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Druids?

Druids.

Wings fluttered into the air, and four druids gathered in the air around them, from giant eagles to swans, they were reduced to their own images from their respective avatars, enveloping the telemancer in the air from four angles. The woman, covered in a black wood mask, took a step back and began to integrate, with reminders.

"Is that him?" "Arrogant bastard......" "Be careful, everyone, he's a strong spellcaster and will use some weird abilities, don't attack him with fire." ”

"These guys are really used to it......" The words made the telemancer shake his head: "What do you think this is?

Or the brainless crimp is a good comment, but unfortunately the meaning of it, only the psychic warlock himself understands.

Edward had swept away his soldiers, killed certain warriors, and even dealt with giants in front of two armies, but for him, it was not a battle—fighting an opponent who was much weaker than himself was, at best, an obstacle to trouble. And if this kind of petty fight is removed, the battles he experiences are often faced with death.

The White Dragon, the Master Truss, the Lich Inkai Ibjuros, the Thinker Katzejek, a drow city, a gathering place of spirit suckers, blazing gods, and even gods like Rose should be counted as one...... This kind of battle has already made his nerves as tough as iron, and he can't say that he controls every centimeter of the battlefield. But at the very least, some basic mistakes are not made.

These guys will not be opponents either.

Even the oldest one in front of him, in the eyes of the psychic mancer, is just a pit that only appears during the winter and summer vacations—noisy and noisy. Simple-mindedness, and no tactical literacy. In addition to pitting teammates and swallowing points, there is no other specialty.

Tree people, thorns, and the like are all tricks that must rely on the ground. Even scorpions and centipedes are not flying creatures, and the wild transformation of the druids can certainly turn them into birds of prey, but most of the birds' attacks are pounces, and they rely too much on air and gravity. How could the advantage in hand-to-hand combat be comparable to that of a tiger and wolf? As for things like heavenly fire, thunder and lightning, it was impossible to be more powerful than a mage of the same level, and Edward could not take it to heart at all.

And these idiots don't even try to divert the battlefield.

Thoughts were fleeting, and this time, which was enough for four druids, made a complex gesture in unison, and then shouted, "Summoning thunder!" Then the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, obscured by a layer of rolling dark clouds that suddenly appeared, and as one of the druids swiped a hand from top to bottom. Then, a shining lightning bolt instantly crossed the distance of dozens of feet, cut through the sky and fell straight on the head of the black-robed mage.

Rumble!

The druids didn't have time to marvel at such a light hand...... Because after the lightning passed, the enemy was still standing in place.

The lightning seemed to hit, but it seemed to be completely ineffective, passing through the shadow. Straight to the land below, the black human, as if nothing happened, seemed to have electricity through the body. But it seems to be phantom......

"What's going on?" "Go on! Kill him!"

I can't understand how accurately I need to control the time jump in an instant, in the minds of elementary school students. Only attack, attack......

The reason why the lightning summoning technique has become one of the favorite combat methods of the druids is because the power of this magic is continuous, as long as the dark clouds formed by the divine energy are still there, and the caster's spirit is concentrated, a command can launch a thunderbolt from it! The combined force of the four druids, no matter how strong the caster's defense is, will be consumed little by little by the continuous electric energy, if the opponent's ability is not good, three or four lightning bolts are enough to make the opponent become a piece of char!

However, the next lightning bolt did not come as expected, and when the druids reached out and pointed at the black target, that incomprehensible word, they were told to fry the pot directly.

"Come on, Ya'an!"

"Apple genius, Nokia good guy!"

"It's no fun for the Red Cross to appeal!

......

One explanation for magic and divine power is that they are one and the same, but they are different in the way they are used, one is to use their own mental power to curl the magic net and accumulate energy, while the other is to be operated and transmitted through the gods, but no matter what, the way to release these powers is almost the same, with human gestures and words as a medium, with the guidance of spiritual power, as long as this spell or magic is needed, it is indispensable.

Actions, mediums, and words are called spellcasting ingredients, and although those powerful spellcasters can rely on some skills to make these things work in advance in the process of preparation, but after all, there is a price to pay, and it will lead to an increase in the demand for spell energy, so for some spellcasters, the kind of spells that can be triggered by just one action and one word, they usually don't bother to make up for the omissions.

However, in front of a psychic warlock, some seemingly insignificant things will become fatal weaknesses-

"Ya'an...... Come on!...... Nokia is a good person, the apostle is a good son, and the grandson is a good friend......"

"Guo Meimei's three major stations broadcast! 208.94.244.98......

