"Reparations, Neveron, did you hear that?"

As a psychic spellcaster, Rouzorrell had an almost legendary sensitivity to other people's emotional changes, but when he heard the young caster on the ground say this, he didn't feel a huge wave of emotion, just looked at the rigid face, and his heartbeat was out of tune.

Admittedly, the self-sounding words and the look at a dead corpse made Laurzorell feel uncomfortable, but his pride made him refuse to admit it—the feeling that a legendary mage could be intimidated by such a mouse-like character, and that the feeling that came to him was incredible.

"He's asking us for compensation. ”

"It's a pity. Neveron's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head and pointed the glasses on his hooked nose into Penny's gaze: "Your mentor is dead in vain. ”

"Yes. Penny nodded, "You're right, people like him don't deserve to die, so I need something to talk to, my lords, oh, you're probably going to think I'm crazy." ”

He muttered, as if he had a taste of talking to himself, and he was a little incredible, but at this time, he didn't feel too much anxiety, and his mood was as quiet as a freeze.

If there are things that must be held onto, and some obligations that must be fulfilled, then there seems to be no other choice than life and death.

Even the choice was locked in the moment it happened.

The ashes of the ruins had not yet been gone, but the embers of his soul had drifted away, and he stood silently in front of the ruins, knowing that he had to do something.

Whether or not it is in accordance with the wishes of the deceased.

"You are indeed crazy, madman, I already knew you were crazy, you are not only a madman, you dare to oppose me, you are an idiot. Lifar said contemptuously, "Today you are dead, idiot. ”

He landed on the ground in the distance and picked up a wall tile from the rubble: "I will use this to return to you everything you gave me." ”

"Don't worry, Lifal. Old Niz squinted at Penny in the distance, "We'll catch him." ”

"Well, Niz, he's over to you. Laurzoreal nodded lightly and was about to turn away.

It is indeed very unnecessary to deal with such a small foot and do it yourself.

Neveron looked at the ant-small mage, nodded, and turned away.

"Wait. Penny took two steps forward and stopped the chiefs who were about to leave: "I just said that you need to compensate me for something, so you can't just leave." ”

"Huh?" Lauzorel raised an eyebrow in displeasure, and he turned around with an unhappy expression, "I should teach you how to be respectful to us in place of your ghost teacher." ”

The center of his palm began to glow.

"I think you should meet in person to discuss this issue, my teacher will be very happy, and so will I, of course, in the underworld or the lower realm. Penny took out a short, curved staff and pointed it at the red-robed chief in the air, and at this moment when he couldn't breathe, a large number of blue strange flames were released from Penny's side, and along this short staff, with a strange arcane energy shot out, like a thick blue pillar of light!

The moment this pillar of blue light appeared, the arcane power in Laurzorel's body suddenly became irrepressibly wild, and the arcane light on his hand turned into a spontaneous combustion effect like a flame, and he instantly cut off all contact with the source sea, and his thoughts and consciousness became blurred like lightning- As if disturbed by some foreign object, a thick pillar of blue light pierced through his body without hindrance, and with a loud bang, a huge firework exploded from his chest, and his flesh and blood flew a dozen yards away with the rampaging arcane energy, burning up in the air.

Before the contemptuous smiles of Nyze and Lifal had disappeared from their faces, they saw that half of Laurier's body had been shattered by the impact of that blue light, and a frozen sensation was transmitted from the eyes to the heart, and then from the heart to the limbs, and from the limbs to the torso, and froze there like a zombie.

"It turned out to be you!" Neveron also stiffened in that strange wave of energy, his mind and spell power uncontrollably stiffened under a strong disturbance directed at his weakness, and he was still in panic and shock the moment the blue magic flame and the short staff appeared.

Emotions of incredulity and sudden realization surged out of his heart like a tidal wave, and Penny's staff was already aimed at his face.

"Nyx, you idiot, kill him quickly! he can't deal with you!" Infinite horror forced him to give an order to Nizzo Odessilon, who was haunted by fear because of Lauzorel's instantaneous death, and the old enchanter did not react until the next moment, the second pillar of blue light was already heading towards Neveron's head, what was the precaution, Neveron gritted his teeth and detonated all the trigger spells on his body- This would undoubtedly have caused him serious injuries, yet his body was offset by this spell concussion for some distance, flashing a deadly blue light.

And Nyz reacted at this time, he was a little at a loss, and subconsciously threw a fireball in the direction of Penny - he himself was not sure if such a spell would have achieved its goal.

The image of the explosion in Lauzorel's face had not completely dissipated, and in his mind, he had already thought of Penny as some kind of monster.

