"You...... Who the hell are you?" Everyone looked at the muse for a while, and a male wizard couldn't help but speak out and questioned the muse, "How can you have such a powerful ability, why do you want to collude with the Deep Blue Keep? Is it really the same as the wizard of the White Stone Tower said, you are a crazy wizard organization trying to restore the Black Spirit Empire?

At the end, the male wizard let out a scream.

The muse moved like a ghost, appeared behind the male wizard, stabbed a hand into the male wizard's body, and then pinched the male wizard's heart.

With a "poof", the body of the male wizard fell to the ground, and the muse whispered: "Who am I? Didn't I already say that it was the one who killed you, and as an ant, it is enough to know this, so why ask some meaningless questions?"

The words of the muse seem to be addressed to the dead wizards, but they are actually addressed to the rest of the wizards who are still alive.

The living wizards understood this, and when they heard this, they couldn't help but be angry and frightened.

Annoyed, the Muse's naked, undisguised contempt for them.

Fearfully, the Muses do seem to have the qualifications to despise them. If nothing else, just two shots and a quick kill of the two wizards were amazing enough, and no one present had the confidence that they could do this.

After all, the dead wizard is not a cat or a dog, they all have the strength of at least a second-level wizard, and they are also the strongest of the second-level wizards, which should not be underestimated in any wizarding organization. Now, like a dog, he died without dignity.

This!

The many wizards were silent, looking sideways at the muse, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, a tall male wizard couldn't help but stand up, with a look of indignation. His name is Barlow, he wears a withered gray robe, and is a member of the Rotten Swamp.

Barlow looked at the Muse and exclaimed, "Woman, I admit that you are indeed better than we thought, perhaps even better than that old fellow of Sieg. But I don't believe it, our people here, under your hands, can't hold out even a round.

The two people who died just now were just you taking advantage of the sneak attack. You have the ability, you fight me head-on, if you can still kill me, you are really powerful!"

After saying the last word, Barlow stepped under his feet and rushed towards the muse at high speed. In the process of approaching the muse, the whole person's body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, the muscles bulged, the skin hardened, and finally turned into a cyan rock giant.

This is a very powerful change-type spell!

After turning into a rock giant, Barlow's speed was not affected, but instead accelerated a few points contrary to common sense, reaching the muse, unceremoniously clenching a punch the size of a sandbag, carrying a powerful impact and blasting out.

"Die!"

Barlow yelled, with an astonishing momentum.

The muse stood in place, and after watching it, he didn't dodge at all, and watched Barlow keep approaching her body, and only at the last moment did he spit out a word.

"Cut!"

The muse pouted, then raised his hand, clenching his fist as well. With a delicate white fist, it collided with Barlow's fist.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Barlow's rushing body suddenly stopped. Barlow looked at Muse's fist and widened his eyes, but with all his strength, he found that he couldn't move forward.

"How is this possible?!"

"Humph!"

The muse snorted coldly, and the next moment his arm moved, and with a "poof", the delicate white fist directly chiseled through Barlow's fist and inserted it into Barlow's palm. Grabbing Barlow's bones and making a round of force, he pulled out a full circle and smashed it the ground on one side, smashing out a deep pit.

This is not over, the muse jumps into the deep pit, almost in a ravaging posture, frantically attacking Barlow in the form of a rock giant. Barlow struggled to resist, but couldn't stop at all, and tried to fight back, but he couldn't succeed at all.

All this happened almost in a very short time, and before the rest could react, Baron was beaten to death by the muse.

"Whoa!"

The muse dragged Barlow out of the pit with one hand, grabbed him by the neck, and asked Barlow, "Now you know how good I am, right?"

"I'm ......" Barlow's lips closed and he made a faint sound.

"What?" the muse subconsciously leaned into the past.

At this moment, Barlow's eyes widened, and the whole lithified head was like an iron hammer, smashing the head of the muse, completing a super perfect headbutt.

"Hahaha! ahem!" Barlow coughed and laughed, and said to the muse, "Stupid, you've been tricked! It seems that you are not very smart, you will be fooled by such a clumsy trap of mine!haha, ahem." ”

"So what?" replied the Muse, staring at Barlow and pointing straight at his heart, "so you won, or do you think you can survive?"

"I ......," Barlow said, his lips opening and closing.

This time, Muse didn't give Barlow a chance, and his head took the initiative to hit out, and with a stronger force than Barlow, he smashed it on Barlow's rocky head.

"Whoa!"

With a shattering sound, most of Barlow's head was smashed, and Barlow's whole person twitched, and he fell to the ground with a "bang", and his breath was gone.

"Hmph, ants who can only be clever still think that they have some great wisdom in their hands, and it is not a pity to die. The muse looked at Barlow's corpse, snorted, and slowly straightened up, looking at the rest of the wizards.

Then she noticed that numerous wizards were looking at one part of her body.

"Huh?" Muse raised his eyebrows slightly, touching the area being stared at - the top of his head, and then a wisp of blood flowed down. Obviously, when she showed her retaliatory headbutt to Barlow just now, she used too much force and was injured. But for her, she didn't need to care about it at all.

It's just a trivial thing that is not worth mentioning, do you need to be so surprised?

The muse thought in his mind.

At this moment, among the remaining wizards, an old man looked at her and spoke.

The old man who opened his mouth called Martin, dressed in a green robe embroidered with mushroom patterns, and was a member of the mushroom forest. He looks seventy or eighty years old, and his appearance is not good-looking, and he is not at all noticeable. But the moment he spoke, everyone's eyes fell on him involuntarily, and a majestic momentum was released from his body, showing great strength.

Level 3 Wizard!

Martin looked at the muse, spoke slowly, and said in a narrative tone, "You're hurt." ”

"Yes, I'm hurt. The muse didn't deny it, "But what's wrong with that?"

"For you, maybe nothing, but in my opinion, it means a lot. ”

"Even?"

"You are injured, which means that you are actually flesh and blood like us. You may be strong, but you are not invincible. If we are ants, you are ants as well. And ants and ants fight against them, it is impossible to win, therefore, we have the possibility to defeat and kill you. Martin said solemnly, his white beard fluttering slowly in the night breeze.