronald saw that the succubus's eyes were swirling with ambiguous colors, as if there was an invisible suction, which made him feel that he couldn't help but want to look at each other. But this time it was only a brief trance, and Ronald quickly returned to his original composure.

He suddenly turned his head: "We retreat now?"

Just as he was about to speak, the mage suddenly sensed a surge of magical power.

"Stand back!"

In desperation, he strode forward to block in front of Ronald and immediately provoked the Body Shield Shield. With a solemn expression, his right hand quickly drew a small circle in mid-air, and through the short wooden staff, he channeled his magic power to concentrate all on the pale air film, resisting the flame attack from the succubus. The brilliance of several mysterious and cold magical words flashed on the pale gas film, and the mage used this magic power to increase the resistance of the Body Protector Aegis to the maximum.

The mage had barely completed his mana amplification when a large red, almost incandescent fireball was already in front of him. And Ronald, who noticed that something was wrong, didn't care if he had time, and immediately raised his hand to trigger the ice mirror technique.

When the fireball touches the Ice Mirror, it detonates into a burst of flame.

Bang bang bang!

The scorching waves of fire burst out of the fireball in an instant, spreading wildly in all directions, and soon occupied Ronald's sight into a dazzling red brilliance. Their hair was stirred up by the swift wave of fire, and their clothes were taken out of the hunting wind.

The mage pursed his lips and continued to infuse the protective membrane with a steady stream of magic through the short wooden staff in his right hand, struggling to resist the power of this third-order fire magic.

Twing, clicking.

Within the range of the crimson fire massacre, only these crackling sounds could be heard echoing in the ears.

Ronald only felt that his whole body was hot and a little dehydrated, he pursed his lips that were scabbed by dryness, and looked worriedly at the mage in front of him--- mage's brown hair seemed to be a little burned, his emaciated cheeks were covered with hot sweat, and the mage robe on his back was also a small wet. The pale gas film turned into an arc under the action of smoke and dust, successfully resisting the further invasion of the bursting flames.

Beep, snap!

A spark exploded in mid-air, and suddenly splashed into scattered fireworks, heralding the end of magic.

With the dust gradually dissipating, the scene gradually became clear into Ronald's aqua blue pupils--- and under the invasion of the raging explosion, the woods around them were all scorched and blackened, and there was a crackling scorching sound, and the curling green smoke irritated his nose, making him itch and want to cough. On the ground, more than a dozen little demon corpses roasted into pieces of charred black flesh also exuded the unique smell of sulfur from demons. And the whip of thorns was also turned invisible by the power of the bursting flames.

Even his own summons were killed?

Just stunned for a moment, Ronald endured the discomfort of breathing and focused his attention on the succubus not far away.

"Giggles. ”

The succubus covered his mouth and smiled, his body trembled in place, and the white twin peaks were about to come out: "Oh, hehe, your strength is much more powerful than I thought? ”

Ronald tilted his head towards the mage: "It seems that we can't retreat, it's better to rush and have hope." Quickly stirring up the power of ice in his body, Ronald took a deep breath with determination in his eyes: "Cover me!"

Da-da-da-da.

With his feet on the dry, still hot and smoking ground, Ronald held his breath and rushed into the middle of the fog, trying to eliminate the demon head hidden within. He didn't care about the crimson mist that permeated the succubus, he just swung his long sword and slashed at the succubus with fierce slashes. He found that under his stormy attack, the succubus had begun to be exhausted and unable to protect himself.

Whoosh.

Driven by the enchanted ice sword, the azure sword wind kept cutting through the crimson mist, bringing out a deadly sword net. Panic and uneasiness began to flash in the succubus's eyes, and she struggled to raise her dagger and hold on to the spot to resist Ronald's swift slash.

Seeing her appearance, Ronald, who pursed his lips, had a little excitement in his eyes.

Hurry, and hurry!

But at this time, because of holding the breath for too long, Ronald's chest began to feel suffocated. His face was a little pale, and he insisted on holding back, hoping to inflict some damage on the enemy. After a few more swords, Ronald finally seized an opportunity, and the tip of the long sword lightly sliced through the black robe, cutting a shallow bloody wound on the left shoulder of the succubus. But he didn't dare to continue the attack with a sword, and Ronald, who couldn't bear it anymore, rushed frantically towards the periphery of the fog.

"Hmm. ”

The succubus glanced at the sword mark on his shoulder and let out a low cry of pain. A bolt of lightning shot out of the dagger and shot out behind Ronald who was running wildly.

The mage, who had been paying close attention to the battle situation, raised his hand and the magic arrow was activated from the short wooden staff, and the next moment, two bright white light arrows intersected in midair. After a sparkle of lightning, they all dissipated into harmless magic and dissipated into the crimson mist.

Ha, haha.

Ronald finally ran out of the fog and took a big breath of fresh air. He bent over, his strong chest rising and falling greedily, trying to get all the air into his lungs as much as he could.

At the same time, his eyes shone with confidence.

That's it!

Wiped the hot sweat from the vigorous exercise, Ronald, who was replenished by the air, rushed into the fog again with his sword.

After another round of frantic attacks that abandoned defenses, the succubus became more and more embarrassed. Her black robe was tattered and scarred by the sword.

Ronald's eyes lit up as he held his breath, and his hands struggled to slash out a blue half-moon, followed by the long sword lightly skimming the succubus's chest. In an instant, a dazzling red liquid shot out from the diagonal line, and the succubus's body suddenly turned from tight to relaxed, convulsing, and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Ronald, who was already breathing unbearably at this moment, immediately stirred up the Ice Flying Blade. More than a dozen cold thin ice blades, under Ronald's control, shot into the body of the fallen succubus in a volley. Then, Ronald rushed out of the fog.

"Look, Kerry!" said her bruised lips from excessive lack of oxygen, "She's no longer good!

The succubus collapsed motionless to the ground, her black robe was so tattered that she couldn't cover her body, and her whole body was scarred everywhere.

Seeing the graceful body on the ground, and the alternative morbid beauty, Ronald couldn't help but blush and his heart jumped.

It turned out that the succubus on the ground didn't wear anything except a set of black leather underwear and a pair of black high-heeled boots! Coupled with the succubus's angelic delicate face and devilish figure, he couldn't help but have some evil thoughts in his heart.

Mutter.

His throat grunted hard.

However, this primitive ** just came to mind, and it was forced into the bottom of Ronald's heart. He turned his head triumphantly and looked at the mage with a surprised face: "We won!"