The four druids let go of their throats and chanted ridiculous spells, but they couldn't say the simple spell of magic that was as simple as the lips touched when they let out droplets of sweat roll down their heads, no matter how loud they shouted...... The sound was disassembled and recast the moment it came out of their throats, and it couldn't trigger a single spark of lightning in the cloud other than to make someone happy!

Psychic ability to manipulate sounds, which can shape and change the voices that already exist. This psychic ability is the casting buster of all spellcasters that rely on the language component.

The only thing that this psychic ability can't do is those magic items.

The black masked woman's eyes flashed, and a green luster sparked from her raised hand, the ring, this storage ring stored a high-level dissolving magic, that green glow could dissolve all the effects of magic, in the druid's impression it was not enough to dissolve the strange evil spell that bound the four companions. It's also enough to erase a person's flying skills and make him fall from the sky!

But in the face of his black figure, he only turned his gaze slightly, and his silver eyes swept over her calmly, and the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be thicker.

The green glow shines in the black burqa.

But nothing.

It was as if it was just a ray of sunshine. There is no agitation of energy. There was no color to disappear, and the roars of several druids were still strange and hoarse, but the figure was still frozen in the air. A black robe fluttered slightly in the wind in mid-air. The light and shadow cast mottled shades of black on the velvety soft surface, twisting and dancing with the breeze, like a group of ghosts surrounding him for revelry.

Then the woman could not help but be horrified, and she stared blankly at the terrible enemy in front of her, as if she could not understand why this was infused by the elders. Why didn't the magic that was enough to unravel most spells work......

"Do you think a few of your accomplices haven't arrived yet, so there's still hope for you?"

The human in the black robe suddenly spoke slowly.

His lips in the shadow of his hood did not rise or fall in the slightest, but the strange voice made every druid tremble, because the voice rang word by word in their hearts, making them dizzy for a moment.

"No...... That's ......" The female druid's eyes flickered, and she suddenly remembered that the eagle man she was carrying in her hand was one of the other group of companions. Other words......

"You've already killed them?" she said word by word, but in her heart there were thousands of unbelievers.

How is this possible? There were five druids in their group, and there were two respected old druids in them, but although they started in groups, they were on par with the speed of their own team. After arriving here, I slowed down because of the explosion, and observed the battlefield, but it was only an hourglass scale of time. How could he give all five of them to ...... in such a short period of time

Or maybe the news is a bit of a refreshing experience. The four druids finally reacted 'normally' and began to try to use other means......

But it was too late.

In addition to learning, a real mage also needs to fight constantly to enrich himself, this is the famous saying of Master Hawking, and the caster who does not practice this sentence may only be like these druids in front of him - if it were a normal mage, he would have changed his methods at the first moment, and he would never have delayed for so long.

So, at that moment, all they saw was a bright and blinding light from a black staff, and that light was like a sharp sword piercing through the thick clouds, reflecting the mist into a dazzling white.

A ring of electricity popped out from the telemagician's fingers, instantly transforming into a terrifying stream of lightning, and he commanded the lightning bolt to leap between the four druids, sucking them away from the spot!

The woman in the black wood mask screamed and pounced on the ring!

A layer of turquoise light unfolded on her mask, detonating the electric light! and then pushing her backwards dozens of feet away! The luster of magic dimmed from Kuroki's mask, and finally crackled and shattered, revealing the face beneath it.

Edward whistled frivolously.

When they met for the first time, the girl's long emerald green hair burned brightly in the firelight, so he didn't pay attention, but at this moment, the short emerald hair could only be soft and stick to the forehead and sideburns, so the thin and pointed, pink ears were exposed, trembling slightly in the wind, making the horror on her face particularly pitiful.

"Half-elf, no...... Elves?"

The feeling of self-hypnotic time gave the psychiocrat enough time to discern, and the pair of delicate ears, white and light pink, longer and sharper, coupled with the emerald green eyes, the slightly raised corners of the eyes, and the body that looked more slender and delicate than the half-elf species, were enough to reveal the truth.

"It turns out that there are still some leftovers. "After a moment's pause. Edward smiled.

Decades have passed since the war between humans and elves, and the elves have crossed the central mountain range, but the elves have a long life and excellent abilities. Even if occasionally a half is left. It's not so new, of course, for someone, it's a small wish to be in the other world, but not to see this famous subspecies of humanity. It's a bit flawed.

This brief pause was undoubtedly another humiliation for the enemy.

The woman's great sacrifice saved the two young men behind her, and the two remnants of the druids looked at each other. They roared in unison and rushed towards the enemy, and as they pounced, their figures turned into two huge colorful tigers!

