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The trio then screamed and retreated, instinctively slapping and smearing, trying to extinguish the fire in their faces. But the flame seemed to have a strong stickiness, no matter how they tossed, even fell to the ground, it still burned, and even wrapped them in an instant!

The skin creaked in the flames, blisters bulged, the flames consumed oxygen, obscured vision, and the terrible sting plunged humans into a completely unthinkable fear. So the female knight withdrew her greatsword and swung it down without hesitation, and the three heads were already flying in the air...... The sound of the Adamantite Blade tearing through the human body was not loud, but it was creepy and harsh, so that there was a moment of silence on the noisy battlefield, and then the sound of the clicker was cut off and screamed, and the silence was like a wave of water dispersing.

Cruel, cold, only the laughter of 'Drow Mage' spread far away in the silence, and it was unbearable to be frightened.

With one enemy and four, kill in seconds.

The combination of three warriors and a priest was not too weak, and there were not too many holes to blame in the rush tactics, they just didn't expect that the woman dressed as an ordinary warrior would have the power of a giant dragon - not only the flame of breath, but also the power that had begun to merge with the rules.

The sub-sword saint, which is the same classification method proposed by boring laymen like the so-called quasi-** master, has always been scoffed at by real scholars, but it is interesting that they are exactly the same level of power - that is the name of a semi-legendary existence that can touch those high and high part of the rules, and can accomplish miracles that ordinary people can't imagine.

The crowd stirred.

Half of the reinforcements were wiped out in an instant, but the most terrifying-looking man on the other side hadn't even moved half a finger. This was undoubtedly enough to make everyone feel at a loss - what kind of strength did the man who followed them have?

Or even ...... Still on top of it?

Although the warriors had jumped from their carts and plunged their towers and shields into the earth to form a makeshift barrier, these thick barriers did not bring the usual sense of security. Blood trickled between the corpses piled up in front of them, and the pungent smell was like an invisible hand reaching into their chests, clasping their hearts and making their hands and feet cold.

Not daring to run away, or even being able to move—showing one's back in front of a mage is the most unconscionable of acts, not to mention that they have an even more important mission. The carriage had good defense, but it came at the cost of being cumbersome and slow. And as knights, of course, they can't abandon the lord and escape alone, and they can't even let themselves die after something bad happens to the lord.

The pervasive fear made Edward's eyes narrow.

Such moments were undoubtedly his favorite, when the tentacles of psionic energy flowed. More and more complicated inquiries will be transmitted into the mind of the telemancer - for a telecombiner, the spirit around him contracted by panic will invisibly let go of some other guards, and each brain is a bag of information, a blank system that has just been innovated, at his own discretion.

"Calm down, you idiots!"

Several mages raised the distance between themselves and the ground for a split second, and the female mage's voice was even sharper—the instantaneous change in power made her angry. And there is no doubt that the brainless questioning and horror of the group of idiots underground makes this anger doubly fermented.

What about the Ajentjord?

It's not like the difference between a high-level mage and a ** master, a melee person's comprehension of the law is a harsh and almost harsh process, as long as she hasn't taken that step, the mage can use energy to suppress it...... Even a genuine Sword Saint is useless in front of the four high-level mages......

Wait until the arcane crushes those stupid undergroundbillies. You know what true power is!

The female mage did not hesitate to chant the incantation of dissociation, regardless of what kind of action her teacher was planning, anyway, relying on the identity of the woman, she had always been spoiled enough to save her from the punishment of the disobedient teacher, and it seemed that the two colleagues around her also had the same idea, and the power of the triple spell shook the magic net. The next moment, you can turn your opponent into a handful of dust, a ball of flames, and torn corpses!

However, it was too late.

Far away. The figure in the black robe raised his head, and the red pupils disguised by the spirit skin were as bright as silver in an instant!

At the same glance, the chanting of a mage's mouth suddenly stopped! He watched in a panic as he threw away his staff with both palms and grabbed the chest of the woman next to him! The thin fingers sank into two plump lumps of flesh, tearing and stirring them vigorously! Almost doubling them, the sting pain on the vital point made the half of the mantra sung by the female mage suddenly change its tone, and the terrifying magic power immediately turned a defensive spell into a killing weapon!

For herself, of course......

