Elint didn't dare to say more, lest too much urging would cause alarm on the other side. It's called a rat trap, the dwarf thought sadly. He could not move now, but lay on the ground and looked up at the stars in the sky, watching them shine brightly in the dark night, like the crystal veins in the underground cavern. But for a moment, he felt dizzy - the stars were not gems in the leylines, they would slowly change positions over time, and fade from east to west. "Lord of the Guardians, please slow down time!" the dwarf prayed in his heart.

In Elf Lea's heart, she was just as anxious. She wondered what had happened to the three wizards who had just entered the cave, why one had escaped with blood, one had lost his eyes, and the other had disappeared? had they had had an encounter with Siegel, and whether the young man had survived—she didn't dare to think deeply. Several times she looked up in the direction of the cave and the stone stairs to climb. "Maybe I'll be able to rush up this time and not faint halfway through. There was an impulsive voice in the elf's heart urging her to take the plunge, but at the same time a sane voice was also voicing, "When you go up, Irint with the broken leg is left here alone? How long will it take for the magicians to find out? Will the dwarves survive without a long-range threat?"

The answer is definitely no.

Time has never passed so slowly, and the dwarves are still wishing they could go more slowly. At this time, the casters of Knox said loudly, "I can't believe your current situation, after all, you attacked the camp first and killed our people. ”

"So what do you want? Stalemate and wait for the dwarven guards to wipe you out? This is the New World, the top of Mora, our dwarven territory. Under the hammer, steel will melt too!"

"Have your archers stand where we can see and get out of the way. One-Eye shouted, "Don't try to do anything threatening, or you'll die." Death is just another beginning!"

"Alright, let's go. That's the end of today's business!" the dwarf replied helplessly.

Two sorcerers whispered, discussing the dwarf's conditions. "I think there are ghosts in it, and the dwarves are all stubborn tendons, how can they compromise?"

"I don't think so, either, but Carlos, what else can you do? It will take at least four hours to regain full magical power, and it will already be dawn by then. One-Eye said.

"Maybe the dwarven watchtower has been lit with wolf smoke, and their patrol reinforcements are ready to arrive. Carlos added.

"It's all you idiot, if you go to the watchtower on time, you won't let these bastards get their way. Those mercenaries will only get in the way!"

"Don't talk nonsense, if it were you, you'd have left when the Guardian Golem was about to be destroyed?, besides, I'll stay in the camp and let the three of you into the cave in exchange for smoothing that mistake. So don't mention it to me again! You should tell me what you learned in it?"

"No, damn it, I let that guy from Collison snatch it, Jommy was killed by him, and I lost an eye. Damn, I'm definitely not going to make him feel better!"

The sorcerer looked at his one-eyed companion suspiciously, believing only less than thirty percent. Get out of here, I'll have a chance to find out the truth. He thought so.

One-Eye also knew that the more he discussed, the more complicated things would become, so he quickly shouted to the dwarves, "Okay, where are the elves, we can't see!"

At this moment, he suddenly found that his fellow was pointing to his waist in surprise, where the folding fortress was hidden. 'Could it be that he saw it?' In an instant, One-Eye had already prepared an attack spell, concentrating all the life-saving power at the bottom of the box to his fingertips, ready to fight for his fortune once.

"Look, what's wrong with your fanny pack? What's in there?"

'I only have one intact eye, and I'm dead as soon as I look away, so I can't be fooled. This time it's either you or I!' The one-eyed wizard finished the last measure of the spell, and a scorching ray shot out from his little fingertips. His companion hadn't expected the attack, but the countless daily training had caused him to try to deflect his body and try to dodge the deadly spell - plus the caster only had one eye to aim, so the ray was not so accurate - and a circular hole was burned under his left rib, allowing for the charred organs and melted bones in his body.

At this moment, a burst of shining white light burst out from the corner of one-eyed's field of vision, and he also felt the violent vibration of the folding fortress, and a violent magical energy was gathering strength. The sorcerer felt the danger, a sense of fear that reached deep into his soul. He reached out to untie the hidden pouch and toss the folding fortress away, but before his hand could touch his beltpack, a gray arc of light cut off four of his fingers—he didn't feel a trace of pain. One-Eye tried to muster the last of his strength to defend himself like his companions, but the heat ray had drained the source of mana.

An invisible and silent shockwave erupted from him, sweeping across the entire camp, sweeping everything away—rocks, tents, supply wagons, and witch golems. The one-eye, without any magical protection, was also reduced to shards and then swept away. Only the "hole in the ribs" wizard and his back remained intact, and a force field shield was unleashed at the last minute, successfully withdrawing all of its protective power against the onslaught.

In the place where the One-Eyed Sorcerer had previously existed, the black-haired and black-eyed Siegel was standing inexplicably, holding the key to the carry-on space in his hand. A little starlight was flickering at the top of the key, then slowly extinguished, just as it had been when the space had closed.