The roar was like thunder, and the body was like electricity. They don't know what kind of secret method they used, but they can fly through the sky!

The black-robed human only withdrew his gaze slightly, looking at them expressionlessly, and his silver gaze seemed to carry the ultimate mockery, like these two beasts. Just mischievous little flower cats.

So the two tigers pounced fiercely. Use your claws to tear away that arrogant smile, pull out his internal organs, and let him taste his anger!

The moment the tip of the claw touched the black robe, the psychic warlock's body stepped back...... Just right to dodge the tiger's claws. Then let go of his hand seemingly inadvertently. The corpse of the birdman, twisted casually.

There was a soft click.

A druid who turned into a tiger felt that his body had become very, very light, so light that he couldn't feel weight at all...... The only clear feeling. It's the cold of death.

"When did he get his hand?" was his first thought after he fell.

It was also his last thought.

Darkness finally fell, blurring his last consciousness.

Let the messenger fall. Not because he was faster than the tiger, but as if he knew what the druid was going to do next, he drifted up and down despite the four tiger claws, always avoiding the other man's movements in advance.

"Defeat the enemy first!" shouted the female elf.

I didn't have time to understand why the disarming spell I had just now didn't eliminate the auxiliary spell on the other party...... Last night, in the hands of that terrible human being, the ferocity of that strange blade, she has always remembered it vividly, and she dare not forget it!

Roar!

In the midst of the screams, the last druid has been pierced by countless crystals!

The Psychic shook his head, the tentacles of his thoughts turning invisibly, and the druid's corpse fell limply from the sky.

The woman's body fell limply, shaking her head in disbelief,

The surrounding Qiē finally quieted down, and only the sound of the swishing wind always resounded over the silent battlefield, giving people a feeling of unreality, as if the bloody battle that had just happened was just a dream.

But that's not a dream.

The human, the source of that nightmare, was right in front of her, staring at her and smiling coldly.

The surging emerald green halo expanded outward, enveloping the dozens of feet around the female elf's body, and the intense energy filled it, filtering out a little blood in the wind, and replacing it with a fragrance like the orange grove before the harvest.

Strength, with the halo returned to the body...... The female elf struggled to stand up, and couldn't help but breathe deeply, the strong energy swept away the fear and doubt in her mind, and the pressure that held her tightly finally dissipated.

This power is somewhat close to the sacred abode of divine arts, but instead it is natural energy.

The knowledge in his heart made the mind warlock's gaze flicker slightly, and the silver pupils reflected small shadows from far and near...... It was a red-billed black falcon, small in size but extremely sharp, one of the few creatures in the world that flew faster than Warcraft.

Of course, the red-billed black falcon, which usually only inhabits the edge of the forest, will not leave Lao Cao lightly, and it cannot be an ordinary bird.

So Edward stood still in the air, no longer trying to attack the only remaining poor man, but just watched coldly as the black falcon approached like lightning, and then his body rolled in the air, and in the midst of the surging light and shadow, there was already a tall figure standing in the air.

It was a man over seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and gray, stiff hair that made him look like a warrior, and only the broad, brownish-gray cloak that resembled tree bark gave him some of the mystery of the caster. The shoulders on both sides of the robe were inlaid with fine pieces of leather, and on closer inspection, there were bears, deer, tigers and wolves, and some beast fur that was difficult to distinguish.

"Well, young and powerful humans, with your strength, is it necessary to kill them?"

Glancing around, the druid spoke.

The wrinkles on his face are engraved with the traces of time, showing that he is no longer young, but age has not made him weak, whether it is the eagle-like gaze or the straight back like a pine, it makes his whole person exude a calm, but rigid majesty.

"We are enemies. ”

"They became your enemies because you robbed them of their things......

"I took what Blayhawk had, but when you came after me, the hostility was already doomed, it was something you chose, you were already on the battlefield, and you were on the battlefield with each other's lives as a stake, and since you set foot on it, you must be prepared to be obliterated...... When the enemy comes, I will kill him, and I will defeat him, and I will make him corrupt, and if I do not do this, I will be killed, and I will be defeated, and I will be forced to decay...... This is the only principle of survival, and no one can fail to violate it, no matter who it is...... Whether it's a god, a demon, or a monster...... It's me, it's you, it's him, it can't. ”

"Survival of the fittest. Big fish eat little fish. The Psychic Warlock said indifferently.

The strange words "survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle...... made a dark shadow rise between the old druid's eyebrows, a little rage, and a thoughtful look buried in the wrinkles: "So, these children, too?"

"That's natural selection, isn't it?"

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