Although the body below the chest is almost completely shattered, for a legendary mage, this does not necessarily mean death, and sometimes it only takes a period of dormancy in his base to appear in the world as intact.

All high-level mages have their own way of survival.

The safest way to kill a high-level mage is to destroy all of his lair, or to collapse his methodology, which can be regarded as complete destruction.

So when Neveron sensed the traces of the teleportation spell at the location where Lauzorel fell, he nodded, proving that his ally was not dead.

Just now he was hesitant to take the opportunity to arrest Lauzorill - a tempting idea, because an ally is not as reliable as a puppet or servant, and who knows if a close friend will stab you at the most critical moment?

Even allies have a reservation about trust, and Laurzorell clearly understands them, so he activates the spell escape before Neveron hesitates because of his crooked thoughts.

Perhaps, after some time, we will meet this handsome and dashing head of the Enchanted School with a mouth full of fangs.

"My lord, we ......" Nitsu walked over with his nephew, who had been battered again, to ask about the path down Neveron.

Neveron's eyebrows furrowed deeply.

With the existence of the staff, at least until this thing was destroyed or fell into his hands, he had to be cautious in his actions - he had to be closely protected when he traveled, and if there was nothing important, he had to hide as much as possible, so as to prevent the staff from attacking in secret.

This is just the situation of the short staff in the hands of this middle-level mage, a dark cloud floated in his heart, although the power of the staff deeply interfered with his methodology, making him unable to cast spells, but he was sure that the power of this thing was more than that, if it was held in the hands of a chief or even a ** master, would the above measures still protect his life?

This is something he has to think about.

Besides, who made this staff with such a clear surname? This is also something that must be clarified, and the premise is to catch the little mage with extremely hidden ability.

His forehead swelled, and he felt a headache for the first time in many years of being promoted to chief.

He even felt that even Sazastan did not bother him with this short staff and that little mage.

At least the old lich didn't threaten his methodology.

"Gotta catch him. The grim gaze on his hooked nose swept to the docked ships in the harbor, and he nodded to Nizoddes Sillon, "Burn these things." ”

The ** division of the plastic energy department nodded, and he had to consider the possible surname of Sean who escaped by boat.

He began to channel spells, and more mages who had received a message from Neveron arrived from close by—the teleportation path had been locked up, and they had to fly over to help Nitsu burn the speedboats in the harbor, and many of the merchants or local fishermen and soldiers who had come by boat woke up - some of them had probably woken up long ago, although the red-robed mages had remained as silent and ignorant as they had always been during the battle, but the brutality had made it impossible for them to remain silent.

"My lord, may I ask, this is your order?" Ansel, the current supreme commander here, walked over, he missed what had just happened, and he didn't know what was going on, but he had to come and ask what was going on, he pointed to the burning ship, and asked about the destroying NizOdesilon, the lace color of the other party's neckline made him dare not slack off, but his eyes were deeply disapproving.

This kind of thing that disrupts people's livelihood can't be done by ordinary red robes.

"Where's Lord Sean?" he noticed something was wrong.

"Hmm?!" Neveron walked over and glanced up and down the Searle knight a few times, and Ansel noticed the immaculate robe except for a little burnt black, and his heart was full of respect.

This is the chief.

"Where were you just now?" said the chief with other concerns as he watched the crowd of onlookers pouring out from all over the village and town, pointing at the burning harbor and the ruins of the political axe.

"I led the squad on patrol to the south. Ansel replied.

"So you didn't see what just happened?"

"Yes. ”

“...... Well, you're in luck. Neveron glanced at the crowd a few more times, and the corners of his mouth suddenly picked out boringly: "So, they must have seen it." ”

"My lord, what are your orders?" Neveron's last half of the sentence was not high, so it made Ansel frown.

"No, it's just a fact, well, there's nothing to do with you here, you go down, someone has attacked your chief, you can go and investigate there. The chief pointed to the ruins, Ansel's face sank, he saluted, and led the team over.

Neveron stared at his back, and after the men walked away, he exhaled and gestured to the mages under him.

The mages nodded knowingly and began to cast spells.

Most of the spells are death-proof enchantments against negative energy.

The head of the spell department coughed twice and cleared his throat, and drew a few magic patterns on the ground, although the lines were simple, but in this simplicity there was a complex taste, he threw a little powder on it, and the dark light that followed brought out a cold feeling.

