Dorn smiled at Siegel, the smile of a viper, the smile of a fox. He spread his hands, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Darkness is my ally, darkness is my ally." ”

Darkness is never anyone's ally, fear is, but I have no fear in the face of enemies. Siegel walked towards Dorn step by step, faster and faster. The full-body armor warriors were motionless, and they had no intention of coming to the rescue. Where are the Assassins?Siegel was in his clearest mind, and he had always had eight points of strength ready to deal with the Assassins of the God of Murder.

Dorne snapped his eyes open, but there was a sudden darkness around him. The brazier and the unquenchable flame could not have been extinguished so quickly, only spells could have such an effect. Siegel felt a wave of magic on his side, and the space was torn open by a small opening, which must have been the enemy's shadow jump.

He sped forward so fast that he couldn't be touched by the enemy even with a long whip, not to mention that he only had a throwing knife in his hand. The Shadow Assassin thinks that the darkness is his ally, but with the help of the True Vision Spell, where does the darkness come from? Where does it come from? Unless these people have more magic than Siegel, there is no point in relying on potions and magical items to stealth.

The two throwing knives flew at Siegel side by side, and there was no sound of piercing the air at all, and it was obvious that this person's throwing knife skills had been practiced hard. Siegel took a little step with the elves, and rolled low on the ground, without slowing down his progress in the slightest, and also avoided the attack of the throwing knife.

"He can see!" the attacker warns.

In the darkness, the spatial fluctuations of the shadows jumped continuously, and one after another black-clad assassins stood in front of Siegel. They all carried crossbows or short bows, but the short swords and daggers hanging from their waists were also threatening. Siegel wasn't worried about the bolts being shot. Under his magical protection, these ordinary arrows without magical aura were no threat. But his primary purpose was not to kill all the people of this temple. It's about finding Janet's whereabouts.

Siegel stopped, his free right hand raised, the runes on his gloves glowing. The fire elemental heeded his call and quickly formed a blazing ring of fire that surrounded him in the middle. The bright light dispelled the darkness and illuminated the narrow eyes of the Assassins. Their pupils are rapidly shrinking to adjust to the transition from dark to bright. If they attacked at this time, it would have been difficult for the Assassins to see what Siegel was up to. Eighty percent is the end of death.

The mage did not attack, but took advantage of this time to observe the Assassin on the opposite side. Including the person who used the throwing knife just now, there are five men and two women in total. There was no pity, no hesitation, but no anger and no honor in their eyes. Blocking an enemy or killing an enemy is no different for them, it's just a difference in mission.

In this case, the only way to make Janet recognize herself, Siegel thought to himself. His fingers flicked slightly, and his mouth whispered a music-like singing. The circle of fire that swirled around his body suddenly split, turning into nine long tentacles, waving outwards as if demonstratively a few times, and then slamming into the middle, squeezing into a small fireball.

The fireball gradually deepens from red. Eventually, it turned into pitch black flames. The flames grew wings and tails, and a small, pointed mouth grew on its tiny skull. Siegel uses flames to bring the image of the demon pet Baron to life. Let it rest affectionately on your shoulder.

Hopefully this would be enough, Siegel held a sword in his left hand and a burning flame in the palm of his right hand - there was a painting like this in his study at Myr Castle. Unfortunately, the Assassins on the other side did not react, and they still looked at him with flat and calm expressions.

"These are the good Assassins," Dorn said to Siegel in a proud tone, holding the emblem on his chest in both hands, "Do you still have the confidence to fight them?"

"It's only seven, that's five thousand six hundred gold coins, which is barely a good income. Siegel laughed, but his heart was in great pain. "Send more people, and don't worry about me. I'm just afraid that some of these people are fake, what if the treacherous elves don't want to pay me, it's better to go back with more heads. ”

Dorn snorted coldly and shook his head, "Lie to you? You think too highly of yourself, mercenary. Your abilities are good, but the only end is to become a template for the Plaster. If I had let all the clay soldiers attack you, you would have been besieged and killed. But a promise is a promise, just like a vow. I'll still give you the chance to face off against the Assassins. ”

"You think I don't have the common sense to know what the Assassins would suffer in a head-on confrontation?" Dorne continued, "but because the great gods have instructed me to do so, let me show you the power of my lord and restore your awe so that you can serve him better." ”

Siegel didn't answer, just looked at the seven people in front of him in silence. Is Janet gone?Reincarnation failure or identity revealed?What should he do now, arrest them one by one, and then use Knox's spells to control them and uncover the truth?He was suddenly a little disheartened, and only the magical power in the depths of his soul was ready to move. He wanted to summon an infinite flame and burn the place to charred completely.

