Yes, at the same moment, there were two more anthropomorphic humanoids with the same appearance in the consciousness space.

Spiritual power anthropomorphism, this is something that every mage with good spiritual power will do, but it is not of much help to the confrontation of spiritual power. Therefore, when it comes to real knife and real gun attacks, they are more willing to meet the enemy in the form of the origin of spiritual power, and are not willing to spend their mental energy on meaningless body shaping.

But the opponent in front of him not only cut his spiritual power into two parts, but also directly shaped his true appearance, which is not a little bit of a loss of mental strength.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, the high-level mage's heart shrank suddenly. This face is too familiar to him, because he has been busy for so long, and the design is aimed at the owner of this face, the new first place in the spell competition - Master Li Xun.

Wait a minute...... How it feels like something is wrong!

According to the plan, the person who specially put back the messenger at this time should still be halfway through, why did the young mage already arrive, or did it gush out of the core area of the apprentice's consciousness so weirdly? Could it be that he had already transformed this disciple into some kind of spiritual puppet-like being?

The battlefield of the spiritual world is also a battlefield, how can he be allowed to think about problems there in a boring way.

The two Li Xun who appeared at the same time snorted lightly, one grabbed the spiritual cloud where Little Jack's consciousness was, and rushed towards the high-level mage, while the other Li Xun smiled weirdly, his figure flashed and disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared at the edge of the consciousness space, and followed the traces of the high-level mage's coming.

"Not good!" The high-level mage was instantly terrified, and he couldn't have known exactly what the enemy wanted to do.

In this spiritual power invasion, he has already taken out nearly his strength, and he is almost going all out. The spiritual power left in the body is not enough to protect itself, if this treacherous enemy spirit body is allowed to break in at this time, I am afraid that it will ......

Before he could turn his thoughts, the spirit body where his consciousness was located was a plain white tremor. The intense pain that penetrated his soul quickly diffused to every strand of his spiritual body, causing his consciousness to suddenly paralyze for two seconds, and he missed the opportunity to intercept the intruder.

Damn, there's an enemy in front of you!

If you don't solve this enemy, I'm afraid that you won't have a chance to defend yourself at all.

Instantly understanding this, the high-level mage's possessed spirit body erupted with monstrous battle intent and anger, and used all means to fight with the young mage's simulated body that was left behind.

Little Jack's consciousness space suddenly became a battlefield of various lightning storms, psychic shock waves, and red lotus fires, transforming a peaceful and peaceful area into Senluo Hell. The two foreign spirits did not give in to each other, and all kinds of spiritual attack methods were varied, and in a short period of time, they fought evenly between the top and the bottom.

However, at this time, in the small tent where Little Jack's body was located, the high-ranking mage who was sitting cross-legged trembled for a moment, slowly withdrew the fingers pressed between the little mage's eyebrows, and stood up slowly and stiffly.

The space inside the tent was too small, and the high-ranking mage opened his eyes and just swept it all in. Looking at the little mage who was bloodstained and the mage was tortured under him, he couldn't help but snort coldly. With a flick of the finger, under the violent dismantling of the "mage's hand", the iron neck? , needle gloves, bundle magic rings and other equipment were taken off one by one, and the little mage finally gained his freedom again.

And at this time, there was a soft sound of footsteps outside the small tent, and someone outside whispered softly:

"Lord Sassuval...... Lord Sassuwal......"

"Sassuvar? This name is vaguely familiar! The High Mage stroked his forehead and thought hard.

The people who could see it also knew that the high-level mage was casting spells on the captives, so they didn't dare to rush in, and they didn't even dare to call too loudly.

"What's the matter?" Time was pressing, and there was no time to check the memory of this high-level mage named Sassuwal, Li Xun could only pinch his throat and answer vaguely.

"My lord, Master Saikar, please come and go. Looks like there's new news coming from the target's side! The outsider replied respectfully.

Sekar? Guru? Target?

A series of questions rose in Li Xun's heart, and he could extract a lot of amazing information just by saying this sentence.

He hadn't heard the name Sekar, but it seemed that someone who could call himself a master in front of a high-level mage was at least a master. As for the goal, I guess I can't say it's myself, right?

Just suppressed the movement of the residual spiritual power of the high-level mage, Li Xun commanded this body There is no big problem, but the spell is a little reluctant. Without a stable soul node, without a seamless body, if you want to cast spells, you can only transfer the power at multiple intervals. The power decay is terrible!

However, at this moment, the soul fluctuations emitted by the Blood Demon Soul Node are already within a hundred miles, and it will probably be possible to arrive here in another half an hour, so there is no need to worry about accidents.

Li Xun waved his hand, and a simple illusion enveloped the little mage again. In the eyes of outsiders, the little mage is still the same as before.

After making the arrangement, Li Xun picked up the curtain and walked out of the small tent.

Waiting outside the tent was a mage apprentice dressed as a servant, although he was not wearing the usual white apprentice robes, but the shallow mana aura could not hide Li Xun's perception.

