Shaman from Afar

The pillar of fire rushing towards the sky flashed with a loud sound. The rolling heat wave had flowed into the chaotic battlefield like a tide. The top of the big tree wall that was snarled by the wind, even the air became hot and hot.

The branches on both sides were constantly crushed by the strong wind, and the golden-red firelight almost attracted everyone's attention, as if half the big tree wall was burning, and there was no sign of dissipation at all.

Liya immediately thought of the scene that had happened in the forest before-the dark-haired wizard waved his wand calmly, turning the three ogres into coke in a flash!

He succeeded?

The battle on the top of the mountain has been interrupted by the sudden roar and flames. The elves who are still fighting in the blood are staring at the flames in the distance, the picture in front of them has exceeded their imagination, and even forgot that they are still fighting with the enemy. .

It was the ogres that broke this strange and quiet scene-howling monsters seemed to be completely terrified by the flames, panicked out of the battlefield, and ran away in the direction of the flames.

The top of the entire tree wall was completely chaotic, and the stunned elf warriors looked at the wildly running monsters, uncovered their backs to themselves, and desperately rushed to the opposite side of the tree wall; even Those fallen ogres are also crawling on the ground with both hands, rushing past in desperation like crazy.

What happened? The sudden change left the elf warriors at a loss, and they didn't even know if they should be pursued. Only a handful of war dancers took advantage of the monsters' escape and saved many warriors who were almost killed.

Gathered more spontaneously beside Luca and Kono, waiting for the two war dancer leaders to give orders-at this point, they no longer knew what to do.

"Are you all stupid? Hurry and stop them!"

Grabbed the spear of the war dancers beside him, and Kono snarled with scarlet eyes: "Warriors in the Wind Forest, follow me to rescue our life-saving benefactor !!!!!!"

The dancers of Lucca and Morning Star Forest hadn't reacted yet, and the elves in the wind chasing forest had followed Kono to chase down the ogres.

"What are you still doing here?" Looking at the war dancers who were staring at themselves, Luca gritted his teeth: "Follow them and save Lord Loren Turin-!!!"

The ordered Morning Star Forest elves finally followed the wind chasing soldiers and rushed up. No matter how fast the escaped ogres are, it is impossible to surpass the skilled war dancers. It is very easy to catch up with them.

An amazing scene appeared at the top of the big tree wall-the casualties were heavy, and the elves with only dozens of soldiers were chasing the ogres that were nearly twice the number of them; The ogres in the world did not even resist at all, and watched the elves chasing them to slaughter their compatriots.

Any elf, as long as he holds a spear in his hand and can catch up with the enemy, he can be like a slaughter of sheep. The once terrible behemoths of the slaughterers, the ogres desperate to flee even do not want to turn back and fight back, crazy. Plopped across the wall of the burning tree.

Seeing the dead elf warriors in their own eyes, they finally waited for their chance of revenge. They roared with red eyes and rushed towards an ogre. They also madly slaughtered these monsters in the cold On the rocky ground, a "defense line" connected by corpses is formed!

However, no matter how fast they are, how efficient they are, and the number of ogres far exceeding them, there are still many rushing out of the thin front of the elves, even the war dancers have no time to stop them.

"Don't control them anymore, let these beasts pass!" Lucca anxiously stopped the female elf who was still fighting, and said again before the other party retorted: "The most important thing now is His Excellency Loren Turin. , We have to rescue him! "

"That crow mouth ..." Liya murmured to herself. By the time Luca turned her head, she was nowhere to be seen, and the wind-like figure had already rushed into the flames.

The closer to the flame, the more Liya could feel the air is as hot as hell, and the temperature of the furnace was roasting her body, and the dripping sweat continued to drip from the forehead. trace.

The gasping female elf ran wildly, her eyes finally locked on the body of the dark-haired wizard—Lorren, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, raised her wand in her right hand and stood calmly in place.

Couldn't help but say that Lia rushed straight up, grabbed his collar in the astonished eyes of the black-haired wizard: "Are you **** madman wanting to die? Why don't you leave yet?"

"This ... The reason is very complicated." With a pain that was about to explode his head, Loren barely smiled: "If I leave now, I can't control the flames behind me!"

"Speak clearly!" The elf grasped his collar hand harder.

"Meaning they will ignite the entire tree wall!"

Lorin, who smiled bitterly, frowned tightly, but there was no expression of regret on his face because of the severe pain that was about to explode his head-on the contrary, this fire was the highest level he achieved as a caster !

He not only perfected the high-level magic spell "Fire of Turin", but also touched the level that was not possible to touch, and the level that is impossible for ordinary wizards to touch!

The reason why I could n’t use spells before, even ordinary alchemy items, is because there is too much force of the void around. In such an environment, any force that does not reach the level of distorting reality cannot play a role.

For almost all wizards, this area is an absolute danger.

But Loren is different. His spirit and material are completely integrated-in other words, he can serve as a transit station to blur the gap between the two and allow his own spiritual palace to reversely erode the real world to offset The remaining void forces around us are even used by ourselves!

And after the spiritual temple overlaps with Asriel, at the level of the power of the void, now Loren can barely do this.

But the premise of all is that Loren can truly transform himself into a "transit station". He must put himself into a deeper dream, and truly "step into the void ~ www.readwn.com ~ blur the edge of material and spiritual.

And everything that happens in the void at the same time becomes substance. The burning black ring scar burned on his chest is the best witness.

He is like pulling a horse-drawn carriage now, and the reins in his hand are thinner than the silk thread-as long as there is a little problem, these fierce void forces will no longer continue to follow the "command" Instead, he took Loren together to burn the entire tree wall to ashes!

Running ogres, one by one, screamed and wailed in the flames one by one and fell to the ground. More often, they fled off the cliff directly during the escape, and turned into a puddle of invisible meat.

They can't escape, they seem to see some terrible scene, even death can't stop them!

The elf warriors who pursued from the rear were desperately chasing them, but they still dare to stand in front of the rolling heat wave and dared not continue to move forward. Lucca, who was originally anxious, realized that the ogres did not hurt Loren, but also stopped the dancers behind him from chasing.

As if there were some sounds calling them, the mad ogres rushed into the flames like fools, seemingly trying to extinguish them with their bodies, but the result was that the fire intensified and became invisible coke.

The remaining monsters were also beheaded one by one by the catching dancers. All the ogres turned into corpses, and the flames of the sky gradually receded before all the elves stopped.

Luka and Kono stood side by side in a trance, looking around the body, the corpses under the feet and the bleeding blood, the heavy casualties, as if everything just happened was just a nightmare, a nightmare that would never wake up.

The rising sun illuminates the big tree wall, and all the fighting ends abruptly at this moment.