Solaufen had never imagined that anyone could reach such a terrifying speed, and in almost a third of a second, he rushed out of a distance of nearly ten meters, completely exceeding the limit of what his body could bear. He didn't even have time to make a block move, so he could only grit his teeth and activate the "Stone Skin Technique" to resist the long knife that was close at hand.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the sharp blade slashed off a large piece of stone powder. But that was just an appetizer, and Solaufen only saw the giant gem at the top of the Archmage's Staff grow bigger and bigger, smashing it into his face in the blink of an eye.

"Poof!"

The huge force made him fly directly out for several meters, not only half of his face was swollen into a pig's head, but also the protective magic on his body was completely dispelled, and he lay on the ground for a long time without standing up.

After the first blow was successful, Henry did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but stood on the spot and said to the dull Verva with a smile: "As the first part-time mage, you must move faster than your opponent, or it is better to be prepared before the battle, otherwise you will be caught off guard like him." Also, never expect your opponent to give you plenty of time to cast spells in combat, so it's a good idea to try to use spells that have fewer spells and cast moves. ”

There was a hint of playfulness in his tone, and he didn't see Solaufen as a real opponent at all. It's no wonder, after all, the difference in strength between the two is too big, and it can't be made up by wisdom and means at all.

"Ahem...... Ahem...... Phew...... As he spoke, Solaufen struggled to his feet from the ground and spat out a large mouthful of scarlet spit, which was also mixed with a tooth. Although it looks particularly wolf-bèi. But the injury was not serious. It doesn't affect the battle at all. There was an unconcealable shock in his eyes, and he couldn't believe that he had been defeated without even holding out for a round.

You know, he's all over Uster. Naza's top two male powerhouses, especially warriors and mages, are all above the tenth level, and even many high-ranking priestesses are not opponents, otherwise they would not be favored by the eldest daughter of the first family.

After all, the combination of warrior and mage is not as simple as one plus one equals two, but is closer to multiplication. With the cooperation of spells, the attack and defense of the warriors have been greatly strengthened, and the means are no longer single. In particular, all kinds of illusions can definitely make the opponent suffer.

Of course, mages are just as terrifying when they have melee abilities, as they will get rid of the disadvantage of being explosive but powerless. On top of that, these guys aren't at a disadvantage like pure mages when it comes to sneak attacks, and they can make sneak attackers drink a pot even without triggering spell-like protection.

But today, Solaufen finally recognized his strict flaw, which was the speed of strain. As a fighter, his reflexes can't keep up with the opponent's attacks. As a mage, he didn't have plenty of time to chant incantations. Such a situation can no longer be described as bad. It's just despair.

"Damn! I've got myself in big trouble. Solaufen glanced at Henry, who looked at him with a calm look, and cursed in his heart. He now regretted agreeing to Firi to solve this matter, he knew that the target was so terrible, he would not come back after killing him.

But unfortunately, there are no ifs and regrets in the world. In order to escape the city alive, he knew that he had to fight hard, or he would die in the next round.

Seeing the burning will to survive in the opponent's eyes, Henry nodded with great satisfaction and praised: "Very good eyes, full of desire for life, I like it very much." ”

"Thank you, it's an honor to be complimented by a great warrior like you. But then I'm going to do my best, and in order to survive, I have to kill you. With that, Solaufen immediately took out a handful of powder from his waist bag, shouted a spell, and threw it violently.

In an instant, a golden mist flickered in the area shrouded in powder, stabbing everyone's eyes. This is a standard Level 2 magic "Shining Powder" that can make all creatures around four meters dizzy and make invisible creatures manifest.

It can be said that this guy only used a second-level magic to make the stealth effect of the Archmage's Staff useless, and at the same time, it also made Henry's eyes unable to see anything for the time being, perfect spell casting, perfect timing, and perfect way of thinking. As a mage, this is already the limit of what a mortal can do, and I'm afraid that even the goddess of magic can't help but praise when she comes.

"Fantastic, well done. Come on, let me see what else you have to do. Henry cried out laughing with his eyes closed. He didn't expect the dark elf male in front of him to surprise him so much, and his spirit suddenly became excited.

It had been a long time since he had come across a mage with such a thorough understanding of magic as Solauphon since he had passed the forty mark. As there is a famous saying on the continent of Faeron, whether a mage is strong or not depends entirely on the amount and level of magic he can unleash, but on whether he has a brain that belongs to the caster.

As we all know, the profession of mage is closely linked to intelligence. Anyone who can become a mage is stupid, because a real fool can't memorize complex magical structures.