Even though he was motionless, powerful magical fluctuations emanated from him. The Clay Soldiers lacked keen senses, but the Assassins clearly felt threatened. It's like facing a sleeping dragon, and although it doesn't emit its might, just eye contact can cause the deepest fear in your heart. They tightened their grip on their crossbows and took a half-step back to aim, but they did not have much confidence in the weapons in their hands.

Siegel made one last attempt, and he smiled and said to Dorne, "For the sake of my kitten, and for her to free her from the temptation of the devil, I must dig more gold from you." ”

"What?" Dorn frowned, not understanding at all.

None of his Assassins could understand.

"Hahaha......" Siegel laughed wildly, his eyes turned red, like the lava flames of a volcanic eruption: "You all die!"

The firebird composed of black flames chirped, flapped its wings and rushed into the air, and then exploded with a bang. Red rain of fire fell from the sky, like a rain of arrows shot by a military array, dense and uncountable. Each drop of fire was not very powerful, not even less than an arrow, but there were so many of them and so densely arranged that they couldn't be dodged.

The Assassins pulled the trigger in their hands, and their crossbows and arrows flew towards Siegel. He didn't bother to dodge at all, but just pushed his right hand forward, and the wind unleashed by the qi elemental was like a wall of barriers, shattering the arrows from the air. The extremely compressed air rubbed against each other, and the power of lightning was born. The electric light that danced like a wild snake dazzled the human eye, and the boundary between light and shadow became blurred.

The Assassins looked at each other and ducked to their sides. Only Dorne didn't react like that, and remained where he was. However, he was protected by the God of Murder, and the light emitted from the emblem formed a protective shield to help him resist the impact of the electric net.

The rain of fire fell at this time, hitting the full-body armored warriors continuously. If they were wearing real armor, they would only be smashed to the point of pain, not physical damage. It's a pity that the funds of the Solidarity Association are insufficient, and the thin iron sheet can only pray for the effect of deterrence, and the armorer is also a skillful woman who can hardly cook without rice. A large amount of armor was broken, and flames pierced the gelatinous body. The Iron Warriors fell in large numbers, and Dorne's eyes cracked as he watched.

"It's a full-scale declaration of war, come on, subdue him!" Dorn shook his fist, anger finally welling up.

Siegel didn't talk nonsense with him at all, and focused on dealing with the Assassins who rushed up. He knew he couldn't fight seven Assassins at the same time, and Evan might be able to, but he didn't have the skill or the patience. He cast a flame shield at himself, then pulled out a spell staff.

Unleashing a fireball on yourself was a foolish move, but the protection provided by the flame shield was enough to negate the damage, and the Assassins weren't so convenient. Bursts of fire flashed, and even the most agile Assassin was inevitably injured. Flames climbed up their clothes, scorching their flesh and skin.

It was these people who attacked the Elven Forest and caused problems with Janet's reincarnation ritual, triggering everything that followed. Siegel watched as they rolled in the flames to dodge, the anger in his heart ignited by hatred.

An Assassin used the shadow to leap to Siegel's side, stabbing at him with a dagger smeared with poison. No matter where it hits, as long as it encounters blood, this poison will solve the rest of the battle. Siegel didn't give him this chance at all, and with a swing of his long sword, he deflected the short sword's attack. He then smashed the Assassin's teeth with the Fireball Spell Staff, then shoved it into his mouth, activating the fireball.

The exploding skull was full of flesh and blood, but Siegel remained silent, as if he had just done something insignificant. His ruthlessness was no weaker than that of the Assassins of the God of Murder, but his power and means were far superior to him. For a few seconds, he frightened the others, and no one dared to rush forward.

Shame crept among the Assassins, until Dorne shouted, "For the glory of my Lord!" and the light from the emblem rekindled the Assassins' fighting spirits, and the battle resumed. But the barrier formed by the fireball was impossible, and after a shower of fire, the cavern was lit everywhere, and it was too late to put out the fire, and the number of people who could participate in the siege was not enough to neutralize the power of the fireball.

Dorn was burnt out, and directing the battle was not his domain. He could only pray earnestly to the god of murder for his help. Just then, the Murder Sage, dressed in black, appeared in front of him, looking at Dorne with stern eyes. The pastor hurriedly knelt down and prayed for forgiveness for his mistake.

"The template you've found is strong, and you can't deal with him. The Sage stretched out his hand and spread it out before Dorne, "Give me the dagger." ”

Dorne hurriedly took out the obsidian dagger and respectfully placed it in the sage's palm. "Isn't this a weapon used against the Elven Sage? Could it be that Jay is the Elven Sage?"

"Of course not. Your wisdom has been declining lately, and you need to reflect on it. The black-clothed sage said, "Prepare the magic circle of the gel soldiers, new materials are coming." ”

With that, he clenched the dagger, turned into a puff of green smoke, and disappeared into thin air. (To be continued.) )

PS: It's 400 chapters, it's much better. Aren't you very impressed? I'm very impressed, huh.