1）

Lanley and the others had to endure the oppression of a short sandstorm, and as night approached, it would be very disadvantageous for them.

Dora's reliance on her not-so-mature light magic allowed the rest of their team to control a certain amount of aggression, and the relentless pressure they faced from the armor could keep them out for a short time.

The short man didn't seem to be in a hurry to fight, and probably all he wanted to do was watch them slowly tortured to exhaustion by the armorers.

Lan Li was going to stop stubbornly fighting the unbeatable armor soldiers, and instead set her sights on the short man, and the flood was summoned to rush towards the short man to try to get him to relieve the mind-disturbing sandstorm.

In fact, in the face of that great flood, the short man disappeared, and with it, the sandstorm did not disappear.

"How is that possible!"

"Whoa, that's not far from it. That high-pitched, disturbing smug voice came from the flood, and he became one with the flood!

The flood that originated in Langley's hands turned into a beast and spread its fangs and rushed towards the team, but Dora reacted in time, and a wall of light blocked it.

"Water Mirror: Fury!"

The water beast's strength suddenly increased dramatically, and with a single claw, it shattered the wall of light, and Dora also received a powerful impact. Salmoni also ignored the Armorers and created a "water mat" to provide a cushion for Dora, preventing the accident from happening. At the same time, Myron alone slipped up six armored soldiers, and gradually collapsed in the process, and in despair, the water beast did not stop its attack.

Salmoni gave Lan Li a look, and Lan Li seemed to suddenly understand what he meant, and nodded slightly.

The two of them each created a column of water, which spiraled and merged together, and sprayed towards the water beast, and the water beast without any worries showed no weakness, and also spewed out a column of water from its mouth, which was obviously much more powerful than the two of them.

"Water Mirror, Guide!" Salmoni and the short man happened to use the same magic. The two jets of water collided and did not bloom due to the strong repulsion, but unexpectedly merged together and surged upwards, turning towards Myron.

"Myron, Dora!" Salmoni commanded calmly, and the two of them immediately picked themselves up: Dora created a ball of light that she could to surround Myron, and Myron rushed straight into the huge column of water. The Armorers pursued Myron relentlessly.

In the moments before they were about to collide, Myron used all his speed to fold himself to the other side, and the water column collided perfectly with the armorers, and the powerful impact completely destroyed the minions.

Myron gasped and patted his chest and said, "It's dangerous, it's dangerous." With such a tacit cooperation, he would never have tried it before.

"Sure enough, I guessed that only the man's magic could destroy the Iron Guards!" said Salmoni proudly.

The short man knew he had been tricked, and angrily showed that anger on the giant water beast. Its furious body hammered at Lan Li and them, but it could still be nimbly dodged.

Probably, anger is always a pretty reliable way to do it.

Myron, who had just come out of the predicament, couldn't let go of it, and he couldn't stop running when he twisted his waist, because the water beast seemed to have entered the rage mode, and it was still nerve-wracking to fight against this indiscriminate attack.

The sun is finally no longer standing, the land is once again plunged into a long night, and the ruler of the roulette game will change again.

2）

Light is never eternal, and neither is darkness, they need to constantly shift back and forth. When night falls on the earth, the lord of light, who originally belonged to him, will also lose the initiative, and in its place, the power of darkness, mysterious and powerful.

If light is the opposite of darkness, then their relationship should be like "good" and "evil", and neither side can be completely affirmed or denied.

Perhaps, people are accustomed to using justice to describe the winning side, just as it is customary to describe justice with light. As everyone knows, when night falls, the darkness also becomes light.

3）

Following the only path, Shecher and the tank came to a remnant of the ruins of a cave, which was built to complete a certain ritual, because there was a huge magic circle in the middle, which looked extremely mysterious and ancient, and Shecher did not know what it represented.

What's even more amazing is that this seems to be the core of the entire Wolf Mountain, because there is a skylight at the top of the ruins, which happens to see the starry sky, and the skylight is right facing the magic array.

The smell was still mixed with the special smell of the wolf clan - not surprisingly, this was the cave of the wolf clan before. Could it be that this strange magic array they are guarding is this?"

Tank seemed to care more about the man who had arrived before them, and reminded Shecher of something he should be more aware of.

Shecher illuminates the ruins with light magic, only to be surprised to find that this is already the innermost part of the cavern. He walked around the walls inside the ruins, and found that the walls were only carved with wolf totems, and there didn't seem to be any entrances.

"Could he have gotten what he wanted and flew out of the skylight?" Tank speculated tentatively.

"No, I can feel his magic right here, it's just ......" Scherll paused, as if sensing something unusual.

"Just what?"

"He's all over here. ”

"It's a Fire Clan's child!" the man suddenly appeared in the middle, and at the same time, the four weapons he had been carrying before returned to his back from four directions.

That kind of abnormal magic, sure enough, came from them. The magic-infused weapons were very similar to the time fragments they were looking for, and one of them, Schercher, recognized as "Wailing". It originally belonged to an extremely talented swordsman who was assassinated two years ago, but I didn't expect to see it again here. The moment he recognized "Wailing", he seemed to have a little fear in his heart.

