"Mr. Purifier, your traces have been exposed," Sonia pointed her wand directly at the fallen elf. "It is impossible for you to defeat me within a blizzard with a radius of 20 meters."
The sneaky figure of the fallen elf suffocated, and he slowly straightened up, gradually revealing his original shape. Like Sif, the fair and smooth skin of the Canaan elf had turned into a slightly dark bronze color, and his eyes were filled with unstoppable emotions.
Desire and madness:
"You make two mistakes, dear lady,
"First of all, please don't tarnish my loyalty with the evil name Purifier. I am Pisathius, the sharp blade of the Lord of Dreams;
"Secondly, your naivety has wasted the best opportunity to attack. Becoming my sacrifice is your only destination."
Pissasius charged forward. His pace was neither urgent nor slow, but it made people feel that the space was stretching and twisting around him, unable to lock his position. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Sonia, and his body swayed and then
Appeared behind him, stabbing with a light green sharp blade.
The dagger wrapped in green light failed to pierce the girl's throat and stopped a few inches away. Pisacius felt a sense of discomfort all over his body, unable to make any progress.
His feet had been frozen by the ice, and the freezing air bit into his fallen skin like a snake on fire, causing necrosis that was as fast as burning.
Sonia's whole body was surrounded by ice, and just being close to her had already caused Pissasius to suffer severe injuries.
"Is it a frost curse? It's a bit tricky." Pisacius raised his left hand and threw a hammer away.
"Boom!"
The oak wand in Sonia's hand was hit and flew away. Even the fine tree grain of the wand showed signs of cracks, and even if it was repaired again, it would be difficult to reach its previous state.
"Miss Wizard, the victory or defeat has been decided," Pisacius smiled. "You have lost your wand and it is no longer possible to stop my blade."
Sonia took a few steps back, rubbed her wrists, looked at the fallen elf who was recovering from the ice, and shook her head slightly.
"Mr. Pisacius, there are two things that require your attention.
"First of all, I am Sonia de La Mole, the eldest daughter of Count La Mole, a mysterious, elegant and inviolable magician;
"Secondly, I didn't lose my wand~"
The girl reached into the side pocket of her hunting trousers and pulled it gently, and a long belt floated and unfolded in front of her like a snake.
The belt is divided with silver locks, and layers of crystal potions, glittering dust crystals, and six wands of different styles are stored...
Sonia's fingers danced on her belt, and the wand lit up different lights one after another, illuminating the horrified face of Pithacius in front of her in colorful colors.
A wand wrapped in lightning flew into her hand.
"Crack!" The thunder struck head-on, making Pisasi scream. He hurriedly ran away, only to see the thunderbolts and arcs rolling up and down around Sonia's wand. Every time they rolled, Pisahius
Si's eyelids twitched in fear.
"Please be prepared, Mr. Elf, I am going to use lightning strikes to restrain your stealth and pace," Sonia waved her new wand, "The wand made of lightning strikes made of peach wood is not very powerful to control, and I am not very good at this type of spell.
.However, the range attack spell does not pay attention to these."
"Expand premade spell 1, gather energy, release, lightning!"
The dark cave was instantly split open by unprecedented thunder. Countless insects and snakes screamed and rushed out of their hiding places, fleeing desperately towards deeper darkness.
Pisacius only saw a whip-like arc of electricity sweeping towards him, and the whole world was illuminated.
Chapter completed!