Ansel's heart moved, and he looked back to see Neveron's body gradually floating in the air with his eyes closed in prayer - the effect of the powerful supernatural arcane power dissipating, and the magic patterns on the ground emitted a large amount of glittering silver-gray gas, converging into a shining face in the sky.

Sharp scorpion-like jaws, snake-like writhing hair, toad-like red eyes.

Morihan's turquoise aura wrapped around his face, revealing crocodile-like teeth from his slowly open mouth, like a banshee in purgatory.

Neveron's chant grew brighter and louder, reaching far in all directions, and the mist-condensed banshee's face stared at its huge eyes, as if pulling its non-existent neck, and let out a silent scream.

Bright red blood poured out of Ansel's eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth, like brains exploding in this silent scream, and he breathed twice heavily, rolled his eyes, and fell into the rubble with a dull sound.

All the onlookers gathered to point their fingers were bleeding at the same time, and fell to the ground in a dull manner, and the noise of discussion turned silent after a series of stumbles.

Neveron's body landed on the ground, and the strange face floating above his head let out a series of shrill strange laughs that dissipated in the wind as the caster's frowning wave of his hand.

"Go and look for it, and kill it directly if you meet a living person. He commanded one of his men.

"Yes. ”

"Well, that's already the case. Neveron looked at the harbor town covered in a dead cloud, and shrugged his shoulders at the red robe next to him: "It's all burned." ”

More vigorous flames rose into the sky.

......, "Hey, why don't you speak?" He and she crouched on a hill on the southeast side of the harbor, looking out at the smoke and flames.

"Why don't you thank me?" she looked a little dissatisfied: "That person is Nizi Odesillon, if he deals with you seriously, you will die, I saved your life." ”

"Thank you......" The cold breath came out of his mouth with a sigh, and his expression was still cold.

When anger and sorrow were deeply accumulated in his heart, countless emotions flowed through his heart one after another.

"No sincerity. She frowned, "Hmm, why did he kill your teacher? Who are those two red-robed mages? I haven't seen that style of red-robed muse, and there is no variegated color on the whole body. ”

Penny looked at the girl in black, his gaze becoming more and more strange: "You don't know them?"

"Isn't that weird?" Lanew frowned.

As a half-outsider, her knowledge of the Red Robe Mage Guild ...... In fact, it is also mediocre.

The color of the chief's uniform is not clear to everyone outside of Searle.

"One is Master Lauzzorrell, the chief of the Enchanting School, and the other is Lord Neveron, the Chief of the School of Spells. ”

“...... Huh, are you kidding?" she contorted her cheeks as if she were looking at a madman's face, "A Chief Adult would be killed by you in one attack?"

She could clearly remember how Laurierle had been powerless in front of Penny's staff, that kind of mage would be the chief?

However, Penny's expression clearly told her that it was not a joke, and she looked at Penny seriously for a long time, and her expression gradually became serious: "Are they really the chief?"

"I grasped their weaknesses. Penny calmly watched the distant firelight, a deeper hatred burning his nerves like the flame, he knew what was going on there—how could a legendary mage allow others to know his weakness.

Therefore, large-scale killing is also inevitable.

"So...... You're finished. "Mastering the weakness and strength of the chief to be able to compete with the chief, the difference between these two concepts Lannie naturally clearly understood, thinking of the vast sea of red-robed mages under the two chiefs, and the sensation that this kind of thing might cause, Lanny raised her eyebrows, blurted out, and then her own eyebrows also wrinkled.

Clearly, her actions had pushed her into his side, and her face grew pale at the thought of the consequences of doing so.

"You can try to take my life, it will probably keep you safe. Penny smiled sarcastically, "Of course, I think it's more likely that Lord Neveron will kill you directly." ”

Her face turned blue-purple.

"But I'm not going to give up revenge. He stood up and looked at the flames burning in the distance: "This is what I have to do." ”

“...... Revenge?" Her gaze wandered for a moment, becoming more and more dazed.

Probably she didn't know what to do.

Penny turned around, guided the spell to summon a mount, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

Before plotting revenge, it is essential to find a safe place to stay.

"Wait. "There's one more person behind Penny.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I don't know. Her eyes were still confused and dazed, and she shook her head.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded.

(To be continued)