There were no combustibles, the fireballs were held up by the magic, and the flickering red tongues of fire looked as if they would be extinguished at any moment, but Lanloth could clearly feel the devastating power within.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Lanlos set his eyes on the maple tree not far away, and blurted out a simple trigger syllable, and the fireball that had originally stayed in the air exploded instantly, leaving a narrow crimson trail that slammed into the trunk of the tree.

Boom!

It was like the sound of a balloon bursting, the cracked bark was torn apart in the sparks, a huge crater appeared on the trunk, and the crimson sparks flickered in a scorched black trail.

Despite being the most basic of the Shaping spells, Fireball is still a force to be reckoned with, and more importantly, its symbolism.

Lanlos clenched his fists tightly and trembled, apparently too excited to speak.

The caster is the world's most high-end symbol of strength, even if the body is weak, but with a gesture, it can destroy the world.

However, every caster has a problem they want to circumvent, and that is the casting chant.

Although it was the first time to cast the Fireball Technique, about ten seconds was too long for even an ordinary person to assassinate him in this time. Therefore, in order to use the spellcasting ability in actual combat, he still needs a period of practice.

Taking a deep breath and slowly retracting the irrepressible excitement, Lanlos's blue eyes returned to calm again, like a lake in the forest, deep and calm.

The woodland next to the golden sand beach continued to hear loud blasting sounds, each time getting tighter and tighter, and the birds and beasts in the vicinity had already fled without a trace. However, I don't know if it was due to the fact that the movement made by the elf boy when he practiced was too regular, an extremely distant and subtle sound suddenly spread in the air, and Lan Luos, who was immersed in compressing the casting time of the fireball spell, did not notice that the forest not far away was filled with the smell of gunsmoke.

The emaciated body fell limply, and the thick dead leaves buried it in an instant, but it still couldn't hide the terrible marks on the corpse of the elven ranger. Dense purple-black whip marks spread all over the body, and the original pink skin was cracked and turned out, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the original appearance could no longer be seen.

And in front of the corpse of this elven team, more than a dozen green figures looked out of place under the golden projection of the maple forest.

"Kergash, my people have paid a heavy price for your plans. Looking at the same number of troll corpses at his feet, Tregra squinted slightly, and with the viscous blood all over his body, a dangerous aura quickly spread around.

These are all Amani's elite warriors, but now they are dying for the plans of the Dark Pine Clan......

On the side, a rickety forest troll shook his shoulders, the skeletal decorations on his body clashing, and the faint hollow sound was terrifying.

"Be patient. As the chief of the Dark Pine Clan, Kergash did not take the other party's threat seriously, "Zurkin asked you to come to assist me, not to complain. ”

"Help? can't you see? We have no way to hide ourselves in this forest, and the battles we have encountered in the past few days have wiped out almost all of my hunters!" he lifted the axe in his hand, as if he could swing it forward at any moment if he didn't agree with him, "but now I haven't seen anything but these rangers!"

Syllable!

Before Tregra could finish his sentence, a swift black shadow slammed into the ground in front of him, scattering large pieces of broken dead leaves, and the air froze in an instant.

"Giggles, you're wrinkled when you're angry. "With delicate skin, rosy cheeks, and a graceful and hot body, it is difficult for any man to take his eyes off her as long as she looks at her. It's easy to overlook the black horns on her forehead, her black legs like sheep's hooves, and the bat-like demonic wings behind her.

Although his strength is not impressive among the Burning Legion, Sayyad is the most important enemy of all Legions to guard against. With their innate cunning, they are able to toy the vast majority of people between applause.

They also have another, more popular name, succubus.

Tregra was well aware of the emaciated demon's strength, and even the Elven Ranger couldn't resist her charisma!

Glancing at the elf who was killed by the arrows of his compatriots not far away, Tregra frowned, and then silently suppressed the anger in his chest: "Slut, it's none of your business, you and your timid master haven't won the trust of Zulkin yet." ”

The sharp eyebrows were slightly raised, and Elisa's blood-red lips hooked a seductive arc: "Isn't it ridiculous that the word timidity comes out of your mouth?"

"Are you questioning me?" the sharp axe in the troll warrior's hand trembled fiercely, and the invisible flames gradually rose in his eyes, "Demon, there is a kind to try......"

Just as Tregra was about to stir up a dispute, a green eyeball crept into his field of vision.

