Legendary Mage

The Gadra forces who burst out of the city gate are like a winding creek under the mountain that flows into the big lake. Although it can bring a ripple to the lake, it cannot have a profound impact on it.

However, the warriors of the Gadra tribes who rushed out of the city were not afraid of death. In order to defend their homes and relatives, they fought hard against the invaders.

The sound of the drum of war shook the world for a while, the horn sounded through the clouds, and the shouting sound filled the four fields. Gadra's troops were like squids caught between two hard iron plates and grilled on fire. As Sagron said, these troops seemed to be swallowed up by his army soon.

But, on the battlefield, a tall and mighty orc, with black warhammers in his hand, continued to explode flames and lightning, and enemies were blown out around him; a thin human on the other side, although bare hands, only his hands Between them, there is a constant flame.

As soon as these flames attacked the enemy, they immediately ignited the enemy into a flame, and then turned to ashes in a burst of wailing.

The tall and mighty is the chief Ward, and the thin is naturally Morin. After the two of them converged in one place, they exerted great fighting power, tearing apart the thick formation of the enemy like two sharp cones.

In the constant offensive, Morin was really surprised. He did not expect that his power seemed to have changed dramatically after the eye of Esferken rose to the third level.

First of all, the power of this flame is extremely exaggerated.

When he was a junior magician, his own fireball technique was not very good for ordinary soldiers with these equipments. Although he can almost achieve the level of one fireball to solve a soldier, it only scorched the other party. Only the body.

But now his own flame is not like this, even if an unshaped flame hits those soldiers, it will burn the other party instantly, just like a light feather falling into the flame and instantly turning to ashes.

This kind of power is too horrible. Seeing a life instantly turn into fly ash in front of him, Mo Lin is also a little uncomfortable, and his enemies see Mo Lin like a devil. Although he shouts loudly, it gradually disappears. People dare to approach him.

"Did something happen to my flame?" Morin looked around at the enemies screaming and looked at the seemingly ordinary flame in his hand. "Although there is an artifact bonus, and I am promoted to an intermediate magician. , But this power has greatly exceeded the scope of ordinary intermediate magicians."

Not only that, as Mo Lin continued to release flames, he also found that his casting speed was much greater than the introduction of the flash text, and the reduction in mana cost was also inconsistent with the text.

It's just that Mo Lin can't think about the research carefully at all, and he has to concentrate on the battle again after a moment of doubt.

It is now the last stage of the war, and both the attacking and defending parties have done their best. However, the number of troops on Gadra's side was too small. They were cut into several parts by Sagron's troops and sacked them separately soon after they left the city.

At the same time, the battle for the city gate and the city wall continued, and the soldiers left behind were also seriously in short supply. Seeing that the soldiers who climbed the ladder to attack the city would like to flood the city wall like a flood.

"Moline, thank you for everything you have done for our Gadra tribe!" Wald turned back and saw Moline at the crisis over the city wall. "You have done enough, we have no hope, you leave here quickly, my soldiers and I will open the way for you!"

"There is hope only if you don't give up." Morin looked at Wald and said with a smile, "I wouldn't watch my friend run into a crisis and escape alone. In that case, guilt will entangle me for life and make me die better."

"Your kindness, our orcs will never forget!" Wald said after knocking back several enemies with a hammer. "However, now I can't fight with you side by side. The wall is in danger. I will rush over to support it immediately. ."

Moline also looked at the situation over the wall and said to Wald: "Chief, let me go, I can get there more easily."

Although Wald saw Moline descend from the sky and destroyed the siege tower, he had not realized that Moline could fly at will.

After all, in the eyes of mortals, only those magicians with high mana and even the legendary gods can fly.

After Molin said that, regardless of Wald's surprised look, he transported the magic to his feet.

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The flame with great impact quickly rushed out of Moline's foot, and by this impact, Moline quickly flew into the air.

"Wow!" While Morin was around, the Gadra soldiers shouted when they saw this scene. Even when Wald saw him, he took a breath of breath and almost exclaimed.

"What kind of power does this human have!" Wald secretly said, "Fortunately, such a person is my friend, and he also brought hope to my people. This is really the protection of the spirit of the ancestors."

Morin was in the surprised eyes of the soldiers on both sides of the enemy, both hands and feet were spraying flames, and flew quickly towards the side of the city wall.

No one can intercept Moline in midair. Even if someone projects a weapon into midair, it is difficult to reach the height of Moline's flight. Soon Morin came near the city wall, and then he flew away with his head tilted down.

Seeing that Mo Lin was about to fall head to head on the ground, Mo Lin suddenly turned over, head up, and feet down.

In order to buffer the inertia of landing, Morin still kept the jet of flame. He twisted his body a few times in the air before he stabilized his body and landed on the ground.

"It seems that it will take some time to adapt to the flight," Morin thought. "When I landed, these feet were like stepping on a very smooth ball. The balance of the body was almost uncontrollable."

At this time, the enemy soldiers saw Mo Lin land like a god, and did not dare to come at first, but now they are just a thin human being at first sight.

These soldiers lost their fear of Moline in the idea that their size and power were proportional, and immediately rushed toward Moline without knowing what they were doing.

For these seemingly dense but extremely clumsy and slow attacks, Morin did not care. Moreover, he also has a new understanding of his own flying power: this flame power can not only let himself fly, but also can be used as a means of rapid movement during ground combat.

Morin shook his hands and immediately ignited a fiery red flame above his hands and forearms, just like the samurai pulled out his double blades.

He danced with his arms, and gave Shalam Nightblade his own dagger to use it in the form of flame.

I saw that under the night sky, Molina's two groups of flames danced with gorgeous death Lianhua. For the close soldiers, Moline directly bombarded the flames with him; while for the soldiers in the distance, Molin waved a flame and flew a flame, devouring the other party.

With Molin's ghost-like figure and flames coming and going, the orc soldiers can only hear a scream and a brilliant flame before dying, and then they will become fly ash in the air and disappear with the wind.

Looking at the strange and terrifying method of death of his companion, the fear is like the oil dripping on the paper, quickly soaking out into the surroundings.

Soon, as if avoiding the **** of death, where Mo Lin went, there must be a 20-yard diameter circle. Morin would not take the initiative to attack the soldiers who had frightened his courage, because his mission here had not been completed.

Looking at the rough and high cloud ladder, Mo Lin narrowed his eyes and grasped the main body of the cloud ladder with both hands.

Flames poured into the cloud ladder from Moline's palm. With a loud bang, the cloud ladder in front of Moline broke off from the bottom and slanted down.

"Ah, ah"

The shouts came from the orc soldiers who were still on the ladder. Some of them clung to the ladder, while others were in the air, trying to make flying birds to slow down their falling speed. However, all this was in vain.

The sounds of "Boom, Ouch" came one after another, and the invaders on the ladder fell into the clouds and finally landed on the ground, and paid the corresponding price for their madness-either death or serious injury.

However, Morin did not care about the corpses of the place and the people who were injured and howling, but he locked his eyes on a ladder again.