Jeffta, the fallen Darkfire Mage, felt himself being slighted. This group of Brotherhood chasers is indeed quite tricky, but the powerful characters are all around Mr. W and Zhu Xie Tieshan, and all that surrounds them is a bunch of miscellaneous fish who dare not attack with guns and knives. - Of course, Jeffta welcomed this kind of scene, he didn't want to go head-to-head with a monster like Lady Serfina, not to mention the prestige of the high-ranking officials of the Brotherhood, and the title of vice president of the Wizards' Guild alone was a headache for Jeffta. In order to eliminate the traitors in the organization, the Wizards Guild has developed many equipment and spells for fallen magicians, and the noble lady has many small mechanisms on her body that reduce the affinity of the opponent's magic elements, which is a nightmare for every legal professional.

"Whew!" a long arrow swept around his neck with a strong wind, and Jeffta took two steps back and turned his staff around to the ground, and the dark fire magic erupted from the depths of the earth, and the earth swelled with a mountain of black fire. The Darkfire Mage deftly turned behind the obstacle and pulled out a bottle of blue potion and poured it into his throat, because the temperature was too low, a layer of Xiaoice beads precipitated from the surface of the supposedly never-freezing ice fountain essence, and Jeffta shivered, crunching and swallowing the frozen magic potion into his stomach. After drinking this potion, there were only three blue potions left on his body, and he didn't know how long he still had to go and how many powerful enemies awaited. Although the ghost has been notified of the follow-up troops with a code, the ghost knows when it will be replenished?The Darkfire Mage gasped in pain as he chewed on the ice beads, and the mana had not had time to recover from the repeated battles in the past few days, and he used a tenth of the spirit pool liquid to face the troops against Lady Selfina?Jeffta was not stupid enough to do that.

Feeling the ripples of the spiritual pool, the essence of the ice fountain turned into spiritual power gushing out of the spring, Jeffta estimated that this small bottle of potion could restore half of its strength, and the top priority was to minimize the loss and clean these nobodies.

In a large black-covered book that sleeps in the Wizards' Association and the libraries of major cities, it is written that the combat methods of all legal professions must adhere to the two basic principles of stinginess and cunning, the former is reflected in the saving of mana, the precise locking of attack targets, the distribution of potions, etc., while the latter means using obstacles, traps, feints, illusions and other methods to mislead the enemy, and inflict effective blows on the enemy on the premise of ensuring their own safety. The book is called "On the Self-cultivation of Magicians", and the author is Dubeer Mitz, an eighth-level magician of the Magicians Association, the former chief writer and senior consultant of the editorial department of "Geographical Estimation of the Southern Continent", and a representative of the practical magicians. The year after finishing the book, he was stabbed in the kidneys and bled to death in an inexplicable bar scuffle, and the latter thoughtfully added an appendix at the end of the book: one-man versus many battles are always the most dangerous, and you must find ways to create one-on-one moments in a one-to-many situation, killing enemies one by one, - of course, don't forget to stick two iron plates in your belt, which will effectively increase the survival rate of the mage under the threat of a thief's backstabbing.

When Jeffta was a casual apprentice magician, he stumbled upon this old book that couldn't be sold and was backlogged in a warehouse, and scoffed at the trite insights inside. He eventually founded Darkfire Magic and was expelled from the guild, but in the battles he fought for survival, he found that Mr. Dubayer's advice was quite instructive, and his stinginess and cunning, as well as the two iron plates that never left him, had never suffered a fatal injury to a missing arm or leg in his long career.

Today's battlefield is a flat ice field, surrounded by enemies from all sides, this game is very disadvantageous to the French profession, so Jeffta consumed the only remaining mana to create three dirt mountains, disrupted the enemy's formation with obstacles, and slowly recovered his magic power by hiding in the gap between the two mountain packs.

A swordsman of the Brotherhood who was unlucky turned a corner, and when he saw the black-robed man hiding in the gap, he couldn't help but shout: "...... here" Jeffta held his staff and waited patiently for him to finish shouting three words, dragging out a long tail for five seconds, and then ended his life with magic. The swordsman's call will become a decoy to lure enemies into this death trap one by one, and the three mountain packs are in the shape of "Pin" on the surface, but in fact the internal cracks are quite tortuous, and Jeff Tower, hiding in a dead end, is like a killer spider crouching on a spider's web, patiently waiting for the prey to come to the door. On his staff hung a fluttering black fireball, a semi-summoning magic that could be maintained for a long time by consuming forty percent of the mana to guide the corrupted Darkfire magic "Curious".

