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I'll take a break, Big Wolf Brother, Yinglong, and HSSCWM, the monthly ticket doubles start from the 27th, you're moving too fast... It's so sad. I'm going to have a stomach ulcer again... Well, forget it, I'm not getting 500 tickets anyway, you can do whatever you want...

Well, there is some common sense involved below, but I have never played slut, so don’t blame me if I write it wrong...

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Druids?

Druids...

The wings pounced on the air, and the four druids gathered in the surrounding air, from giant eagles to swans, they restored themselves from their incarnations, surrounding the psychic warlock from four angles. The woman covered in the black wood mask took a step back and began to integrate and remind.

"Is it him?" "Arrogant bastard..." "Be careful, he is a very strong spellcaster and will use some weird abilities, don't attack him with flames."

"These guys are really spoiled..." The high and low words made the psychic warlock shake their heads: "What do you think this is? League of Legends for elementary school students?

Or brainless pressing is a good comment, but unfortunately, only the psychic warlock himself understands the meaning.

Edward once swept the soldiers, killed some soldiers, and even dealt with some giants in front of the two armies, but for him, it was not a battle - fighting an opponent who was much weaker than him was at best just a barrier to trouble. And if he had missed such small fights, the battles he experienced often faced death.

White Dragon, Tres, Lich Incabguros, Thinker Katzeyek, a city of drow, a gathering place of spirit-sucking monsters, Seraphites, and even gods like Rose should be considered one... Such a battle has long trained his nerves to be tough as iron, and he cannot be said to control every centimeter of battlefield. But at least, he will not make some basic mistakes.

These guys will not be opponents either.

Even the oldest one in front of me is just a trick that appears in the eyes of the psychic warlock - noisy and noisy. The mind is simple and there is no tactical literacy. Apart from cheating teammates and swallowing points, there is no other expertise.

Tree people, thorns and other tricks must rely on the ground. Even those scorpions and centipedes are not flying creatures. Although the druid's wild transformation can turn them into birds of prey, most of the attacks of birds are attacks, and they rely too much on air and gravity. How can their advantage in close combat be compared with tigers and wolves? As for things like sky fire, thunder and lightning, it is impossible to be stronger than mages of the same level, and Edward can't take it seriously at all.

And these idiots didn't try to transfer the battlefield.

Thoughts flew in a flash. At this time, four druids all druids drew a complicated gesture, and then shouted: "Thunder Summoning Technique!" So the surrounding light suddenly darkened, and was blocked by a layer of rolling clouds that suddenly appeared. As a druid druid drew a hand from top to bottom. Then a shiny thunder instantly crossed dozens of feet away, cutting the sky and falling straight onto the head of the black-robed mage.

boom!

The druids didn't have time to be surprised at how easy it was to succeed... because after the lightning flash, the enemy was still standing there.

The lightning seemed to hit, but it seemed to be completely ineffective, passing through the black shadow and blasted straight towards the land below. The black human, as if nothing had happened, seemed to have electricity passing through the body. But it seemed like a phantom...

"What's going on?" "Continue! Kill him!"

I can't understand how precise control it takes to jump in a moment of time. In the minds of primary school students, there is only attack, attack...

The reason why the Thunder Summoning Technique has become one of the most popular fighting methods for druids is that the power of this magic is continuous. As long as the dark cloud condensed by the divine energy is still there, the caster's spirit is concentrated, and a command can emit lightning from it! The combined force of the four druids, even the defense caster's strongest caster will be consumed bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. If the opponent's ability is not good, three or four lightning will be enough to make the opponent a piece of coke!

However, the next lightning failed to arrive as expected. When the druids reached out and pointed at the black target, the incomprehensible words made them furious.

"Come on Ya'an!"

"Apple genius, Nokia good guy!"

"There is no chance to appeal to the Red Chamber! Guo Meimei

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For magic and divine power, one explanation is that they are one and the same, but they are different in terms of usage methods. One is to curl the magic net with its own mind power and accumulate energy, while the other has to be operated and transmitted by God. However, no matter what, the way of releasing these powers is almost the same. Using human posture and words as a medium and with the guidance of spiritual power, as long as this spell or divine magic is needed, it is indispensable.

