"Ah......h

Suddenly attacked, the high-level wizard who seemed to be extremely angry finally endured the stinging pain in his mind, and shouted loudly in a strange tone that no one could understand, and then the fire element outside his body quickly vibrate.

It took almost a second for the high-level wizard's counterattack to be completed, and a ball of red fire lava the size of a human head was already gradually appearing in the air.

With a shake of the sleeves of Salus's robe, the vampire bat transformed by the blood mage had already transformed into a shape, its small plush mouth opened wide, and a strange sound wave that shook people's hearts bombarded the high-ranking wizard.

Although "Smashing Sonic Wave" is not a high-level spell, it is more than enough to interrupt the opponent's casting, and it also cuts most of the fire element protection outside the opponent's body.

This is also related to the fact that most wizards in the wizarding world prefer to cast spells directly with elemental control. Once the caster temporarily loses control of the elements for some reason, these elemental protections can easily be countered by the enemy against the flaws, otherwise the protective protection of a Tier 6 wizard could not be destroyed so easily.

This high-level wizard is obviously a guy who is friendly to fire-based elemental particles, long in attack and weak in defense, and at this moment, he didn't have a chance to plan a counterattack at all, so he fell into the lore of the blood mage Horus. As a last resort, the lava ball, which was not finally completed, suddenly exploded into a stream of hot particles under the control of a high-level wizard, and swept out wildly in all directions, baking and igniting every qiē object it touched.

What had been a cold and rainy night, but in the blink of an eye, it had become a fiery furnace that made people sweat, and a wave of heat suddenly burst out of the dim woodland, almost instantly curling the mist of the wet ground.

The sudden outbreak of fire completely illuminated this world, even if it was seven or eight miles away, you could feel the explosion and ferocity of the scene from afar.

The two third-order wizards in the center of the Blazing Furnace had little room for resistance at all, and they were directly burned to char by this heavenly fire. And the blood mage Horus relied on the many resistance blessings on his body to forcibly penetrate the deadly blow pushed by the high-level wizard with his life force, and his scorching claws pierced the opponent's heart.

Horus, who was almost scorched, pounced on the other party, and took advantage of the moment when his life had not finally dissipated, his sharp canine teeth bit through the carotid artery, and frantically sucked the blood soaked in the strong elemental aura. It was only 5 fingers, and the blood energy absorbed had already made up for the body consumed during the confrontation just now, and quickly repaired the damage to the body.

As the scorched skin fell, the charred parts of his body regrew new flesh and skin, returning him to the best state of battle. And there is still a large amount of blood energy left behind, which is stored in his body in the form of blood crystals as energy support for his subsequent battles.

Horus was already surrounded by the enemy, and he didn't dare to stay too long, so he barely took a few more breaths, so he could only regretfully throw the other party away, and escaped into the rainy night again before the approaching wizard entangled.

Moments later, Grand Wizard of Sarus led a group of people to the scene.

The residual heat is not exhausted, and the transpiring water vapor meets the cold rain at high altitude and constantly makes a strange sound, and the whole scene looks illusory and hazy under the air waves intertwined with cold and heat. Looking at the devastated battlefield, Sarus's face looked cloudy.

Although he had been mentally prepared for the difficulty of the intruder, he still felt a wave of heat surging in his heart when he saw a 6th-order wizard being attacked and killed by the other party in less than half a minute.

The resolute face that had been tempered by many bloody killings smiled fiercely, and casually explained a few words to the cronies and wizards who accompanied him, and as soon as his body was shocked, the Grand Wizard of Saruman had already soared up, turning into a cloud of white smoke and chasing down the blood that had not yet dissipated.

A moment later, a terrifying shock erupted in the depths of the jungle in the distance, and the pillars of fire that soared into the sky, and the hot waves of flames lit up half of the sky, and completely awakened the entire jungle.

How terrible it was for an enraged archwizard, Horus felt it in his own body.

As soon as he repaired his body, before he could escape from the 5-mile range, he was chased by the enraged Grand Wizard of Saruman. Horus flapped his wings as swift as a ghost, sprinting left and right in the dark rainforest, trying to dodge the puff of smoke.

