The brief exchange of eyes ended, and a stormy collision ensued.

Flying up, Joraci flicked his right foot in the air and struggled forward with the sound of the howling wind. Because of the inertia of blocking the opponent's dagger, Moros had no way to dodge in time, but he didn't seem to want to dodge either.

Squatting slightly with his legs, the old butler pushed his left shoulder forward, accompanied by a dull impact sound, and actually took the opponent's kick steadily. At the same time, his other hand suddenly flipped over, and a dagger that had been pulled out of nowhere thrust forward like lightning.

Surprised by the ability of the opponent's seemingly aging body to resist blows, Choraci was unable to perfectly avoid the opponent's puncture. Despite relying on his agility to perform difficult C-shaped gymnastics movements in the air, the sharp dagger cut through his leather armor, leaving a scarlet mark on his waist.

Come and don't get along, it's rude.

The Duke's movements did not pause at the slightest hint of the skin injury, and almost as soon as the opponent's arm was fully extended, another dagger appeared in his other hand.

Burst!

The sharp dagger was like a viper's fangs, piercing Moros's wrist in an instant. With a meritorious blow, Jolazi did not stop, and his other foot bounced up and kicked on the opponent's thigh, and jumped far backwards with his strength.

In a few seconds, a series of actions made by both sides can be described as smooth and dizzying.

The thigh was hit hard, and Morros's body only shook slightly, and he was not temporarily paralyzed as Jorage expected. This scene made the latter frown, if the first kick was an effective block and did not have the effect it should have, then this kick, in such a surprise situation, still failed to cause effective damage.

Could it be that this old man's body is made of steel and iron?

However, what surprised him even more was yet to come.

Moros glanced at the dagger that pierced through the wrist of his right hand, and then pulled it out without hesitation.

Seeing that the other party shook his arm like a nobody, Joraczi's eyes narrowed slightly.

As the founder of Ravenhod, he was immensely confident in his attacks. He already knows a lot about the anatomy of the human body.

With his rich experience and the feel of the knife just now, he could pat his chest and affirm that the blade had penetrated the bone gap of the wrist joint just right.

How ......could his right hand still move normally?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through Jorazi's mind, and a look of realization immediately appeared on his face.

"Magic...... It seems that the so-called guardians really have two brushes. ”

Moros didn't respond, still standing in the same posture that seemed to be rickety. But Joraci knew that behind this fragile and aging figure stood an incomparably powerful spellcaster.

But is that really the case?

If Chorazi had looked a little closer, he would have found that when Moros pulled out his dagger, there was not much blood splattered at all. If he had noticed, Joraczi would have had a different opinion, but unfortunately, the dim light perfectly concealed the scene.

"That kid didn't lie to me. Moros's silence seemed more like a provocation to Chorazi, but it only stirred up his fighting spirit even more, "This tower is really full of surprises!"

Jorazi laughed, and a sharp howling wind followed.

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The thick fog kept surging, but it never wanted to dissipate, and the rapid dimming night completely blocked the view of the orcs in front of them.

"What are you going to do?" Jumping from the canopy, Durotan shook his head at Orgrim before asking with a worried expression.

From the moment the sun set to retreat, this obviously unnatural fog rose from the human defenses. According to common sense, the sight of both sides is obscured, and the tribe as the attacking side must have a huge advantage.

However, magic is always unexpected.

None of the dozen or so scouts sent out had returned, and every time a large squad approached the riverbank, a rain of arrows and even fireballs would immediately come at the gallop.

That is, it is only the orcs who have lost their sight?

How come you haven't heard of such magic before?

Orgrim shook his head, "I don't even know where the gate is, what else can I do?"

Looking at the darkness on the other side of the river, Durotan had a helpless look on his face. It's not that they didn't think about letting the Warlock dispel that layer of mist, but the problem was that while the cloud was included in the cast range, the Warlock also entered the attack range of the enemy caster.

Even if the danger is not mentioned, with the help of the warlock's desperate spell, the clouds and mist did dissipate, but as soon as everyone saw the tip of the iceberg of human architecture, they immediately returned to their original appearance again.

Faced with such a rogue situation, the tribe could only choose to wait.

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Removing the blindfold, the two beams of green light on Lanloth's face disappeared, and at the same time, he pulled down his hood and removed the illusion ability of the cloak: "It looks like the orcs won't attack again anytime soon, go back and inform them, if you want to evacuate, take advantage of now." ”

The herald who had been guarding Lanloth's side was obviously still a little dazed, and under the perfect disguise of the other party, this young man only saw the elven mage motionless for a long time, and completed a series of amazing operations.

Not to mention casting clouds and mist, although this kind of two-ring spell is not common, but during the march, there are still some opportunities to see it. But the problem was that through such a layer of vision, this mage actually commanded the archers and spellcasters to attack in a specific direction, and from the monster-like howls coming from behind the clouds, it was clear that they had hit the orcs.

"Didn't you hear?" Lanlos muttered in a calm voice as if he were talking to himself, but to the herald's ears, it sounded like a thunderclap in his ears.

"Yes!" he tensed, and the latter saluted as fast as he could in his life, and ran towards the center of the camp with a puff of smoke.

In the face of true wisdom, mortals always seem so ignorant. ’

Glancing at the purple pin on his chest, Lanlos seemed to be casually muttering to himself, "Ghost vision shouldn't belong to arcane, right?"

'Huh. Elunis smiled, and the voice sounded like a clown with an axe in the class, "Kid, you've spent too little effort on the arcane. ’

Whether it was past or present, the title Elunis could not be said to have any advantage in any way, and whenever he spoke to himself in such a tone, Lanloth knew that he had to focus.

'Arcane comes from the energy generated by organizing and arranging chaotic magic according to specific formulas and rules. ’

'10 plus 10 equals 20, and 10 times 10 equals 100. ’

'Infinite possibilities are created under limited conditions, and this is the arcane. ’

'Now you are just a newborn chick who has just stepped into this world, and if you want to fly freely in this field, you still have a long way to go. ’

With that, the glow of Elunis dimmed, but his words lingered in Lanloth's mind.

Indeed, Arcane is rigorous and orderly wisdom, and from the moment he became a mage's apprentice, Lanlos has always thought so. He devoted himself to studying the magic models left by his predecessors, gaining knowledge and power from them, and achieving the self he is now capable of standing alone.

However, habitual thinking constrained his way forward.

Blindly learning and copying, he can only succumb to his predecessors forever. What arcane can do before it can achieve a specific order is infinite imagination and creation.

Recalling those spell models imprinted in his mind, looking at this complex and dazzling array, he suddenly found that he seemed to see something different and unfamiliar in these spell models that he thought he had completely understood.

For mages, the unknown means that they can explore and grow. Naturally, this discovery was a pleasant surprise to Lanloth, but he was not an arcane genius like Medivan, and it would take time for him to lift the veil.

Now is clearly not the time.

Coming back to his senses, Lanlos looked behind him, and in the center of the camp, a light blue light bloomed, feeling the steady and huge magic, he put all this behind for a while, and jumped down from the watchtower.