"You must have come here to know what the wolf clan wants to protect, right?" the tall man looked cold, creepy, "Since you are also dying people, it doesn't hurt to tell you, that is this magic circle under my feet." ”

Shecher wanted to refute his hubris, and he wanted to say that the Spirit of London had already gotten it to some extent, but the man had already guessed his thoughts.

"You must have a feeling that the Spirits of London imps have taken over this place and 'taken' the circle. "His very conceited appearance makes people want to beat him up, but his calmness is so domineering.

"They will never know that it has a meaning to exist only if it is here today, only I am standing here!"

Shecher didn't want to interrupt him, but wanted to know in more detail, perhaps, the person in front of him really had a lot of clues and could help them. From time to time, he also reminded the tank not to let his guard down. To be honest, he is not very sure about this battle, but everyone knows that he has come to this point, and he is already in a dilemma.

The man fell silent, as if in no hurry to end their intentions. It should be said that the whole cave fell silent, and only the tank showed its agitation.

"Who are you?" the strange question finally broke the dangerous calm, and the tank watched as he guessed what might happen.

"Lacey Muir, they used to call me that, except I would have liked people to call me God. At that moment, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and then a knife flew to his right hand, as if to say: the time is just right.

The moment he lunged forward, Shecher reacted quickly, pushing away the still-distracted tank and creating a shield of light. However, it seemed that the moment the blade touched the shield, the shield of light was shattered.

"Nothing can resist the 'shock'. That seemed to be the name of the knife in his hand.

Tank converted himself to metallicness, knowing that with his bare hands, he would never be able to approach the samurai.

"I need a stick with a high degree of hardness!" After the knife just now, Schetcher has roughly figured out the magic mechanism of "shock" - force magic, as long as it can resist that force, it will not be shattered.

Lessi was afraid that he would not give the slightest chance, and the second knife slashed directly at Shecher. Shecher had to hold up a light shield again, and at the same time took the heavy metal rod thrown by the tank, but the light shield could not hold up the force of the shock, and Shecher was pushed back by the force.

It has to be said that Scher's reaction speed is also very fast, the metal stick is passed to his right hand, and the long stick touches the ground to forcibly stop the slide and support him to stand up.

The second knife, the wailing, was also in the hands of Lessi, who did not want to say more, but pointed the finger at the tank.

The double knife was pressed down, and the tank himself prepared the stick, but he did not expect to withstand such a fierce attack, he held the stick with both hands and forcibly took Lacey's double knife. At that moment, his feet pressed against the ground and even caused a crack, but at the same time, the metal rod shattered like a wooden one - this is the power of the wailing, and the explanation is that the injection of "sound" magic power enables it to find the "frequency weakness" of the monster, so as to achieve the effect of shattering the monster.

Before the tank could react, Shecher's stick flew towards Lacey, knocking him back to the wall, and the loud noise was so torturous that even the echo in the cave was torturous. However, the echo that should have been produced was unexpectedly gone, absorbed by the third knife to be exact.

Lecy stood up unscathed and slashed at Shecher again, Shecher picked up the stick and threw it directly at Sheccher's right hand, and I have to say that the force of the collision was a bit unbearable for Shecher.

Klessi didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of trauma, and the swift cleaver in his left hand made Scher difficult to parry, and he barely resisted the wailing with only the levitating light shield of his left hand. However, the monster was restrained by the wailing after all, and at the same time Schetcher quickly dropped the metal rod and flashed backwards, but fortunately was not injured.

Unarmed, Scher once again confronts Lacey with twin knives, and fate doesn't always seem to favor the resistant.

At the same time, the tank, who was unnoticed on the sidelines, did not do nothing, he took advantage of Lacey's unpreparedness, used gold magic to attract the flag stick outside the cave and quickly took down the flag, the black gold stick held in his right hand, called for Shecher, and finally threw the stick out.

Shecher reacted and prepared to catch the golden stick and fight back.

The moment the golden stick flew in the air, the shock wound had already flown out of Lacey's hand, and the two blades rubbed together to produce shining sparks, and the original trajectory was disrupted, and even Shechel would suddenly be in a hurry.

Lacey did not let up and quickly rushed towards Shecher with the advantage, and the third knife quickly reached his right hand, and before Shecher had time to think about countermeasures, he crossed the two knives in his hand in front of and behind Shecher's body. The samurai's extreme agility allowed him to catch the shock with his mouth, and with the advantage of his stature, he smoothly placed the shock on Shecher's neck even when he was hunched. A set of flowing three-knife streams directly forced Shecher into a desperate situation.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the two of them each stared into each other's eyes, full of disdain for each other. Shecher was naturally not afraid, because the tank had already identified Lexi's external weakness, and he got the Xuanjin stick and clubbed it on the magic array, which made Lexi have to stop the blade that was about to be cut.

The cave went dark in an instant, and a glimmer of light shone through the skylight—it was moonlight, and the round skylight seemed to be exactly the same size as the disk that was about to be reflected, and the two almost coincided completely, and the moonlight shone right on the magic array.

Shecher was in the dark, out of bad luck.