Actions, mediums, and speech are called spell casting components. Although powerful spellcasters can use some skills to make these things work in advance during the preparation process, it will cost after all, which will increase the demand for spell energy. Therefore, for some spellcasters, they usually do not try their best to make up for the omissions in the spell that only requires an action or a word.

However, in front of a psychic warlock, some seemingly insignificant will become fatal weaknesses—

"Ya'an... Come on!... Nokia's good guy! Apostle Sage Saigao, Sun Zha's good friend..."

"Guo Meimei's three major broadcasts! Big or big or big or big or big or small or 208:94:244:98...

The four druids let go of their throats and kept reciting ridiculous spells, but let the sweat drops of beans roll down their foreheads and how loud the sound they shouted, the simple magic spell was so simple that the words touched their lips, they just couldn't say... The sound was broken down and recast as soon as it burst out from their throats. Except for making someone happy, it could not trigger any lightning sparks in the cloud!

Psychic power? Manipulates sounds and can shape and change existing sounds. This Psychic power is a caster that relies on all language components.

The only magic props that cannot be operated by this mental power.

The woman in the black wood mask flashed, and a green luster was stimulated from her raised hand. The ring stored in this magic storage ring contained an advanced magic release. The green light could dissolve all the effects of magic. In the Druid's impression, it was not only enough to remove the other party's strange evil method that restricted the four companions. It was also enough to erase a person's flying technique and let him fall from the air!

But facing his black figure, he just turned his gaze slightly, his silver eyes swept over her calmly, and the sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be stronger.

The green glow shines by the black burqa.

But nothing.

It seemed as if only a ray of sunlight passed by. There was no energy turbulence. Without the color of elimination, the roars of several druids were still strange and hoarse, but the figure still stood in the air. A black robe fluttered slightly in the wind in the air. The light and shadow outlined the mottled darkness on the velvet-like soft surface, which was constantly twisted and danced with the breeze, like a group of ghosts surrounding him.

So the woman couldn't help but be shocked. She stared at the terrible enemy in front of her, as if she couldn't figure out why the magic that was infused by the elders was enough to unlock most of the spells did not work...

"Do you think your accomplices have not arrived yet? So you still have hope?"

The human in the black robe suddenly spoke slowly.

His lips, exposed under the shadow of the hood, did not rise or fall at all, but the strange sound made every druid tremble, because the sound rang word by word in their hearts, making them dizzy for a moment.

"No...that's..." The female druid's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered that the eagle man in his hand was the one among another group of companions. In other words...

"You have killed them?" she said word by word, but she didn't believe it in her heart.

How is this possible? Their group has five druids, including two highly respected old druid leaders. Although they set out in groups, they are comparable to their own team's speed. After he arrived here, he slowed down due to the explosion and observed the battlefield, which was just a time less than an hourglass scale. How could he give all the five people in such a short time...

Or the news finally had some refreshing effect. The four druids finally reacted "normal" and began to try to use other means...

But, it's too late.

In addition to learning, a real mage also needs to enrich himself through constant battles. This is a famous saying by Master Hawking. A spellcaster who has not practiced this sentence may only be like these druids in front of him. If he were a normal mage, he would have changed his methods at the first moment and would never have been delayed for so long.

So, at that moment, they saw only a bright and dazzling light emitted from a black staff. The light was like sharp swords piercing the thick clouds and mist, reflecting the mist into a dazzling white.

An electric ring popped out from the fingers of the psychic warlock and instantly turned into a terrifying flash current. He directed the electric light to jump between the four druids and pulled them away from the spot! The terrifying current turned the two druids into a piece of coke in the blink of an eye!

The woman wearing a dark wood mask screamed and rushed towards the electric ring!

A layer of green light spread out on her mask, detonating the light! Then she pushed her back dozens of feet away! She shook her, trying hard to stand firm, but her mind could no longer control her body, and finally fell heavily. On the black wood mask, the magic luster darkened, and finally cracked with a crackling sound, revealing the face below it.

