The dwarf finally broke free from the paralysis brought on by the lightning, and forced himself to endure the stinging pain to re-observe his surroundings. There were blurry colors everywhere in his vision, and he knew that his eyes were hurting a lot. It's a pity that in order to enter the macabda, the gnomes didn't have all of their magical equipment with them, not even healing potions. He had been maddened by the injury just now, and now he just wanted revenge as soon as possible.

With only the faint shadow of his opponent visible, he decided to attack with a fireball, though even a simple judgment of distance was difficult for him. So he used his soul connection to call the demon pet's gaze, at least from another angle to see the battlefield situation clearly.

Then he saw a warhammer grow larger and larger in his field of vision, and then the sudden darkness and the pain of cracking his skull. The death of the demon pet is like ripping a part of the mage's soul, causing the gnome to be unable to concentrate on keeping the spell in his hand. The fire elemental fled in front of him, causing burns on his fragile face once more.

'What other spells can be used?' the gnome's mind spun into the air. Another feather arrow was fired, and the stinky woman who persevered still didn't give up, and the spell to protect the arrow was almost unbearable. It seemed that everything was starting to get out of the dwarf's grasp, and he never expected to meet another human mage in Makabuda. In this operation, is there still a hidden line that has not been discovered?

In a split second of his distraction, Siegel threw the hammer out. Attacks should be continuous, and try to change the way so that the opponent can't catch the rhythm. This was the teaching of the dwarf Elinth, and although he didn't understand what spell combat was, there was nothing wrong with the lessons learned from life-and-death struggles. The spell that protected the ranged weapon finally couldn't keep up with the drain from the continuous attacks, and it died under the heavy blow of the warhammer. The dwarf was hit in the belly with a hammer, and he curled up and rolled backwards with the hammer in his arms.

When Siegel caught up, the dwarf managed to remove the hammer from his chest and push him aside with both hands. He saw a blurred figure approaching him, with a fluttering cloak behind him. The gnomes squeezed all the magical energy out of their bodies, and summoned the fire elemental to come and prepare to use the flaming hand with the last of its strength. This is the second Knox Brotherhood mage to use the Burning Hand to attack Siegel, an anomaly that intrigues squids who also know about this magic spell. Maybe they've modified the spell to be more powerful and harder to guard against?, he thought, stomping on the gnome's right hand hard. When the two palms cannot be combined, this spell cannot be cast. Siegel knew this as early as the kobold camp.

To the mage's surprise, the fluctuation of the fire element continued, and the casting process was not completely interrupted. Siegel quickly crouched down and used his skeletal knuckles as a sword, quickly and ferociously stabbing the gnome's throat and eye sockets. The syllables of the mantra came to an abrupt end, and the mutilated life fell silent.

Siegel checked several times to make sure the dwarf was indeed dead, and then stood up. The raven landed on his shoulder, calling twice as if in merit. It has lost a lot of feathers on its belly and tail, and it has lost its former elegance. Siegel picked up the raven and examined its wounds, revealing that the tight scales beneath the feathers prevented the hound's further attacks, and even the sharp claws and canine teeth could not penetrate the protection. Back in Waterdeep, he must find out what the scales are all about, and Siegel reminds himself that he'd never heard anything like it.

At this moment, a small group of orc warriors marched in a neat procession, a total of ten men, dressed in delicate cuirass, armed with long hooked knives, and carrying throwing axes and scimitars. Their breastplates are painted with red waterproof paint for the Three Eyes, marking the status of their elite guards. Since Baron the Raven was fighting with the hounds and did not patrol the skies, the group of orcs took advantage of the darkness around them to approach the battlefield. When Siegel lifted the raven to examine the wound, they stopped exactly ten paces away.

"Boom!" the orc elite was stunned for a moment, and the leading captain raised his fist next to his forehead, then waved to the right. The orcs behind them quickly stopped like neat machines and parted to the sides, forming a conical array.

Siegel was also stunned, he was too focused on the battle with the gnomes and the injuries of the demon pets, and as a result, he neglected to control the battlefield. Looking at the throwing axes on the waists of the orcs, each warrior had four, believing that with their throwing speed, they could all throw them all in five seconds. No matter how strong the mage's ability is, unless he can teleport out instantly, it is impossible to survive this kind of attack. Even if you use a protective spell to weaken the damage, you may still mutilate your limbs, making it impossible to use the next spell. Siegel couldn't think of a way for a while, but he still straightened up and faced the enemy bravely.

For a moment, he forgot that he was still in skeleton form.

