The creature looked at Raphael with a little hesitation.

It's a pity to let go of such a delicious meal. If you want to find it, I'm afraid it's not so easy.

However, the person in front of him has some abilities that can shackle himself. It's not very stable, but if it really makes him successful. He was going back to that damned land again, thinking of the boring years he had spent in it, and listening to the muffled words that seemed to persuade people to do good.

It really made him want to vomit for a few days and nights, and if he was sent back again, he would rather kill himself.

The creature's eyes flickered, and it was evident that it was struggling.

Raphael's hand quietly shifted rapidly behind his back, stamping with one hand. This is a more personal way to cast spells, but this skill is more accessible to the people. As long as you're willing to put in enough effort, you have a good chance of learning.

So, although hard work is not of great use, it can still bring you something in return once in a while.

And with the cover of the domain, the creature didn't even notice this little action of Raphael.

Raphael's field is water, a small drop of water may seem like nothing, but it can transform into fog, ice, etc., which gives it a variant. It can be turned into weapons, shields, covers, etc. To put it nicely, this is the realm of the panacea.

But with the divine power in Raphael's body, the blessing of the Qilin Holy Family, and the matching of professional expertise, there is even a bonus of divine position and divine position in the back. Then this field will become more and more powerful!

There is no such thing as the most powerful, only the best for yourself. Master Reginord, Ambery, and Heatina, the goddess of magic, had all said this to themselves, and that was Raphael's last choice.

The creature wanted to kill and retreat, and hesitated. But Raphael was very adamant, saying that he wanted to let this guy go, but it was just lip service. This kind of exile is not a big threat to him, and the other party hesitates precisely because of his thirst for the divine power in his body. And this proves that he will not let himself go in the true sense.

The reason why he is behaving like this now is because the hand he showed earlier made him feel jealous. But if he waits until his strength is restored, then he will definitely not forget his piece of cake.

But what he doesn't know is that in Raphael's eyes, he is also a delicious piece of cake.

Originally, in the game, killing or catching these Wanderers would be rewarded. As for what the reward is, Raphael is not very clear. Because by the time he knew, the strength of those exiled was no longer something he could easily provoke. Although I don't know if there is such a reward on the Io continent, but the bold are starved to death.

Rather than keeping a time bomb next to you and not knowing when it will explode, it is better to be anti-guest.

"Huh?" Although Raphael's small movements were hidden from everyone, the fluctuations of magic power were still keenly detected by the creature.

Suddenly, a giant whale appeared from beneath him. The irresistible wind and thunder of the carrier crashed into this creature, and if it was hit tightly, I am afraid that even half a life would be lost.

The appearance of this giant whale made Lotom's face suddenly pale, and the shock in his heart was too great. Although there is a mage profession among the orcs, the knowledge they have mastered is very rudimentary. Bursts of fire, bursts of frost, lightning storms, that's the top of what orc mages can do with magic.

But the so-called foolish people have foolish blessings, as long as they can master it, they can call it as they want like a high-level magician. But even so, these magic spells could not bring them qualitative change. After all, if more orcs had this ability, they would inevitably choose to become a high sacrifice rather than a deviant magician.

The speed of the creature's reaction was already very fast, but it was still rubbed on the leg by the giant whale that suddenly appeared, and it didn't even have time to react, and the leg was immediately abolished. It's soft and collapsing like paste.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~" Even at this time, he couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, this guy in front of him was so ruthless that he chose to shoot unexpectedly.

"What are you doing here?" Although he was stripped of a leg, this did not make this guy timid, but showed a fierce look.

"Kill you." A very simple response, Raphael's second wave of offensive has followed.

Although the battle of a mage cannot be as dangerous as that of a warrior, it can take a person's life in an inch. But the jumping of a player's hand on the keys is obviously fascinating.

"Ice Kill." Raphael stared at the creature with a blank gaze, as cold as ice.

It was like a hailstorm in the air, but it was a premeditated plan with a killing plane.

Ice cubes turn into a net, like a fisherman's spiked fishing net, in order to hunt down those dangerous fish monsters.

The tip of the creature's tongue danced, a completely crude offensive with an indescribable grace, like a swordsman wielding the sword in his hand.

The wounds from the previous were wriggling, apparently recovering quickly in a way unimaginable to ordinary people.

Raphael's gestures changed within the ice mist, and a divine and majestic light slowly came out of his hands, like a candle flame that was about to burn out, swaying with the last light and heat of his own. The light sent forward, and the light unfolded violently, as if it wanted to turn into a second sun in the sky.

The light shone on the bodies of the soldiers below, making them feel as if they had been massaged all over their bodies. But the creature let out a howl of pain, and the impermeable web of the sword began to leak in. Raphael also unceremoniously inserted ice into his body.

A terrible chill was injected into his body, and his body was already covered with a trace of iron. Ironically, the divine power he couldn't ask for entered his body like this. Not only did he not absorb it, but he suffered from it.

"If it is not your own power, do not try to plunder. Otherwise, you will only die. ”

The ball of light kept moving forward, making the creature even more sad, and eventually, with Raphael's last words, hundreds of ice cubes were inserted into the body at the same time, condensing into an ice sculpture.

The ball of light rushed into the ice sculpture, and there was a 'zizi' sound of roasting meat, and finally, with a low cracking sound, the ice sculpture turned into crystal and dazzling ice crystals, which looked like someone had set off a firework in the air.

