Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

　　 "Your swordsmanship is really amazing." Scarvell said as he looked at the elf mage who was standing next to him with a staff and panting slightly.

"Faced with the magical tentacles of the Hellhound, my spell attack may not be effective." Aristophane looked at Satyr who was also staring at them, and answered cautiously, "Otherwise I wouldn't use this half-baked Ranger swordsmanship to face these demons."

　　 The human mage nodded, and then a huge and spinning frozen orb appeared in front of the two, and then flew towards the Eredar mage.

　　Satair had to stop his call and chant, and then he held Uthalus in both hands, and an orb dodged the cold air.

"You angered me!" An angry Satyr roared, and then two huge magic circles appeared on the ground. Little ghosts gushed out of the circle. Aristophanes felt a smell of sulfur flooding. With his nose, the air in the underground hall instantly became hot.

　　 "I feel I have been used~"

　　 "Uh huh~ what benefit can I get?"

　　 "Aha~hahahaha~"

　　 Along with the noisy and harsh sound, the red, black, and green energy arrows released by the little ghosts were transmitted to the ears of the two.

　　Satair also did not stop casting spells, a mess of fel energy flew from her hand to humans and elves.

The two mages confronted each other, Scarvell clasped Etijesh with both hands, thrust it into the ground forcefully, and summoned a huge light purple arcane energy body, controlled it to block in front of the two, and then activated it again. Two arcane shields were created; Aristophan waved Okurta in his hand, and a sphere with a flashing purple star ring appeared on the only way of the flame arrow and the chaos arrow, and the black sphere was the same. The swirling purple lines seem to vaguely lead to another space.

　　 "[Black Hole-Black Hole Horizon]!"

　　Scavill saw that the flame arrows released by the imp and the chaotic arrows released by Satyr changed their flying directions and were sucked into the black hole of energy released by Aristophanes.

The imp and Satyr released three rounds of spells. All the flame arrows and chaotic arrows were absorbed by the black hole of energy controlled by Aristophanes, and the imps were also released by the arcane energy bodies summoned by Scarvell. The barrage attacked, one after another fell down and disappeared in the hall, shouting before leaving:

　　 "Hey~bye~thank you~"

　　 "You know~ how happy the days we are together~ this is really a special memory~ but I should go to meet another warlock now~"

　　 "No need to find me~ I will find you~"

　　 "Really a group of chaotic creatures." Aristophanes said.

"No, Dalaran was often messed up by this kind of kid back then." Scarvell said, then turned his head and said loudly to Satyr, "Witch Eredar, if you have any other tricks, just use it. Well, otherwise I’m afraid there will be no chance!"

"Oh, humans, and elves, do you think this is what I and Utharus do?" Satar calmed down when he saw the imps all annihilated, "Next, let you see Usa. All the power of Luss!"

Before the voice was over, the green fire on Uthalus rose sharply, and stretched to his body along Satell’s arms. The green evil fire burned, and Satell’s body grew larger and he appeared behind him. The projection of the dreadlord.

　　 "Enjoy the glory Uthalus brings to you!" Satell cloned himself and rushed towards the two with his sickle.

　　 Scarvell and Aristophanes dispersed immediately, and at the same time the Arcane Missile rushed towards Satyr.

　　 The Ereda mage did not evade, and went straight to the human mage. In her opinion, Scarvell was much more threatening than Aristophanes.

Scarvell held a staff against Uthalus who was slashing left and right, and Aristophane took the opportunity to condense two lightning **** and hit Satell's back. She screamed and twisted the belt. With the horned head, staring at the elf with green eyes, stretched out his left finger to him: "The fel is withered!"

A green circle appeared on her finger, Aristophane's hairs stood up, and she didn't even want to immediately interrupt the arcane orb that was about to be released, and one flashed away from the place, at which time a green laser penetrated Where he stood just now.

　　 Looking at the hole in the wall where the green fel energy is still flowing, Aristophane looked serious, turned his head and continued to cast the spell, preparing for another spell attack on Satyr.

　　 At this time, Scarvell saw the opportunity to escape from the suppression of Uthalus, and flashed to Aristophane, clutching his forehead: "Be careful of her sickle, there has been a sound in my ears just now."

　　 "I know," Aristophanes nodded, "Next you will help me to attack."

　　 He didn't wait for Scarvell to answer, he clasped the staff in his right hand, and then transformed into the blue-purple form of the Spellmaster, and flashed to Satell's side. The mystic energy quickly rushed to his hand and smashed against Satell.

　　 Mage Eredar lifted Uthalus to block the attack.

　　 Aristophanes continued to flash, and came to the back of Satell, another energy attack, and then before Satell turned to react, another flash came to Satell's side.