The sky swayed through the night sky with winding lightning, and it also briefly illuminated the battlefield.

In the dim jungle, which suddenly turned white, giant bats and smoke clouds chased and fled, interspersing between shrubs and trees as fast as lightning. White spears continued to shoot out of the smoke, and after being dodged by the giant bats, no matter where they shot, there was an earth-shattering roar.

Horus was already going mad.

The opponent's attack was too sharp, and with his current body, as long as he was shot by a spear once, it would be a shattered end. Therefore, at this time, he could only take out all his skills, use his strength to eat, and beat his wings hard to rush forward. In a panic, his furry mouse face was wet with rain, his small mouth was wide open, and his bright red tongue was stuck out, looking like he was at the end of his rope.

Just when its body was about to run out, a narrow and hidden canyon suddenly appeared in front of it. The steep and rugged cliff rises high, and a narrow crack only 3 meters wide appears in the rock mass, which is dark and deep, and it is not known where it leads. If it weren't for the fact that bats are naturally good at detecting and locating, I am afraid that it would be easy to ignore this crack in the jungle on such a bad rainy night.

Without thinking so much, Horus spread his wings, and his body was like a sharp arrow from the string, crossing the last distance and slamming into it.

There was an indescribable aura of ferocity in the canyon, and Horus looked back as he tried to cross sideways, and was surprised to find that the great wizard had not caught up.

"Got rid of each other?" With inexplicable joy, Horus glides quietly through the canyon.

But then he sensed something was wrong.

The other party's angry appearance just now is not like a fake, how can he give up the pursuit of himself so lightly? But now the other party hasn't caught up, the reason is either that he doesn't want to chase, or he just doesn't dare to chase.

At the thought of not daring to chase this possibility, Horus's heart jumped violently, and his body soared into the sky, rushing towards the narrow line of heaven above his head.

It's a pity that it's too late, and there are already sudden changes around the body.

The sudden outburst of terrifying screams could not be completely concealed even by the rumbling of thunder, and the constant whirlwind and agitation in the almost closed canyon could make everyone who heard it creep.

The white smoke hung at the entrance of the canyon and hesitated for a moment, before it contracted and condensed and reverted to human form.

Through the moment of lightning in the sky, you can clearly see the solemnity and fear on the face of the Grand Wizard of Salus. Even though he heard the screams in the canyon, he didn't have the slightest intention of rushing in.

A moment later, the sorcerers who had swarmed him rushed to his side, and when they saw the treacherous canyon, they couldn't help but show a look of horror and cringe. The three archsorcerers gathered together and muttered for a while, finally announcing that the intruder was dead.

Some wizards may have been a little confused, but after their companions secretly told him "worm mother" in the shape of their mouths, all their doubts were solved, and even their eyes looked at the canyon with unconcealable horror.

……

It was still in the magnificent wizard tower that stood tall on the cliff of the sea, and the clone of the witch god who had become its temporary owner finally waited for the good news from the front.

A locked intruder has been eliminated as scheduled!

Although the greater expectation of the doppelganger was to capture them alive and torture them to find out their origin and purpose, intelligence from the front showed that the invader was a desperate outlaw. Once he was in a desperate situation, he directly ignited his soul fire, and the violent counterattack caused by it even caused the great wizard who led the team to be hit hard.

The result wasn't perfect, but it was a big win. So with a faint regret, the witch god clone stood in a huge illusory pillar of light, and his mind merged with the body of the god far away in the heavens, and silently began to search for the next intruder.

The gods are omnipotent.

Within the kingdom of God, you can only do what you want, and you can control it as you like.

God is not omniscient and omnipotent.

At least within the realm of the plane, only the divine power must follow the rules of the plane itself, otherwise the backlash of the plane itself will also be a great burden on it.

For the search for the intruder, the god clone relied more on the trace of soul aura that the intruder accidentally exuded when he broke through the dimensional barrier. Of course, if some directly usable items or body fragments can be unearthed at the site where the intruder fell, then this search and location will be more accurate and faster.