"My lord, please come with me!" The junior apprentice bowed and saluted, then turned around and led the high-ranking mage towards a large tent in the distance.

This is a campsite.

Judging from the surrounding environment, it should be in some hidden valley.

The ridges, which are not very high on all sides, are covered with snow and powder. As the cold wind is kept out, the valley is quite warm under the warm winter sun.

However, the valley was not quiet at this time, and there were many large and small tents everywhere, and there were many sturdy warriors coming in and out of them, obviously setting up and busy with something.

The tent he was going to was undoubtedly the largest and most luxurious one in the valley, located in the middle of the valley, surrounded by stars and moons. The camp was heavily guarded, guarded by knights in full shining armor. The murderous atmosphere of the battlefield.

Xu knew the identity of the high-level mage, and the warriors and knights he met along the way all touched their chests and saluted the mage, and no one dared to come forward to interrogate. So the two of them all the way? Chang came to the door of the tent.

The apprentice lifted the curtain, Li Xun hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped into the big tent.

At this time, he finally remembered that the reason why this name of Sassoval was familiar was because the two really "knew each other". If he remembered correctly, the High Mage of Sassuvar was probably his first opponent at the Dagon Academy of Magic, and the process of fighting seemed to be unpleasant, so it was understandable that the other party held a grudge against him.

There weren't many people in the tent, only a few three or four. Sitting in the center was an old red-robed mage, his wrinkled face like dead bark flashing with cold eyes, and a communication crystal in his hand was silently distracted. On the wooden chair on the left side of the big tent sat two blue-robed high-level mages, talking in a low voice, and when they saw "Sassovar" coming in, they stopped talking. On the right side of the tent sat a young nobleman, in the prime of his life, playing with a turquoise boulder in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face.

Li Xun's pupils constricted slightly.

What the young nobleman held in his hand was the original form of Hellfire, the Filthy Dark Stone, which should have been the one he had given to Little Jack.

Li Xunqiang pressed the anger in his chest, walked to the top of the aristocratic young man with a calm expression and sat down silently.

Something is not right in the field! I remember that at the beginning of the communication with Little Jack, he only mentioned that there was a high-level mage in the enemy team, but he had never seen the master's cunzài. And in the big tent in front of him, there is a master, three high-level mages, such a team to sneak attack Little Jack's mercenary team, no matter what, it is a bit too extravagant!

Just as Li Xun's brain was spinning, the red-robed master sitting at the top had already turned his face and asked in a deep voice, "Sassoval, is your work done?" Did you notice anything unusual? ”

"That little guy doesn't know much, I have carefully checked some suspicious places many times, and I have not found particularly valuable information!" "Sassoval" bowed slightly, and replied hoarsely.

Several people in the tent turned around on "Sassoval" with puzzled eyes, although they noticed that he was a little different from usual, and his voice was much more vague and indistinct, but they did not think about it, only thought that he was tired from overcasting. Torture a small level 2 mage can make himself so wolf, and everyone's feelings for him can't help but be lowered a little bit.

Ever since suffering a big loss at the hands of that young mage, this "Sassoval" has become a little irritable and extreme, otherwise he would not have been so lightly moved to participate in this revenge. However, if this operation is successful, someone must come forward to take the matter and calm the anger within the guild, otherwise everyone present really disdains to be in the company of such a loser.

The atmosphere in the big tent suddenly froze and became awkward.

"Sassoval" didn't care about everyone's surprised and disdainful gazes, and asked in a dumb voice: "Master, you suddenly sent someone to call me, but what's wrong?" ”

"Well, there's something wrong with it!" The red-robed master Sekar's expression was more solemn: "The information sent back from Oneros City shows that the target's arcane tower appeared in an abnormal state half an hour ago, and a red cloud flew out, and the target pointed directly in the direction where we were. ”

"Half a quarter of an hour ago?"

"Not bad. Calculate the time, it should be exactly the time for you to cast a spell on that little mage! That's why I wonder if you ever perceived something unusual when you cast a spell? ”

"Sassoval" tilted his head and pondered for a moment, then said hesitantly: "That little mage's spirit is extremely tenacious and difficult, and it took me a little more time to obtain more complete memory information. I didn't perceive any abnormal mental fluctuations and spell traps during the process, so it shouldn't be the little mage's problem, right? ”

The high-ranking mage sitting at the top of the left couldn't help but speak: "It's not the little mage's problem, is it that we leaked the news?" In order to lure the target into an ambush, we didn't show up at all in the previous action, and you were the only one who appeared, so as not to scare away the main owner. But now the mercenary who stayed behind to report back is still halfway, and the target has already moved, isn't it that the information here has been leaked? ”

The fellow mage who sat at the head of the mage also spoke up and said, "Maybe someone was careless for a while, and he didn't find a particularly secret spiritual protection!" ”

The words and demeanors of the two were full of disdainful contempt, and the words were bitter and harsh.

Li Xun was quite relieved to hear it, but due to the limitations of his identity, he couldn't laugh and applaud, but he had to be lucky to stir his mind, so that a terrible red glow appeared on his face, and he pretended to be angry.

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