Suddenly, all the orcs knelt down on one knee with a "whoosh", bowed their heads to Siegel, and shouted, "Lokta!" in orc language, which means victory, and is often used as a salute or battle cry. The orc's elite attitude caused the mage to lose his mind for a moment, and then he struggled to think about what it meant, until he remembered his skeletal form. 'Death Knight, the orcs must be thinking of me as a Death Knight. Siegel thought to himself, 'This means that the Death Knight riding the dragon is likely to be an alliance with the orcs, or even have a higher leadership position.' The attack on the Raven Tribe at Harvest Festival was not an isolated incident, but cleared the way for an orc attack. Perhaps the strategy and intrigue go even deeper, after all, there is nothing in the grasslands that can interest the dragons. ’

In the undead form, Siegel is able to discard the influence of emotions on the mind, so he can think more quickly and connect several things. He immediately thought of Waterdeep, where both the Masked Lords' Council and the Mage Federation possessed immense wealth and rare resources, the only of which could impress the dragons. But why do dragons cooperate with the undead, and what's the secret behind this? Originally, Siegel thought that the skeleton riding the dragon was an isolated incident, but judging from the reaction of the orcs, there should be more than one death knight, so who organized them?

The orc captain looked up at the standing skeleton. These undead monsters are powerful and have a strange temper, and they don't know when they will cast death spells. His former captain had been killed by a purple-black ray for drinking bone broth in front of the Death Knight, which was the day's meal. Although he took over as the new captain, he also learned that the punishment from these necromancy was sometimes faster and more harsh than that of the Three-Eyed Warlord Lunter.

Sweat was running down his forehead, and he had never been so nervous even when facing the unruly mountain giants with his bare hands. The Death Knight was holding a raven in his hand (the orc was mistaken), and it was larger than the average crow. He thought of the spell light that had erupted here just now, and guessed that this crow might be a mage's pet.

So where was the owner of the pet? He saw the dwarf, burned by fire, pierced by lightning, smashed in the stomach by a heavy object, and stabbed in the eye and throat with a sharp weapon. The orc captain swallowed hard and felt like he had run into a very tyrannical Death Knight - damn bad luck!

When Siegel came back to his senses, he saw the orc captain staring at Baron all the time, as if he was very curious. He analyzed the other party's thoughts, and in a flash of inspiration, he gave an order to the demon pet. Then he grabbed Raven's neck and pretended to twist it hard. Baron was very cooperative with a "Karma~", spit out his little tongue and hung his head, pretending to be pinched to death.

Then Siegel raised his arm and pointed in a random direction, as long as it was away from the harbor anyway. He remembered to say more and more wrong, and just said casually in an unquestionable tone: "Da!" I don't know why, the orc captain felt that his understanding was beyond ordinary people for a moment, and nodded and replied: "Swobu!" Then he immediately led the team to stand up and run neatly in the direction that Siegel had chosen.

If it weren't for the skeletal form, Siegel would have wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a long sigh of relief, and then calm the excitement of near-death. After confirming that the sound of the orc's elite footsteps was fading away, Siegel returned to his normal state and turned around.

Fezak, who hid on the ground and pretended to be dead, and Mana, who hid behind the chest, also had the same mood for the rest of their lives. Mana, in particular, was glad that she had rejected the "kindness" of the Knox Guild and chose to help Fezak, otherwise she would have become a dead corpse on the ground like a dwarf.

The man in the cloak made it completely impossible for her to see, but the female shooter had a crush on him since he bought her with a dragon's tooth dagger. This favor affected her judgment, and even Siegel's sudden departure in the morning was misinterpreted, and Manna believed that the mage had discovered the Knox Brotherhood's plot at that time. Although this idea is not far from the truth, she mistakenly thinks that her "sneaky behavior" has long been known. 'That's why he arranged for my palace,' Mana's train of thought became more and more deviant, 'he was testing me to see if I could set things right.' ’

"Master Mage. Manna immediately knelt down on one knee, placed her longbow in front of her, and lowered her head, her tense hands and feet limp. In order to disguise herself as a man, she cut her hair into a messy short hair, and although the pale gold color was still very beautiful, now she trembled like a straw in the wind. Just as a knight swears allegiance to a lord, or a mercenary swears an oath to their commander, Manna struggles to keep her voice in tune so as not to break a sentence: "I will offer you my bow and skill, obey your commands, and seek only your protection." ”

It was the first time Siegel had faced such a situation, and he instinctively wanted to ask Sir Bill how to deal with it - but the Baron was not here, only the one-eyed Fezzak. The old man was as well-informed, and when he saw Siegel's inquiring gaze, he nodded, and motioned for the mage to agree.

"Uh, okay. Siegel replied, "As long as you serve faithfully, I will protect you." ”

At this time, the female shooter really calmed down and was finally able to say goodbye to her past. She wanted to smile at her new master, as she did to the Earl's son, but when she looked up, she saw that Siegel had turned his back to her. The mage took a few quick steps, supported the lame Fezak, and shared the old man's weight.

"Alright, don't worry, I'll get you out of here. Siegel said to him with a smile.