The old magician did not directly answer the warrior's words.

He raised his head towards the north, closed his eyes, stood with his hands in his hands, and whispered softly: "The wheel of fate has been opened, the seventh reincarnation casts the key to the world, the seeds in the magic box will grow and sprout, the ashes of the gods are the nourishment for rebirth, and the disrupted order will return to chaos again......"

The tall and thin warrior monk didn't say anything, just stood there motionless, like a statue.

After the old magician finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent again.

A moment later.

There was a sparse but swift sound of footsteps in the forest.

The tall and thin warrior monk's ears moved, and then he bowed forward, moved closer to the old magician, and said softly, "My lord, it should be Lucius and Bieber who are back." ”

It was only then that the old magician came back to his senses from his contemplation.

"Well, got it, Aranda. ”

With that, the old magician casually handed out the staff, and after Aranda respectfully took it, he sat down on a stone by the fire at the mouth of the cave, took a dark and shiny pipe from his waist and put it in his mouth, and took out some tobacco from the cloth bag hanging on the pipe and stuffed it into the tobacco chamber.

The pipe is not made of any material, but the workmanship is so exquisite, even if you look at it, you can see that it must have been the work of some master caster.

The old magician took two puffs of his pipe, and a puff of smoke was inhaled from his mouth and nose and slowly exhaled, and the smoke was filled, and the old magician's face showed a look of great enjoyment.

He had just taken two or three puffs when two people came out of the dark jungle.

They wore the same attire as the tall and thin martial monks, and they also wore the badges on their chests that symbolized the high-ranking martial monks.

These two people should be Lucius and Bieber in Arlanda's mouth.

Lucius and Bieber came to the fire, stood exactly one meter in front of the old magician, and at the same time clenched their right hands into fists and put them on their chests, and said respectfully together, "My lord!"

"Well, how's it going?"

The old magician asked without raising his head.

That casual look, as if the things he confessed were not as important as the puff of cigarette in his pipe.

Hearing his question, among the two, the short-haired middle-aged martial monk with a very burly figure and dark and shiny skin was the first to speak: "My lord, it has been determined that this matter is definitely not the pagan invasion that the church said, and all indications indicate that this matter has a great relationship with the necromancy that has disappeared for more than four hundred years. ”

"Hmm. ”

The old magician snorted casually, as if he had anticipated the outcome of the investigation.

He took a few more puffs of his cigarette before he opened his mouth and asked another fair-skinned, handsome-looking black-haired warrior monk, "Bieber, what about your situation over there?"

"My lord, the information detected by the crystal can indicate that the blonde boy has a godhead weapon of ominous origin, as for that woman, her strength has probably reached the royal level, and her leather armor with a fire emblem is almost the same as described in the prophecy,"

"King-level?Blazing Armor?"

The old magician puffed out a puff of cigarette, and finally raised his head, looking with interest at the handsome warrior monk he called Bieber.

"Yes, my lord, this is the picture of the magic crystal engraving. ”

With that, Bieber took out a purple magic crystal from his arms, the crystal was about the size of a baby's fist, and the surface was bright and dazzling.

The old magician put his pipe to his mouth and reached out to take the purple crystal.

With the old magician's fingers, the brilliance on the surface of this purple magic crystal gradually formed a dynamic picture.

The old magician looked intently at the crystal surface until the tobacco in his pipe had burned out, and then he muttered to himself with joy, "The ashes of the gods are the nourishment for rebirth, and the re-disrupted order will return to chaos once again......"

He held out his hand, and Aranda respectfully offered the staff in his hand.

The old magician picked up his staff and turned to look in the direction of Lance, "It's time for us to play!"

"Yes, sir. ”

As several people left, the fire burning in the cave was completely extinguished in an instant.

......

At the same time, the necromancer Elipas is fighting with Lance and the others with the unique fighting style of warrior monks.

Although it is one against three, it seems to be at ease and relaxed.

"Are you all that is your strength? too weak, too weak, how can you be qualified to be my gift to the king? faster! stronger!"

The bone staff in Elifas's hand flew left and right, picking forward and sweeping.

Pushing, collapsing, rolling, shaking, winding, racking, frustration, the basic gun fighting skills were used in his hands, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and it was extremely domineering.

If it weren't for the fact that he had seen him use high-level magic before, then anyone would only think that this was definitely a spear martial artist at least a high-level realm.

Perhaps because the time dragged on for too long, Tecklin was a little impatient.

In the process of another attack, Teklin directly gave up part of his defense in order to attack, and at this time, Eliface seized the opportunity and shot Teklin out with a single shot.

Teklin, who was shot and flew out of a distance of more than ten meters, quickly got up from the ground, wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and in the angry roar, Teklin directly entered a rather crazy state, he tore off the tattered shirt that was bound to him, revealing the strong and angular muscles inside.

The deaths of Blanc and Suo Long had already reached a critical point in his anger.

But the difference in strength made him angry and couldn't hurt any of Elifas's points at all.

If it weren't for the hard and sturdy Mithril skin, I'm afraid he would have been beaten apart by Elyface.

Caught in a frenzied rage, Teklin seemed to be unaware of fatigue and pain, and was knocked away again and again in the ensuing battle, and rushed forward again and again.

"Ah...... I'm going to kill you, I'm going to avenge Blank and Suo...... Ah......h

Tecklin's muscles bulged and his eyes burned with rage, like a beast, roaring wildly at Eliface.

At this time, in terms of momentum, he actually had the momentum to break through the high-level realm.

After the yell, Tekrin arched his body and used his feet like a heavy chariot that had suddenly started, roaring and crashing into Elifas, who was fighting Lance and Ike.

Elipas was already aware of this, and there was a gleam on his face.

It worked!

The strength of this dwarf has been exerted to the extreme.

If you can force their strength to the extreme before killing these young people with good strength, then the strength of the puppet attendants he made will also be retained to the strongest stage, and if there is the blessing of death power, it will be no problem to break through the high-level realm in one fell swoop.

Obviously, what he wanted was to put an end to Teklin's life at this strongest moment.