"Before that. Kergas reached out and grabbed it, and a strange grin pulled into his face hidden in the shadows, "I advise you to put your strength on the elves first. ”

As Kergas crushed his eyeballs, a curtain of light suddenly appeared in the shadows in front of him, and the golden buildings of the High Elves appeared like slides, with leisurely elven women, children, and old men coming and going, and the terrifying rangers of the trolls without a trace.

It's perfect!The curvature of Tregra's mouth makes people shudder.

The perfect place for slaughter......

If Lanlos saw this scene, he would be stunned, everything in the picture was all too familiar.

That's right, Golden Branch!

What's even more puzzling is that the Dark Pine Trolls have long been under the rule of the Amani Trolls, and now Tregra, the leader of an elite detachment, will obey the Dark Pine Chief Kergash?

Even more ridiculous, it seems to be an order from Overseer Zurgin. And, when did the demon hook up with the troll?

However, at this moment, Lanlos did not realize the coming crisis.

The sound of fireball explosions near the beach had been silent for a long time, and Lanlos was now sitting in the shade of a tree, wiping the sweat from his face as he continued to deduce the spell modeling.

After most of the day's practice, the novice mage was able to complete and activate the spell model of the Fireball Spell in three seconds. This is something to be happy about, and at the same time a source of distress for Lanlos.

The cast time of the fireball spell seemed to have been compressed to the limit, and whether it was the streamlining of the spell model or the speed at which the magic was ingested, Lanloth could no longer feel any room to go further. To put it simply, he seems to have reached a bottleneck.

What's more, spell casting is tiring, every time you communicate and manipulate magic power, it requires extremely focused mental power, not to mention that you have to cast spells frequently like Lan Luos, and a large amount of mental power consumed in a short period of time can easily cause dizziness, fatigue and other weak states, and in serious cases, it will even make the caster unconscious on the spot.

After learning the limits of his mental power, Lanlos decisively chose to rest. What made him overjoyed was that his mental strength was far stronger than that of his peers. I think it has an inseparable relationship with the keystone and the demon soul that he devoured.

"Wow!"

"Woo-la-la-......"

Several strange shrill quarrels suddenly appeared in his ears, and Lanlos immediately stopped exploring the fireball technique, and lay down on his stomach, completely hiding himself in the grass.

After a while, the elf raised his blue eyes and carefully surveyed the beach not far away.

Fish-men, a dozen fish-people appeared near the shore at some point, and the two larger ones were pushing each other, and the strange and ridiculous language became more and more rapid and intense.

Seeing the crowd of fish gradually divided due to the dispute between the two big men, the corners of Lanlos's mouth couldn't help but hook up a shallow arc.

Is this going to be a fight? Interesting, just let me try the actual power of fireball.

Just as the elven boy imagined that a conflict would break out between the fishmen, and then he used the fireball technique to reap the benefits of the fisherman, the development of events disappointed him.

One of the fish-men in the "Woo--wa-wa-wa-la-......" argument looked impatient, and then, amid everyone's surprised and frightened gazes, he raised his hands, the slime on his scales reflecting a dazzling glint in the sunlight.

That's not a reflection!

Phew!

A blue lightning bolt suddenly bloomed in his hand, and feeling the threat of his life, the fish-man who was still arguing with him immediately retreated, and knelt respectfully in front of him at the same time as the lightning arrow took shape.

With a satisfied smile, the fish-man shaman withdrew the power of the elements, like a big brother traveling, and took a group of younger brothers to stride towards the coastline in the distance.

After a while, there was a rustling movement in the grass, and Lanloth's pale bundle of hair appeared in his sight, and unlike just now, the smugness on his face had completely vanished.

This world is not the world you once was, and no matter what kind of creature it is, you can't make a conclusion from the surface. Shamans and mages have the same thing, except that the former has the ability to cast spells by connecting with the spirits of all things.

And the reason for Lanlos's silence is that the lightning arrow is also a one-ring spell, and the fishman just now only took two seconds to successfully build a spell model.

The difference of a second still proves that the fish-man is stronger than himself.

There is still a long way to go on the path of the caster.

Burying his joy deep in his heart, Lanlos picked up his crutches and walked towards the village step by step. Rather than being hit by the fish-men, if a fish-man shaman appeared on the shore so close to Jinzhi Village, he had to inform Fergus and the militia as soon as possible.