"Folding the space superposition effect!Damn, I actually stole the space equipment!" Carlos Wizard was furious, and at the same time, his greedy eyes were also fixed on the key in Siegel's hand, it must be a high-level magic equipment, and he even felt the magic energy fluctuation emitted by the key in an instant after the explosion just now. Despite the effects of the blast's blast, he struggled to focus, barely controlling the spell's energy and casting a ghostly grappling field.

Siegel was originally reading books in the Rubik's Cube, and he followed the habit he had developed in the Mora Top Library, first going through the table of contents and the general content of the books before making a reading plan. As he had scanned all the books on the shelves, it occurred to him that a few more books had been thrown into the keyspace—to be tested on the magical piece of equipment when he had just acquired it. So he took out the key and muttered the code word "unlock". The Rubik's Cube suddenly vibrated violently, and everything around him shattered and spun except him. Then Siegel saw a strong circle of light envelop him in, and the circle seemed to contain countless shining stars, stretching into a vast galaxy. The image only existed for a brief moment, but it was deeply imprinted in Siegel's mind. Then he saw himself standing at the foot of the Dragon and Lion Cliff Mountain, and there was a mess around him. He looked around and spotted a wizard from the Knox Guild, who seemed to be chanting a spell?

Siegel reacted suddenly, and he let go of the key in his hand, letting it fall naturally to his chest. It was too late to draw the scimitar from behind, and the fastest weapons to use were the dagger on the belt and the throwing axe hanging from the side of the thigh.

But a large hand made of gray mist swooped down, stretching out its five fingers and reaching a radius of two meters. Siegel was grabbed before he could resist, and he was carried by the force of the impact and rolled backwards. With a wave of his hand, the wizard ordered the mercenaries behind him to help. Siegel noticed that the guys were stiff and swift, and drew their swords one by one. I'm afraid that they will be divided into corpses in a while!

In order to survive, Siegel mustered brute force, and his heart pulsated hard, delivering energy to all organs throughout his body. Like a highland brute, he stretched his bones and muscles to the limit, trying to stretch out his big restraining hands. The gray mist wailed as if it were alive under this savage tear, then cracked piece by piece, and finally dissipated into the air like a balloon.

"What brute force is this?!" the wizard of Carlos lost his mind for a moment. He hurriedly recited the next incantation, but was affected by the injury between the ribs, and the magic power collapsed before it could be built, and the spell disappeared into the void.

Siegel took advantage of this moment to pull out his dagger, and with his other hand touched the throwing axe, tumbling from a prone position to a half-kneeling position. One of the nearest witch golems pounced on him, the meteor hammer spinning, drawing ellipses in the air. The golem had a hollow look and a blank face, so Siegel couldn't tell which angle he would attack with the Meteor Hammer.

A feathered arrow shot at the puppet's eyebrows, and it went straight into the brain. Siegel knew that it was the elven master assisting him from a distance. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the dwarf Elint using a warhammer as a support, jumping on one leg and moving towards him, shouting, "Come and taste the power of the rock!"

The wizards of the Knox Guild were hiding behind three puppet warriors, hands in their hearts, gathering the power of the next spell. Red light emanated from his palm, reflecting on the hideous face, drawing a distorted and crazy shadow. The witch puppet didn't say a word, it was as cold as a machine, and it only knew how to carry out orders.

"Cover me! I'll take the enemy chief!" Siegel shouted, bouncing off the ground and speeding up like a cheetah. He flung the throwing axe in his left hand and smashed the sword of the nearest golem into him, bouncing the obstacles that had been lying in the way.

Siegel squeezed the first golem away with his shoulder as he charged, and he had to rush towards the caster every second. "Get close to the mages and force them to make mistakes!" the dwarf's teachings still echoed in his ears, so Siegel didn't pause at all, charging straight at the wizard of Carlos.

The second witch puppet raised its two-handed sword and slashed down diagonally. A white-feathered arrow grazed the tip of Siegel's hair and stabbed into the puppet's neck. The head was folded back to the side, the arms hung limply, and the hands were loosely released. The steel greatsword falls from the air, but before it touches the ground, Siegel has already crossed the second enemy.

The third witch golem took a step sideways, completely blocking Siegel's path, and its twin knives swung in front of it like a whirling storm of grinder. A smile tugged at the corner of Carlos' mouth, and he only felt that victory was in his hands. But he saw that Siegel's gaze was still focused on him, as if he didn't see that there was a barrier in between.

Siegel saw the twinblade puppet, of course, but he trusted his companion to cover for him, so he didn't slow down, or change direction, and charged without hesitation. A red, sleek, flaming war hammer flew from the side and slammed into the witch puppet's body, and the huge inertia directly bounced him away, rolling more than three meters away on the ground.

So a horse Pingchuan.

The black dagger stabbed directly into the sorcerer's heart, silently and without condensation. With endless fear in his eyes, Carlos already felt the Grim Reaper seize his soul and his spells slip from his fingertips. Before one last whimper could be uttered, the dagger left his chest and plunged into his throat.

Another feathered arrow arrives, killing the first witch puppet.

The dwarf fell to the ground, looked up to see everything, and then shouted with joy: "Well done, child!"