Deep Freeze, the deadliest single control spell in the Seven Rings Magic Net, unlike Frost Nova, Deep Knot is not only the action of freezing enemies, it can completely solidify the flesh and bones of the recipient, and at the same time cause severe frostbite, even a giant dragon may not be completely immune to the effects of this spell.

In addition, the cast distance of this spell is about 30 meters, and with the instant roll call feature, Tyrok, who is known for his speed, has no possibility of dodging and resisting unless he distances himself at the beginning of the chant. Tyrok did not lose unjustly, the pride of his own strength and the miscalculation of the enemy's hole cards, all of which were firmly controlled by Lanlos.

He knew that because of the battle with Rukma, he would definitely be on the radar of Ansu and Terok. This is also the reason why in the face of the life-threatening Focus Ray, Lanlos did not choose to use the Holy Shield Technique.

The duration of the Holy Shield is short, but at the same time, it is also very long. 6 seconds can not only be used to cast teleportation, but also to protect him from safely casting high-level spells. This is also the reason why he did not hesitate to give up his capital of mastery of the spell system to learn high-level energy shaping spells.

With a holy shield technique and deep freeze, he is already invincible under the legendary solo flag!

As a plastic energy spell, deep freezing does not create ice, but uses ice energy to invade the recipient's body, and the condensation of ice crystals is only a physical phenomenon caused by a huge temperature drop, and at room temperature, it will soon begin to melt.

At the same time, the flesh and feathers that had been frozen in pieces of crushed ice gradually thawed, and the scarlet color soaked a large area of the land. However, before Lanloth could smell the pungent blood, the flesh that had broken away from the ice suddenly turned into wisps of black mist, like small snakes, surging towards the center of the circle where Tyrok first appeared.

"Ahem. Soon, the regained form of Tyrok half-crouched on the ground, panting heavily, looking quite embarrassed, "I really didn't expect that I would lose." ”

"Isn't that what you expected?" a slight displeasure appeared on Lanlos's face, frowning.

"You misunderstood, I'm not targeting you, and I don't want to regret it, it's just ......" After a pause, the King of Talon silently stared at his hands, "I haven't experienced this sense of loss for a long time. ”

"Perhaps, that's why I made the basic mistake of underestimating the enemy. ”

After laughing at himself, Tyrok stood up and bowed deeply to Lanloth, "You're right, I don't think I'm ready to lead the Raven Exiles. ”

"Warriors, our destinies are intertwined. ”

"The High Ravens have coveted Sketis for a long time, and if left unchecked, they will sooner or later destroy everything I have worked so hard to create, and I can't wait any longer. ”

"Come closer, accept my power, and together we will crush their plans!"

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"What did you guys do?!"

Surrounded by a group of Ravental Priests and Talon Guards, Eskar the Shadow Sage walked to the altar in a rage. Whether it is the sharp blades of his subordinates behind him, or the huge magic power that is constantly surging up and down his body, it indicates that the next development of events may not be easy.

In the face of such a tense atmosphere, as the 'mastermind', Reshad stood in front of him.

"Eskar, this ritual was personally acknowledged by Tyrok, do you want to go against the will of the Talon King?" Compared to the Shadow Sage, the strength of the Tibetan Scroll is certainly not worth mentioning, on the contrary, the mind of the Tibetan Scroll is one of the best in the entire race.

The seemingly unconfident rebuttal grabbed Eskar's throat. Frowning, he immediately turned around, only to see the Crowtalon priests who had also participated in the ritual with unnatural expressions.

The Tibetan scrollers are not lying!

Drawing on this fact, Eskar couldn't help but clench her fists.

Indeed, the Shadow Sage is the leader of the Raven Exiles, but only in the role of 'Guide', with the Ravenpaw Priests, Collectors, Claw Guards, Raven Whisperers, and other organizations in charge of the Exiles' magic, knowledge, military, and logistical management.