The woman's facial features that could have been regarded as coquettish were bleeding and extremely hideous, but the companion still refused to let her go, and as soon as he lowered his head, he blocked her mouth with his mouth, turning the original scream of shock into a whining muffled snort, and the random movements made the group flying technique blessed on them unable to support, so the two of them were entangled and fell downward!

"The overlord of the earth, the biggest gang of robbers, the government of the Midi government has collapsed! Bastard President Obama owes 35,000,000 yuan for eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, and ran away with his sister-in-law!"

One of the remaining mages had no distractions, this was originally the first way to cast spells on the battlefield, but when the spell of the spell turned into a wail that no one understood, the shock that he had tried to restrain could no longer be suppressed - he screamed and tried to correct his voice, but it was still a strange and incomprehensible note flying in the air: "We can't afford to pay with militia missiles and Ford aircraft carriers, the original price of 20 billion, 10 billion, now all ......"

Is it enchanted magic? But how could it be so silent, not feeling the slightest fluctuation of the magic web?

This strange qi qi almost made the remaining young mage scatter, and he didn't even dare to face the silver eyes, he screamed, violently cut off the spell, and one of the rings on his finger exploded, allowing him to avoid the severe pain of the backlash, but in fear, he almost instinctively tore a white aura in the air. I didn't see it at all. A twisted, cruel smile on the lips of the enemy who was watching him from afar.

What a stupid action to play with space in front of a psychic manipulator?

The qiē reflected in Edward's eyes seemed to slow down a thousand times, and the lines of consciousness outlined the gap in the open space, and then crossed the distance of more than three hundred feet, pointing to the far end of the sky. And the psychic warlock just has his mind turning. He completely distorted the open space, and threw the poor creature in the other direction.

Teleportation redirection.

It was just a matter of moments.

When Wellington turned his head, he happened to see the unlucky mage slicing through the void, his entire body snapped into the wall of the carriage with precision, and the strange combination of the two magic ranges produced an indescribable repulsion. The stupid intruder was completely crushed to a human form, the magic item dissipated and reduced to the most basic particles in the great force, and the defenses on the carriage crumbled in a circle of dazzling dizziness!

The curved side wall slabs were torn apart, throwing the three people inside into the air, and the middle-aged man in the middle was even dancing and calling for help, but only half-way. It came to an abrupt end.

The old mage's heartbeat also stalled in a row!

The three young mages were all Wellington's apprentices, because of their outstanding abilities, he was cultivated as a confidant, and the hard-sought talents and more than ten years of hard work were put down in an instant, which simply made his heart ache, but he knew that it was pointless to be sad at this time, because at this moment, the entire battlefield had been completely manipulated by the enemy!

The men and women who fell could still be saved, but it would involve the actions of the two remaining priests behind them. And there should be four mages in the carriage below, and the fireball spell they cast can contain the opponent's actions, and judging from the situation just now, I am afraid that only the spell that omits the language and action components can fight against that enemy......

His thoughts could only go so far - those silver eyes had taken up all his vision in an instant! For a moment the old mage even felt that he was caught in a world of infinite darkness. There was no touch, no smell, not even any sense of time or direction in this world, only a terrifying scream in the sky, far and near, crushing the essence of his soul like a mountain. Just smash it into nothingness!

But the old mage's soul that had been invading the spell for many years stubbornly resisted the power and kept his consciousness in his body.

He succeeded, and the next moment, the strange power that weighed on his heart dissipated...... Unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's unharmed. The feeling of the world spinning rushed to his brain along with the sharp pain, and his chest was extremely depressed, and his body fell from the air uncontrollably! Although the Feather Fall Ring immediately held his body and slowly fell to the ground, the heart-rending pain still made him slump, and his well-maintained face was twisted in the soft sound of his throat, and tears exchanged tears, ghostly and hideous.

What did he do?

In the terrible vertigo, he heard the screams of the two priests behind him, and the realization that flashed in his heart made him think that if the other party had no other internal response, then it would be a terrible magical effect—a blink of an eye may be short for ordinary people, but in the eyes of a mage who is smart enough or lucky enough, it is enough to do a lot of things.

Time stops...... Whether it's props or spells, it's enough to change a lot of things.

