In fact, Siegel's spells are not so powerful, and the sight of spurting blood is caused by the combined action of blood magic and illusion. The mage also added some of the curse effects to it, which could make the wizard feel tired and even prostrate, and the combination of the constant pain caused by the real wound on his right hand achieved the deceptive effect.

However, this method cannot be reused, otherwise it will inevitably arouse the suspicion of the enemy, and it is likely to cause a chain reaction, making it easier to see through the previous spell effect. Siegel then put away the curse weapon and reused the flame weapon. Since he had seized the opportunity, he naturally wanted to take advantage of the situation to attack, which was originally a reckless move, after all, a mage who did not cast a protective spell on himself was too vulnerable. Now that Siegel doesn't have a wand, only two magic weapons, and there are too few spells to cast, he can only win if he chooses to attack constantly.

What's more, the enemy is just a layer of protective spells. When the mages of the Knox Guild arranged the magic array, in order to avoid being discovered by the "Mask Witch Sacrifice", they did not solidify too much defensive power. So the two mages, one in a hurry and the other unprepared, formed this strange battle.

Siegel slowly stepped back, words in his mouth. For a moment, there was a raging flame all around, and the dazzling light made it difficult to open your eyes. The wizard sneered, a disdainful smile on his pale face. He raised his wand with his left hand, pushing the energy of the fire elemental shield to the limit, and pushed it out. A visibly translucent shield swelled violently, engulfing the layers of blazing fire.

Seegal anticipated that the enemy would do this, and the waves of fire he unleashed did not rely on temperature to kill, but were used for another purpose. The dazzling light that erupted at the beginning was only to cover his next move, and the flames annihilated by the elemental shield all turned into black smoke, once again obscuring the sorcerer's vision.

For nearly five seconds, the wizard lost his mage's whereabouts. He realized this and instinctively sensed the danger. A light-distorting spell is being chanted, and he's trying to hide his tracks. 'The distance is enough. He thought to himself, 'There's a ruined wall behind that mage, and he'll go there to find cover.'" ’

Before the cast-shifting spell could be recited, Siegel had already rushed out of the smoke. He pretended to retreat, using flames, and then covering it with smoke to disguise his intentions to rush forward. And it was in his calculations that the sorcerer would not be able to cast the correct spell when he approached. Siegel held his sword at his waist and strode through the flame-strides through the flames. His eyes flickered with a light of psionic vision, an ability that allowed him to locate the sorcerer's wand through the smoke and ensure that the route of the charge would not be wrong.

The shield glowed, and Siegel felt his movements falter, but used brute force to regain his balance and speed. Too much emphasis on the protection of the fire element makes this shield less effective against other forms of attack, while Siegel himself is relatively strong, not much different from a swordsman, not to mention that his elven pace can instantly increase his speed. It took only two breaths for Siegel to rush in front of the wizard.

"Damn, are you a mage or a warrior!" the wizard shouted angrily, dodging to the side with all his might. He also ordered the shield to shrink immediately, preferably close to the skin for maximum protection. Siegel handed his hands forward, and the sword pierced into the man's waist and abdomen without any condensation, leaking through his back. Unfortunately, he couldn't cut his spine directly, but the pierced intestines would also kill him.

"I surrender!" the wizard shouted, staggering and throwing away his wand. "Spare my life, I surrender. ”

Siegel blinked, let go of the sword, and let the weapon remain in the enemy's stomach. He showed a smile, and although it was expressed by the zombie-like face, there was only terror in this smile, but he was still laughing: "How are you going to surrender?"

"I'm willing to ......"

Before the sorcerer could finish his words, a dragon's tooth dagger had already been inserted into his mouth. With a twist of his wrist, Siegel was sure that the dagger had ruffled the wizard's tongue and throat. A large amount of blood spurted out of the man's mouth and flowed out of the handle of the dagger. The wizard's eyes widened, trying to use the last of his strength to recite a spell to activate his magical equipment. But he couldn't speak at all, and blood and shredded flesh filled his mouth and throat. His last action was to stomp his foot three times, and then with a face full of reluctance and fear of death, he fell limply backwards.

Siegel drew his sword and slashed horizontally, cutting off the sorcerer's head. It was only then that Siegel was truly reassured. As long as a mage can still speak and move, then his threat will not be reduced. Even against a warrior who has lost his weapon, he must always be careful with his fists and knees, not to mention the much more versatile spellcaster.

He didn't have time to rest, the constant black smoke from Bacon Town would attract too much attention, and he had to get out before the orc patrol arrived. But he won't forget to loot the loot. Wand, Siegel finally got a wand again, albeit a little uncomfortable, but enough to cast all kinds of spells. Of course, he wouldn't forget to bring the spell kit and all the paper stuff with the wizard, and it wasn't time to tell if it was a magic book or anything else. The wizard's ring seemed to be a magical item, and while begging for mercy, Siegel saw the ring glow slightly. Some cunning mages will set the activation spell for magic items to "I surrender", "Please let me go", etc., and perhaps this ring is one of them.