It was a casual move, but it undoubtedly saved Neveron's life, and before the staff could emit a third light, Penny's body flew out in a strong concussion.

The power of the fireball technique thrown by a ** master who is proficient in the spells of the Plastic Energy School can be imagined, and all the spell protection on the mage's body is instantly scrapped, if it weren't for the talisman given by Oseia to pop up a light shield, this one fireball would have reimbursed his life.

Even so, he still struggled to get up from the dizziness caused by the concussion.

Although he was unable to take Penny's life, it undoubtedly drove away the fear in Nitsu's heart that his own spell worked on him.

He was about to throw another fireball over and end the life of this dangerous mage, when he suddenly heard a sharp scream from his nephew, he turned his head and saw his dear nephew lying in a pool of blood again, lying on the ground with his hands covering his lower body, and a girl in a black cloak standing with a short knife dripping blood with a happy sneer on her face.

She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

After the dizziness at the beginning of the teleportation array, she noticed this guy who had thought about herself differently, and she had always been unkind to such a red-robed mage, especially when she was in a bad mood.

And this man surnamed Hongpao left a very bad impression on her in the short contact, and it is understandable that various factors can attract her malice.

And Lifar, who had returned from the abyss, had not yet prepared a spell and was certainly unable to deal with a well-trained samurai, and this is how the tragedy happened.

"Mr. Lifal, do you still have any thoughts on me, huh, lowly man?" she crouched down and rubbed the blood-stained knife against the sand, and with a pang of disgust on her face, she simply threw the knife away—after all, the blood came from that part.

"You damn dog men and women. It seemed to have caused some misunderstanding on the part of Mr. Lifal, his legs were tightly clamped, his upper body was bent and his hands were covering the place where he had been cut, his eyes were bloodshot and his throat was hoarse: "Uncle, come and save me!"

"Damn!" Nizi Odesilon flew over in a rage, of course he couldn't use the fireball spell to kill his nephew and the woman, seeing that Lifar was wounded, and the red-hot brain didn't even tell him what spell to use, Lannie saw that he had attracted Odyssilon's attention, and flashed to the side alertly, noticing where Penny was paralyzed and falling to the ground, ran over and scooped it up and ran away.

"Don't let them run!" With a scorched scar, looking embarrassed, Neveron walked to Nizi Odessilon's side - he was still able to stay safe under the protection of this ** division.

Nizio Desilon was shocked, and he looked at Lannielou to pick up the mage's escape route, and wanted to throw a fireball to solve them, but when he saw that the mage on his back had launched some spell, the figures of the two people disappeared in an instant.

He was stunned for a moment, and unfolded his true vision technique, but he couldn't find any trace of them at all, and couldn't help but be extremely shocked: "What kind of spell is this?"

"That's it, that's it. It didn't seem to hurt so much, Lifar hissed, "He's good at this kind of trick, hiding himself without a trace, I fell for him, he ran away!"

Nizio Desillon's eyelids jumped, and he took out a healing scroll to stop the bleeding for Lifal - such a serious injury must be recovered with a high divine technique, and the scroll on his body could only stop the bleeding superficially, and after he finished guiding this spell, he looked up and saw the iron-colored Neveron looking at him with a cold gaze.

"My lord, what was going on just now, just now?" he asked tentatively.

"You saw it all?" Neveron picked his eyelids.

"Me?" Niz was just about to answer something, when she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

The result of a fireball test just now had already told him that the young mage named Sean didn't really have the strength to compete with the legendary mage, so there must be a reason why Laurzoreal exploded in a flash.

Seeing Neveron's follow-up reaction, he already vaguely knew the reason, and cold sweat immediately fell.

Knowing the weaknesses of a legendary mage is not good news for him.

If Neveron was afraid that the news would spread so much that it would fall into the hands of his enemies...... Then it is also necessary to keep secrets and kill people, even if it is unilateral.

"I swear to keep it secret by methodology. He raised a hand, knowing that in this case, life and death were also between Neveron's thoughts.

He didn't have the guts to go up against a legendary mage.

Neveron nodded, although it was only an empty oath, but he still had a certain trust in Niz: "Very good, Niz, you are wise. ”

"Yes, my lord, what shall we do now?"

"Of course, we must integrate and notify all the mages, close the teleportation channels in various places, and find an excuse to conduct a large-scale search. Neveron narrowed his eyes and made arrangements, he stared for a moment, and then ordered all over Serre, and then opened his eyes: "Go and see how Lauzorel is doing." ”

(To be continued)