Edward couldn't help but whistle frivolously.

When we first met, the girl's long green hair was burning brightly in the flash, so he didn't pay attention. However, at this moment, the short green hair could only softly press against the tips of her forehead and temples, so the thin and sharp, pink auricles were exposed, trembling slightly in the wind, which made her face frightened and particularly pityful.

"Half-elves, aren't they...elf?"

The feeling of self-hypnosis gave the psychic warlock enough time to distinguish. The pair of delicate ears, white and light pink, longer and pointed, coupled with the emerald green eyes, slightly slim and delicate figures, and the shape that looked more slender and delicate than half-elves, were enough to reveal the facts.

"So there are still some remaining." After being stunned, Edward smiled.

The war between humans and elves has passed through the Central Mountains. However, elves have a long lifespan and excellent abilities. Even if one and a half are left occasionally, it is not that new. Of course, for someone, it has fulfilled a small wish - he has not seen such a famous human subspecies in another world. It is a bit flawed.

This brief pause is undoubtedly another humiliation for the enemy.

The woman's great sacrifice saved the two young men behind her, and the two remaining druids looked at each other and roared at the enemy. While striking, their figures turned into two huge colorful tigers!

The roar was like thunder and the body was like electricity. They didn't know what secret technique they used to be able to move in the air!

The human in black robe just took back his gaze and looked at them expressionlessly. The silver gaze seemed to have extreme ridicule, as if these two wild beasts were just naughty little cats.

So the two tigers attacked fiercely. They wanted to use their sharp claws to pull away the arrogant smile, pull out his internal organs, and let him experience his anger!

The moment the claw tip touched the black robe, the psychic warlock's body retreated back... and avoided the tiger's sharp claws just right. Then, it seemed that it was unintentional to let go of the birdman's corpse and twisted it casually.

There was a light sound.

A druid who turned into a tiger felt that his body had become very, very light, so light that he could not feel the weight at all... The only clear feeling was the coldness of death.

"When did he take action?" This was his first thought after he fell down.

It was also his last thought.

Darkness finally came, blurring his last consciousness.

Let the messenger float down. It was not because he was faster than a tiger, but because he seemed to know what the druid was going to do next. Although the four tiger claws were intertwined, he floated up and down, always avoiding the other party's movements in advance.

"Prevent the enemy first!" the female elf shouted.

It was too late to understand why the magic she had just removed the auxiliary spells from the other party... Last night, she still remembered the ferocity of the strange sharp blade in the hand of that terrifying human. She dared not forget it!

roar!

Amid the screams, the last druid had been pierced by countless crystals!

The psychic swayed his head, and the tentacles of thinking turned invisibly, and the druid's body fell softly from the air.

The woman's body fell down softly, shook her head in disbelief.

Everything around me finally became quiet, with only the sound of the whizzing wind always resounding over the silent battlefield, giving people an unreal feeling, as if the bloody battle that just happened was just a dream.

But that's not a dream.

That human, the source of that nightmare, was right in front of her, staring at her and smiling coldly.

The surging green halo expanded outward, covering dozens of feet around the female elf, filling it with strong energy, filtering out some blood from the wind, and replacing it with a fragrance like the orange forest before the harvest.

The power returned to her body with the halo... The female elf struggled to hold her up and couldn't help but breathe deeply. The strong energy swept away the fear and doubt in her mind. The pressure that was holding her tightly finally dissipated.

This power is somewhat close to the holy abode in the divine arts, but replaced by natural energy.

The cognition in my heart made the psychic warlock's eyes flash slightly, and the silver pupils reflected small shadows from far to near... It was a red-mouthed black falcon, not big, but extremely sharp, and one of the few creatures in this world that flew faster than monsters.

Of course, the red-billed black falcon that usually only lives on the edge of the forest will not leave Lao Cao easily, and this cannot be an ordinary bird.

So Edward stood quietly in the air, no longer trying to attack the remaining poor man, but just watched the black falcon approaching like lightning, and then his body flipped in the air, and the light and shadows surged, and a tall figure was already standing in the air.
To be continued...