Yes, the exile community practices a multi-party separation of checks and balances.

Although the Shadow Sage is independent of many organizations, he is still unable to command the entire army. The reason for this is that the Taylon King, Tyrok, is still the King of the Exiles.

The only king.

Only an existence like Tyrok, which has both great strength and noble charm, can perfectly unite this devastated and suspicious race, and others can't do it.

Even Eskar was looking forward to the day when the king would return. But now, the King of Talon has not only rejected the request to manifest the mask in the material plane, but has also asked the Tibetan Scroll to grant his power to an outsider?

It's simply ......

"Nonsense!" Eskar's high-pitched roar instantly suppressed the commotion, and everyone's eyes converged on him.

"The power of the Talon King belongs to the descendants of Sketis, Reshad, and you should not share it with outsiders......"

"Eskar, I think you've got something wrong, it's all the will of the Talon King. Shaking his head slightly, Reshad didn't mean to back down in the slightest, "And it's not sharing, it's a test." ”

"Test?"

Stunned, Eskar quickly reacted, and his face suddenly became even more hideous: "Just an outsider, what qualifications can he accept the test of the King of Talons!"

"This is the right of the people of Sketis, what qualifications do you have to involve an outsider? I ask you, don't you think that all the outsiders present are capable of being tested, not to mention your ritual of destroying the true body of the King of Talons?!"

As soon as these words came out, the Ravental Priests and Talon Guards, the main force of the exiles, turned their questioning eyes on Reshard, and even the eyes of his companions behind him flickered with suspicion.

Indeed, the Lord of the Talons is the king of the exiles, and as a people, the Ravens present should be the best choice to accept the power of Tyrok. To allow an outsider to gain access to the power of Tyroc, without mentioning whether it can be used on the revolutionary path of the rise of the exiles, is in itself a blasphemy against the will of the Talon King.

Seriously, it's a betrayal!

Ryshad couldn't help but clench his fists, after all, Eskar was a Shadow Sage, and he didn't simply believe in the so-called 'Tyrok's Determination' like the Ravental Priests who assisted him behind him, but took advantage of the presence of the backbone of the entire Crow's Hive to raise his approach to the level of questioning Sketis's ability.

And he did it very successfully, although he didn't say it explicitly, but Eskar quietly instilled in everyone a common sense that non-my race must have different hearts.

As a self that trusts a foreigner, Reshad is now on the cusp.

The face in the shadows pulled into a hideous smile, and Eskar stepped forward, originally wanting to continue to fuel the anger of the people, but an unnatural cold breeze suddenly blew in the center of the crow's nest.

The hunting bushes made everyone's heartbeat seem to stop at this moment, and the beams of eyes turned to the front with a very tacit understanding, the altar that shimmered with black and purple light.

In the center of the circle, the seemingly simple straw man was covered with dense shadow magic, and as this pitch-black power continued to rise, a tall and majestic translucent phantom became more and more clear.

At the same time, at the edge of the circle, a pale, embarrassed long-eared figure appeared in the sight of everyone in a half-crouching posture.

"The time has come, my people!" said the Shadow of Tyroc, who had been in the first place to understand the current situation with his superior wisdom, but he did not seem to have any intention of helping Ryshad to defend himself, "This warrior has earned my respect with his strength and wisdom, and he will take my blessing and fight with Sketis until he topples the Peak of Heaven!"

After a short silence, the originally tense atmosphere suddenly dissipated, and a sharp and high-pitched chirping instantly covered the entire crow's nest.

In fact, the first time Tyrok appeared, he clearly felt the restless emotions of these crows, and the simple words that followed were like a fuse that directly detonated them. This is the charisma of the leader, an action, a clarion call to charge, in a word, a holy decree.

Tyrok only had to stand there, and the exiles would not hesitate to bow down to him, knowing that standing before them was the pillar of Sketis, the sole leader of the exiles.

This is the King of Talons, the legendary king.