However, among these intelligent people, there are also three, six, nine and so on, and the first class is called geniuses, with extremely intelligent brains, no matter what it is, they can learn it as soon as they learn. For mages, they can easily overcome the huge obstacles, and in the end, without exception, they will become famous figures in the main plane, including the Grand Arcanist Kael'thas and the Dragon Lich Master Samast, among others.

Their characteristic is that they are smooth sailing in the process of gaining strength, as for other aspects, they are a little unsatisfactory, either they are too arrogant, or because of emotional problems, in short, in the end, without exception, they do things that ordinary people can't imagine and understand, and the end is generally not much better.

The second-class ones are a little worse, they usually experienced some difficulties in their early years, and in the process of gaining power, they were accompanied by various adventures, travels, and travels to many planes, so they were more mentally mature, and finally they were able to make their name resounding in Faeron. Among the representatives are: the Seven Sisters of the Northland, Ilminster, Kelburn, Manson, and many more.

Whether it's good or evil. They usually have their own strong beliefs. And work day in and day out towards an end goal. Sometimes they are even willing to pay with their lives for it. In a sense, such a mage is not much worse than the first type, and may be even more difficult to deal with as an opponent.

The next one is to enter the realm of mortals, and the third type of mage usually has a high level of intelligence, and as long as they study hard, they have the potential to become legendary mages. However, most of them are stuck between level 15 and 19 for various reasons, and they will not be able to cross that threshold for the rest of their lives. The simplest example of this is Henry's former mentor, Tyrantil.

As for the last, the rest is the most ordinary. At the same time, it is also the largest group, and ninety-nine percent of the mages on the entire continent belong to this level. Due to their intellectual limitations, their spell casting level rarely exceeds level ten, and their ability to comprehend magic is very mediocre, so they have no future at all.

There is no doubt that Solaufen's ability is obviously between the second and third levels, especially the understanding of magic is definitely beyond that of most third-level mages, although for the time being, it is not as good as those who have lived for hundreds or even thousands of years, but it is simply unmatched in terms of timing.

The dark elf male's next appearance was a complete eye-opener, after confirming that the opponent's eyes couldn't see anything. He used this time to quickly perform the "Illusion Technique", "Mirror Shadow Technique", "Hazy Technique", and "Acceleration Technique", and in the blink of an eye, he only boiled a large number of illusions that were false and real.

When Henry opened his eyes. Immediately, I saw five blurred figures and extremely fast guys rushing towards me. If it were someone else, I'm afraid I would have panicked a long time ago. Because in the case of a perfect match between sound and vision, no one can tell which one is the real body and which one is the illusion. But unfortunately, he is wearing the "Gift of Suren" on his ears, and any illusion will be seen through in an instant.

"Very good strategy, but it didn't work for me." As he spoke, Henry smiled slightly, ignoring the two-handed greatsword that came from the front, and directly picked up the staff of the archmage and knocked it on the vague figure behind him.

"Bang!"

With another muffled sound, the huge jewel on the cane hit the target again, and Solaufen screamed and fell to the ground, dismissing all the illusions and illusions. He felt like he had been smashed in the chest with a war hammer, he was lying on the ground coughing violently, his ribs and lungs were battered, and his consciousness was briefly blurred.

Henry took two steps forward unhurriedly, and took advantage of the situation to put the long knife on the opponent's neck, and the battle only lasted two rounds, but the victory or defeat was already obvious. In the face of a huge disparity in strength, even perfect tactics will fail. It's like gods to mortals, as long as you don't have divinity, or a way to fight against divine power, they only need a transcendent divine power, no matter how many levels of professional, they will be crushed to smithereens in an instant.

Solaufen rolled over and lay on the ground, a bitter smile on his face. He looked at the sharp blade around his neck, and said very chicly: "You win, come on, I'll give you a good time." That's what makes a dark elf, isn't it? ”

"Oh? Didn't you have a strong will to survive just now? How did you become dead again? Henry asked playfully.

"Hah! As long as they live, no one wants to die. But I knew I wasn't going to survive. You're the master of the Geralt family, and I'm in the service of the Desbanne family. The two families are about to go to war, so only one of the two of us will survive. That's how the Dark Elves do. As he spoke, Solaufen closed his eyes, and lay down in all directions, quietly waiting for the moment when death came, without struggling or begging for mercy, as if everything was justified.

Seeing this, Henry shook his head with a smile, and was about to pull this guy up, when suddenly, the door of a storage room next to him was pushed open, followed by a hurried shout from inside: "Stop! You can't kill him......"

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Bow and thank the king of Byzantium and the two book friends who voted for the monthly ticket. (To be continued......)