And as this ice sculpture shattered, a flash of white light rushed into Raphael's heart with lightning speed, and it was instantly integrated into the divine power.

……

The battle didn't last very long, but it was fascinating to watch.

Whether it was Raphael's flashy moves or the creature's resistance, this attack and defense were unimaginable to them.

"Is this a high-level battle?" They can't help but think like this in their minds, there is no superfluous movement, every move used is to kill you, and the layered layout is only for the final blow.

Lothom had lost his previous sharpness, and the young man in front of him was more dangerous than he had imagined. It turned out to be a battle mage!

"When did such a terrible creature come out of the human race?" His gaze wandered, but the hand holding the broken corpse tightened, obviously watching out for whether Raphael would strike a rake at this time.

Raphael looked at Lothom with a frosty gaze, but the surrounding area slowly dissipated, and the coldness in his gaze gradually dissipated.

"I don't want to kill you, remember what I said earlier." Raphael did not intend to get involved in the whirlpool between the two, which he had already made clear in his mind.

If he really left all these orcs here, then these orcs are afraid that they will come to him for trouble. And he was obviously in a lot of trouble, and if there was an extra group of orcs and the gods behind them to keep an eye on him, it would really be a crime.

"Did you save Klaten?" Lothom didn't go straight away, and asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Nodding his head, he turned around, and the meaning was obvious.

"Thank you." Lothom's thank you doesn't know if it's for Klaten or for Raphael to let them go.

……

The orcs began to retreat, and the soldiers here in Ottore were staring at them. If it weren't for the order from above, they would have thrown their weapons out.

No one asked Raphael why he let the orcs go, not even Dybala Ottore, who had paid the shot in advance. Raphael did not want to be drawn into a war between the two, as even a discerning person could tell.

After all, with Raphael's current strength, not to mention the Ottore royal family, even those great empires can only be treated as guests. Trying to forcibly tie him to the crumbling chariot of the Ottore royal family was obviously just wishful thinking.

"Thank you very much for your assistance to us, and we in the Ottore family will remember it in our hearts." Such non-nutritious polite words, how much sincerity there is, it is estimated that only I can know.

However, Raphael unexpectedly won them a living space, which was obviously more cost-effective than killing these orcs.

At least tactically, the crowd was convinced of Raphael's actions. After all, Raphael can't stay in the Kargils area forever, so as long as Raphael leaves, the orcs will inevitably launch a new wave of attacks. Will they be able to withstand the fierce attack of the orcs at that time?

Anyway, whether this transaction is a loss or a profit, it may be really difficult to figure out a clue.

But at least Raphael earned it, and the Ottore royal family has been established for hundreds of years, and it has prospered, and the treasures in it are also on the cards.

And if nothing else, the mere benefits of hunting that creature were enough to make Raphael go crazy with excitement.

"Hunter

The exiles of the exiles are all the scourges of the world. Io wanted to influence them with kindness, but apparently not all creatures had a heart that could be touched.

(The cost of space magic decreases, the success rate of space magic release increases, and the comprehension of space laws is +0.01%)"

He didn't expect that he would be able to obtain such a special title, no wonder so many people would hunt these banished creatures every day, it was really not unreasonable. The improvement of the comprehension of the laws of space, which is a very terrible improvement for any profession.

It was night, on top of the quiet high-rise building, two figures were talking side by side. The sky was clean, and the light hit the faces of both of them, bringing a touch of softness to them all.

"I hope you'll take this opportunity to do it all over again." Rafael looked at Dybala Ottore, who was still alive in this world, and he was quite emotional. You know, he didn't survive the coup d'état of Archduke Louis Pechens. Perhaps the biggest change he made to the country was not to save Ottore XI, but to save this man.

"I will, I didn't expect you to be at the beginning, but I just missed it because of one of my wanderings. It seems that I really don't have the good life of the seventh generation. Dybala Ottore said this to Raphael at the harbour of St. Helier. In Ottore's family biography, Ottore VII's life can be summed up in luck, in today's parlance, the koi himself.

"Everyone's fate is not the same, instead of envying your ancestors, find a way to leave something enviable in your family. After all, many times, the beauty that is missed will not come back. Raphael didn't expect that the words that fooled Dybala Ottore at the beginning would still be remembered by him, and he felt funny and emotional at the same time.

"Yes, but from the bottom of my heart, I'm grateful for your help. In fact, when I asked you for help, I was also beating a drum in my heart, and I don't know if you would agree. Dybala Ottore said this sincerely, perhaps because of the gap between the two sides, so that he could also say what he wanted to say without scruples.

"As I said, I owe you a favor." This sentence is said calmly, but there is a context that rejects people from thousands of miles away. The implication is to tell Dybala Ottore that I owe you a favor, and now I will pay you back, and we will not owe each other again.

"Let's live well." Before Raphael's voice fell, the man had already disappeared in place, and with a gust of wind, the man and the sculpture had already disappeared from Dybala Ottore's sight.

"Just live well? How can I, Dybala Ottore, be content with the ordinary? It will definitely bring the Ottore family back to Bloometta and bring them to the top again. There was firmness and unyielding in his eyes, perhaps because he was despised by his former people, which made him feel that the majesty and power that belonged to the emperor in his heart had been provoked, and he couldn't help but roar in his heart.