"This way!" a magic swordsman with twin swords rushed into the alley and beckoned behind him, not noticing a pair of green eyes staring at his neck. "Whew!" A black shadow suddenly popped out from the fireball on the staff, and it shrank back with a slight touch on the swordsman's shoulder, and the headless body fell to its knees, and the twin knives happened to support the chest, causing the corpse to kneel in front of Jefta in a strange position. Footsteps sounded, two shield infantry followed, and the moment they found the swordsman's corpse showing a look of surprise, black flames whirred across their bodies, and the fallen dark fire burned the armor and flesh into a puff of green smoke, a corpse with a missing left half of the skull and a large hole in the chest snuggled together and slowly slipped down, Jeffta picked up his robe and ran out of the crouch point and turned two corners, lurking in another passage.

"Zizi ......" The black fire seemed to twist a little boringly, and Jefta hurriedly stretched out his left hand to cover a layer of dark fire, and gently stroked the fire ball on the staff: "Don't worry, don't worry, someone will come to play with you later." A black fire claw stretched out, and then the fireball stuck its tongue out and chirped at that claw, looking like it was relieving itself. Jeffta secretly wiped a cold sweat, praying in his heart that the person who was sending him to death would appear soon.

The "curious" are spontaneously aware of the fact that this strange discovery is a by-product of Jeffta's research, and the use of a seemingly unreasonable summoning spell can give a simple sanity to a fire ball of sufficient concentration, which should be considered a type of summoning technique. However, Jeffta has no way to control the "Curious", this temperamental fireball is full of curiosity about new things, and will stick out its claws or tongue to study anyone or anything that enters the attack range, locking on to the target more than ten times faster than Jeffta himself, and the attack power is even more unexpectedly strong. In order to prevent the Curious from becoming dangerously curious about the Summoner himself, Jeffta had to soothe it frequently, making it purr comfortably just by touching it, and through long and in-depth research, the Darkfire Mage concluded that the "Curious" was essentially a ...... of unknown origin Cat.

This spell lasts for more than ten minutes. If he's not afraid of his opponent's attack, Jeffta can simply run around the enemy team with his staff in hand, and the curious's nimble tongue will naturally send a hellish greeting to every enemy. However, there are not such good things in the world, the weak body of the fallen Darkfire Mage makes him can only hide in the narrow and dark crevices and silently wait for the enemy to arrive, some people say that the method of battle reflects the character, Jonah's indiscriminate attack method shows that he is a simple-minded teenager, and Jeffta's crouching style naturally says something else.

The "Curious" took the lives of eight enemies in the blink of an eye. The Brotherhood soldiers no longer enter the range of the three dirt mountains, and Jeffta knows that this tactic has reached its limit, so he decisively sends away the black cat fireball (which whirres at the air with an angry howl and is thrown back to the Atlas) to recover a little mental energy and prepare for the next phase of the operation. At this time, a uniform shout rang out outside, "Boom, boom!" Explosions broke out one after another, and the frozen mound immediately collapsed, "Come on!" Jeffta lifted the hem of his robe and rushed outward, the dark fireball firing in all directions like a machine gun.

Compared to the two battlegrounds in full swing, the confrontation between Mr. W and Mrs. Serfina seems lackluster. The northern elf used the tip of his sword to pull away a bundle of white curls that blocked his eyes, and asked strangely, "Why don't you attack it?" It doesn't matter if it's so cold, you'll freeze." ”

"Ah, you'd better get it first, Mr. Swordsman. The lady covered her mouth with her hand and smiled: "After all, she is a woman, and if she wants to take the initiative, she is still quite embarrassed." ”

Mr. W said, "Oh. Then I'll do it. ”

Lady Serfina chuckled, "Well, you're welcome. ”

The northern elf took a step forward, and the noblewoman's eyes lit up. The simpler the spatial structure, chronological order, and material composition, the easier it is to dissociate the causal law, while the complex spatial composition, long time factors, and diverse material components will hinder the ability to exert its abilities. Used on the battlefield, the one with the strictest law of cause and effect is human, although the human soul has no weight, but it bears an extremely large amount of karma, has an extremely large amount of karma, and Mrs. Serfina must create certain conditions to gradually strip away the system of cause and effect law from human beings, in order to physically really hurt the other party.

As soon as the battle began, she laid six traps in front of and behind Mr. W, and once she stepped into the trap, the disrupted system of cause and effect would cause turbulence in the space and time around the human body, which would give her a clarion call for victory. The noblewoman had prepared the ball of the law of cause and effect "without cause and effect", ready to wipe out the fact of Mr. W's existence altogether, even though she did have a crush on the handsome white-haired swordsman.

"Oh, weird. The boots stopped in the air, and Mr. W looked up at Mrs. Serfina.

In the next moment, the blade of the light saber appeared on the white neck of the noble lady.