For a while, Mage Eredar was caught off guard by this attack. She waved Ucharus to try to drive Aristophanes, but the heavy sickle did not drive away the wizard wizards, but exposed herself to even greater flaws. , Not only was attacked by Aristophane, but even Scarvell also seized the opportunity. Three huge cones of ice hit Satyr, causing her to retreat again and again. At the same time, the flaming fel flame on her body was also reduced a lot. .

With the cooperation of Aristophanes and Scarvell, Satell’s attacks became more chaotic and unstructured, and large and small wounds flowing with green fel appeared on her body. At the same time, the green light on her body was also burned out. The body shape returned to its original size.

　　 But she didn't care. Instead, she held a huge sickle in both hands and summoned a green shield, and then a magic circle the same size as the sickle appeared in front of her: "The fel dies!"

　　 Similar to just now, but a huge flood of green fel spurted out, and went straight to Aristophane who just flashed to Scarvell at this time.

　　 The elf was not afraid at all. He stretched his hands forward, and a magic circle similar to his height appeared in front of him, and then the blue-violet torrent of mystic energy directly hit the fel light beam, and the two immediately stalemate.

　　 "Scavill, hurry up!" Aristophane shouted suddenly.

Without Aristophan’s reminder, the human mage who has experienced many battles also summoned huge water elements, various spells that exuded cold air such as Frost Bolt, Frost Orb, etc. to bomb Satell with spells, but they were all bombarded by her Resisted by the fel shield.

Feeling the rapidly diminishing secret energy in the body, Aristophan gritted her teeth and increased the output power again. The blue beam of light gradually overwhelmed the green energy flow, and Satyr showed a flustered look, she was about to gritted her teeth. Continue to output, as if hearing something, the panic on his face turned into panic.

　　 "No, Uzarus, no!" With her shout, the green beam of light completely disappeared, and the shield on her body flashed twice, disappearing into the air.

　　 Aristophane didn't care about this. The energy impact he released directly hit Satell. Amidst her horrified shouts, the sickle flew high and whirled on the ground.

　　 "Huh!" After seeing the red body of the Eredar being submerged by the torrent of secret energy, Aristophane could no longer maintain the form of the magician, and landed from the air.

　　 "Scarville, is she dead?" the elf asked, panting.

　　Scavill first nodded and then shook his head: "This Eredan is destroyed, but you see, her soul is still there."

　　 Aristophane heard the words and saw the tattered corpse, with a milky Eredarine soul floating on it, looking at the two mockingly.

"Demons are a kind of creatures that are difficult to be completely destroyed. After their death, their souls will return to the Twisting Void, waiting for the next rebirth." Scarwell said solemnly, "But for this Eredar soul, I Think we have a new way to deal with it."

　　 "You mean that sickle?"

　　 "Yes," Scarvell first confined the surrounding space to prevent Satell's soul from escaping, and then walked towards Uthalus who was stuck in the ground.

　　 But in the eyes of Aristophanes, Scavill got slower and slower, and an unbearable expression appeared on his face. At about five steps, he covered his ears, turned his head back to Aristophanes.

　　 "No, this sickle has too much influence on me." Scarville said to the elf, sweating on his face, "The closer you get to it, the stronger the devil's whispers."

At this time, the soul of the floating Satyr spoke: "Stupid humans~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Do you think you can use this cursed sickle with you? Uthalus will be very happy to consume your souls. !"

　　 Aristophane ignored her, but said to Scarville: "Then I will try?"

　　 "Be careful," Scarvell said while looking at Aristophanes who was a little weak. "If it doesn't work, let the demon go, and then I will arrange a barrier to seal this place."

　　 The elf nodded, he chanted a spell to release Occlumency, and then walked towards Uthalus who had returned to his original form.

In Scarvell’s tense gaze, Aristophane went faster and faster, and then he stood by the sickle and observed it carefully, and found that Uzalus no longer had the exaggerated shape just now, at this time nothing. Odd, the middle of the handle was divided into two halves by a purple protrusion, and the upper and lower parts were wrapped by red cloth. The serrated blade made of magic steel was filled with white soul smoke.

　　 Aristophanes stretched out his hand and held the sickle until a voice came into his mind: "Oh, let me see what the mage who can resist my whispers is thinking..."

　　 Before the words fell, Aristophane performed an enhanced Occupational Cerebral technique again, blocking Uthalus' peeping into his brain.

　　 "Are you okay, Aristophane?" Scavill asked Etiès as he watched the elf reach out and held the sickle.

　　 Aristophane shook his head. He carried a scythe as high as his body and walked to Satell's soul. Regardless of the horrified cry of the Eredar, he waved Uzarus and slashed at her.

　　 Accompanied by a piercing scream, the floating milky white soul was chopped in half and sucked directly into the sickle.