The contents of the witch house were also roughly cleaned, and Siegel got a money bag containing bone coins used by the orcs, and he finally got rid of the dilemma of having to pay his bills with silver ingots and gems. He turned back into human form, put on warm clothes, and put all kinds of bottles and cans in the key space. In the house of the witch priest, he also found a good sling, but there was no suitable ammunition. He would love to have a crossbow so that it would be much safer for both hunting and self-defense. Thinking of this, Baron the raven screamed angrily, reminding its master of its ability to spit. Siegel stroked its feathers and sent it into the sky, circling to scout what was going on around it.

With his undead form, Siegel can turn into a skeleton as a last resort to avoid hunger, thirst, sleepiness, or even breathlessness, at the cost of losing his creature vitality and becoming an emotionless walking corpse. But in any case, Baron needed to eat, and it had a good appetite, about the same as a three-year-old boy.

Siegel also wanted to go to General Kaka's convoy, but he was afraid that it would be too late, who knew if there would be wolf cavalry patrols in the wasteland? and the town was covered in heavy snow, and it was expected that no new snow would fall in a few days, and he had to consider covering up his tracks. Using the elven step will keep your feet from getting stuck in the snow, but it will also limit the amount of weight you can carry. Siegel kept as much weight as he could in the space, but that didn't add much to his belongings.

After all, the clothes, chain mail, and weapons were already heavy, and Siegel thought to himself if there was something to carry around. At this time, he recalled the yaks that General Kaka used to pull the convoy of slaves, and those animals would probably have survived if they had been kept on a leash. Siegel immediately sent the ravens to scout, but he didn't see any living yaks, poor animals that had long been seen as pieces by the mad orcs. However, he discovers an unexpected living person: Linko.

This human from the south, the head of the village of Stubborn Stone, did not get the treatment he wanted when he betrayed the information. Since the orc patrol had failed to find the human spy mage he claimed to be, General Kaka ordered the to be locked in a cage to be skinned during the celebration. Since then, Linko has been in a state of great fear. One after another slaves were pulled out of the cage and tied to a rack to be skinned, and the screams of wanting to die almost broke him. When he was the only one left in the cage, the Guild's spell was activated.

His spirit was already on the verge of collapse, and the madman's mind was difficult to interfere with, so the wraiths didn't pay much attention. The iron cage protected him from being hacked to death by the crazy orcs. When the morning sun rose and everything calmed down, Lin Ke had no strength to struggle. His eyes were blank, just staring blankly at the sky. The spirits that had helped him looked at him with pity, saying nothing, and answering his prayers without answering.

Siegel stood in front of him, his blood-stained sword in his hand. He looked at the paralyzed Lin Ke, and saw that his face was full of wounds, all of which he had scratched with his own fingers, and there were rolled nail fragments in the wounds. Siegel sighed and cast a spell on him that would stabilize his emotions. Curse spells in blood magic can be both exhilarating and frightening, and these are different manifestations of spells. Siegel just needs to use it in the right way.

Linko lowered his head and looked at Siegel with a calm face—under the effect of spells, it was difficult for him to be scared and excited.

"Do you have any information about betraying me to the orcs?" Siegel asked.

Linko closed his eyes and recalled the time when he found himself in the town's alleys, reporting to the orc commander. That person is not me, just a fool who has gone astray for a while. Retribution always arrives quickly and punctually without realizing it, and Mother Earth is right. Just like a feller will lose water and soil, a person who overkills will lose food, and what will happen to a person who betrays a guest, it is estimated that it is a sword through the heart, at least a clean and neat way to die.

But Lin Ke doesn't want to die, all traitors are always greedy, and it is impossible to face life and death. He hesitated for a long time, and finally said tremblingly: "Siegel, I didn't betray you......"

The heavenly spirits turned away and stopped looking at Linko. Only then did he suddenly wake up and realize that he was wrong on top of wrong. Death is terrible, but flesh and blood must die, and what happens to the souls after they die? He hurriedly begged for mercy and said to Siegel: "I was wrong, it was my ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Siegel plunged his sword into his heart, cleanly. He had been using spells to keep Lin Ke's mind calm, and he could naturally feel all the changes in his emotions. Whether it was fear, timidity, or weakness, he could immediately detect it. The moment Linko told the lie, Siegel already knew. Siegel has no reason to be soft on a traitor who betrays his friends.

Linko's last words left in the world were: "I'm sorry. ”