Coughed a few times in pain, but the expected death did not come, the old mage raised his head from the ground with some confusion, and just saw the figure of Shi Shiran approaching, and ......

Surrounding blue luster.

Large-scale illusions...... Wellington barely needed the discernment of spells, and he could see the anomaly in the aura, and when he lifted his gaze weakly, he saw 'himself' falling from the sky, walking with the black-robed figure, reaching out and clasping hands, laughing. Then he threw a few dazzling fireballs at the overwhelmed soldiers!

So, the soldiers finally dispersed like birds and beasts, and when the Earl's death came, the only belief that supported them had collapsed, and the strange scene in front of them made them even more confused.

Only to escape.

The old mage's face was already blue, and there was a rattling sound between his teeth.

Yiqiē was just a simple illusion, but he couldn't stop it at all...... All the spellcasters, the mages who protected the Count, the priests who followed them, and their own disciples were slaughtered by the other in a matter of moments. Even the scouts with the lenses of true knowledge had been killed, and how could the remaining knights tell if the one in front of them was a trap or not?

Sweeping his gaze over the crashing carriage, Wellington turned to the young man who was slowly drifting towards him, his voice hoarse and bitter as he was enlarged by the illusion, "That's it, we're throwing in the towel." The Count is dead, and so are my disciples. You've won. ”

However, the Psychic Warlock tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled cruelly, "It's still early. You're not dead. ”

The old mage's lips trembled, but he didn't make any sound, and his heart suddenly filled with despair. Even though he still has a lot of spells in his memory, and he has more than a dozen magic props on his body, when he looks at those silver eyes, his thoughts, his reason, his instincts, are all screaming, there is no way to compete with this enemy, not at all!

Even if the fluctuations of the magic net around this drow mage are ordinary, he has just stepped into the ranks of high-level mages, but just the power displayed between a few magic spells has completely overwhelmed him, a quasi-** master!

"Kill me. It doesn't do you any good, our people know I'm here, and you can't wipe the tail of your hand clean. He bent down and coughed under his breath, and it took a while to regain his strength: "Without my cooperation, you can't hide from them, your employer should let you kill them without arousing suspicion, and of course he is plotting the position of the Duke." So, with my help, I can get him to achieve his goals faster. ”

"It's kind of interesting. 'Drow Mage' shook his head, "If I let you go." I'm afraid that after you turn around, you will bring someone to chase and kill me, not to mention that you have also seen my face, and it will not be difficult to find me with any spell in the future. ”

"I wouldn't do that, it's a no-no as a mage to challenge an enemy stronger than myself for no reason. The old mage said, "And the rotation of the dukes means nothing to me. I think even the person who hired you needs a strong team, and after doing this, I can only support him. ”

"But you can be completely prepared, and it's hard to predict the outcome or defeat. Edward immediately interrupted him: "Untie me everything from you, all magic weapons, armor, staffs, scrolls, everything with aura." ”

The old mage was pleased to see that the enemy was clearly hesitating, but he still did not dare to let his guard down.

"How can I trust you? Well, that's fine, we're both mages, and I won't let you go unless you swear in the name of the god of magic. ”

Wellington couldn't help but be stunned, and secretly mocked the other party's stupidity in his heart. Mystra, the god of magic, is the supreme deity of all mages. But what if he swears in the name of the Supreme God, no matter who swears in whom's name, as long as he returns to the territory and suppresses his injuries, he will immediately lead people to fight back!

The loss of three disciples was something he couldn't accept, and the death of that earl was enough to make the Blackhawk family crazy! Even if you fled back to the Dark Realm, it would be impossible to escape the fate of extinction, and those behind you would not end well.

Laughing at the innocence of his opponent in his heart, the old mage's hanging fingers silently ripped open a delicate scroll in the sleeve of his robe, this thing was his last means of preserving his life, and after being covered by magic, he could not emit a little magic aura, and his trembling face squeezed out a sincerity: "Okay! Wellington, with the god of magic ......"—

The last thing Justin heard was the sound of his own sternum breaking.

Looking at the old mage's dead gray eyes, Edward indifferently tightened his fingers, allowing the psionic energy to twist the old man's fragile neck, and his flat voice seemed to have a cruel smile: "Play this trick with me, you are also worthy of it?" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (.) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M to read.

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