In fact, in all seriousness, this is not a search, but an instinctive gift for prophesying the priesthood. When anything related to oneself appears, those who have the priesthood of prophecy can only get broken and messy clues from the ethereal thread of fate. It's a pity that the prophecy priesthood obtained by the witch god itself is broken and broken, so the information obtained in particular is becoming more and more vague and grotesque, and it will be affected by many external factors.

Therefore, in order to maximize the ability of the prophetic priesthood, the witch god did not hesitate to come to the clone at the greatest cost, instead of projection.

Since these damned intruders are carrying some kind of special item that can interfere with prophecy and divination, it is difficult to get normal rewards for accurately capturing themselves. Therefore, the witch god clone is more to grasp the anomaly of the wizarding world through the entanglement and distortion of the fate line.

The boat left traces over the water.

Although the invisible boat could not be seen, it did not prevent it from spotting the traces of the other party from the anomalies of the water marks.

Hidden deep in the wizard tower, with the help of the huge elemental energy stored in it, the witch god divided his body and mind across thousands of rivers and mountains, vaguely swept across a million miles of territory, and slowly sensed the anomalies between heaven and earth according to the basic information fed back by the wizard associations everywhere.

In the vast and mysterious continent of the wizarding world, there is no shortage of strong and domineering entrenchments and protections everywhere. For the gratuitous peeping of the witch god clone, they all expressed their anger and irritability. In many cases, the vague consciousness projected by the Witch God clone will be shattered and dispelled by their surging power, and even counterattack across the air, so this wide-area search result is very unsatisfactory.

However, when some of the fragments of broken armor found in the Thunder Mountains were delivered to the Thunder Mountains, these vague images abruptly vanished, and were replaced by a clear picture.

It's a low, sunken mountain valley where a mysterious knight in black armor sits atop a strange black horse and fights a herd of bipedal wyverns.

It can be seen that this kind of battle is not a challenge for this mysterious knight. The Wyvern's innate hard skin could be ignored in front of a blade that was a meter and a half long, and its so-called innate strength was not worthy of praise in front of a headless horseman. Therefore, the whole battle was ferocious and bloody, and if the dozen or so adult bipedal wyverns had not attacked in groups and cooperated with each other, they would have been slaughtered by the other party.

Even so, the broken bodies of the three-legged wyvern were scattered next to the rubble pile where the Headless Horsemann was slain. A huge gap was cut on one side of the head and neck, and blue blood stains flowed all over the ground.

While the Witch God clone was looking at the undead in front of him through the distant void, the Headless Horseman Serti, who was far away in the Thunder Mountains, inexplicably turned his head to scan the nearby void after the battle. There was obviously nothing there, but there was always a cold and terrible chill on him, which made his soul fire seem restless.

Distraction during a battle obviously won't end well.

was just stunned, and the horse chopping knife that was chopped out did not break through the long neck of the bipedal wyvern in front of him in time, but stuck in the opponent's tough neck bone. Several other bipedal wyverns saw the opportunity and immediately pounced on the side, knocking Serti off the undead black horse with their bodies, and quickly surrounded them.

The battle became more and more bloody.

Angry and terrible roars, the cacophony of teeth gnashing and cutting, and the terrifying sound of knives and flesh splattering, turned the low-lying col into a flesh slaughterhouse that people couldn't bear to look at. The thick smell of blood and the foul-smelling bodily fluids mixed together, filling the entire field, so that those timid beasts did not dare to take half a step.

After a full three quarters of an hour, Selti, who seemed to have just come out of the abyssal pool of blood, slowly walked out of the pile of corpses.

His pitch-black armor had been brushed with countless layers of heavy blue blood, and with each step he took, the plasma that dripped along the shattered armor would gather into puddles of blood behind him. Through the shattered armor, you can see the dense deep scratches on his blue-gray body, and the rolling gray dead air lingers around him, completely dressing him up as a bloody demon king who has experienced a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

With a single kick, he overturned the body of a two-headed wyvern, broke open its bloody mouth, and pulled its head out of it and pressed it to the neck again. Celti looked up at the empty void again inexplicably, and the soul fire suddenly felt a little suppressed.

It's time to move again!

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