The Magician of Rebirth

The guards of the city gate tried to stop the rushing torrent, but in front of the angry crowd, their swords were vulnerable to a single blow, and the smell of blood that diffused further aroused the anger of the civilians. A few more clever soldiers Tried to turn back to the city, seeking the support and help of mages and warlocks, but was drowned in the crazy crowd.

Flender was firmly stuck in the crowd, barely maintaining his balance during the rapid march, the pressure from all directions almost squeezed him flat, the strong smell of sweat mixed with various body odors almost made him feel sick. He choked.He wanted to release the wind wall, but he was worried that the fluctuation of magic power would reveal his position to Paris.

Someone stumbled under his feet, Flender staggered and almost fell, but a force came from his right hand to support his body, and then, the hands that were originally clasped were released, and a strong arm was wrapped around his waist and pulled him into a firm embrace.Amidst the din, Charamon's voice was still low and clear, and the heat of his breath brushed against Flender's ears, "Be careful."

Flender felt a little uncomfortable for no reason. In his own memory, the wind wolf has always been a symbol of strength. This kind of protected posture was only there when he and Sasha first embarked on the journey.

He took a deep breath, got rid of all distracting thoughts in his mind, leaned back relaxedly, moved with Sharamon's steps, and focused all his energy on detecting the surrounding environment.

'Ah, little Fran, we seem to be in trouble. The Elf King floated in Flender's mind, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his index finger pointing between his brows, in a very formal posture of preparing for battle, with expressions of anticipation and excitement intertwined on his face.

Flender couldn't help but frowned, "Your Majesty, can you feel where your great-great-grandson is?" '

'Well, at most 50 miles away from here, marching towards the city gate at a considerable speed.Long time no see, the little one from back then seems to have grown up pretty well.So soon to completely transform his new contractor. '

'So Paris is much stronger now than when I was facing each other? '

'That's right, it feels like their synchronization rate has exceeded 90.00%!Little Fran, don't compete with him for magic power. '

'... I try to avoid it. ' Flender frowned.

After rushing out of the narrow city gate and the winding ramp, the rushing crowd gradually slowed down and dispersed in different directions. Gaston's cavalry took advantage of this opportunity to gradually gather and approached Charamont and Flanders .

However, the relaxed expression of relief did not last long on their faces, and the faint sound of horseshoes behind them was all too familiar to them-Salaman's light horse!

Not far away came the sound of civilians crying and screaming, mixed with the sound of sharp wind, and Sharamon's body suddenly tensed up.

coming!Flender raised the corners of his lips and broke free from Sharamon's embrace. Abundant magic power circulated in his body, but his aura was hidden deeper. The element of wind was quietly surrounding him, waiting for the right time.

He didn't need to look back to know that the gathering point of the astonishing number of wind elements behind him was his "successor" Paris. Both parties felt each other's existence, but neither of them acted rashly.

The confrontation between the powers of the two elven kings made the wind element in the air unprecedentedly restless, and the dust on the ground was lifted up from time to time, brewing an atmosphere of imminent rain.

Although the battle between mages is different from the direct and strong visual impact of swordsmen's hand-to-hand combat, the consequences are often more tragic and far-reaching.

"You guys find a way to grab the horse, and I'll divert Paris' attention." Flender put his hands together in his sleeves, and for the first time he didn't hide his sharp gaze. It seemed that something in his blood that had been sleeping for a long time was easing up. Slowly waking up, overflowing from somewhere in his heart bit by bit, filling his body.

It belonged to the wind wolf, the long-lost fighting spirit in the face of the strong.

I don't want to hide anything, I don't want to keep anything, but I really use up all the magic power, use all the elements that can be commanded, release all the spells that can be used, concentrate all my energy on one point, and strive for the priority of every minute and every second. machine.

'Ah, little Fran, I can feel you getting excited too. '

'That's right.Your Majesty, let's have a good cooperation! '

Sharamon looked at Flender in shock, then nodded knowingly, and made several gestures to the surrounding knights. The group of them gradually slowed down and approached Salaman's cavalry.

Flender calmly distanced himself from Charamon to prevent him from being hurt by the aftermath of the magic.

Flender's familiar atmosphere was faintly shrouded in Paris, and his appearance was closer to the wind wolf from the previous life than the last time he met.He turned his head slightly in the direction of Flender, and slowly broke into a bright smile.

The cavalry of Salaman can almost be said to attack indiscriminately. Their long swords swept across all the civilians around them, and many adventurers also drew out their weapons to fight back. The chanting of various spells sounded, and the gorgeous magic light was touching. Salaman's army was instantly blocked by an invisible airflow.

Flender's pupils shrank slightly. When Paris was fighting against him, he still had the strength to release this level of wind wall. The level of magic power was probably not much inferior to that of the wind wolf in the previous life.

Paris slowly floated up from the horse, stood about 3 meters above the ground, raised his hands, and the wind elements in the sky were quickly gathered under the traction of his magic power. De unheard spell.

In a trance, there seemed to be a vague shadow emerging, slowly stacking up with Paris' figure, overlapping little by little, and the power of magic gradually strengthened, reaching a frightening level.

'Ah la, do you want to enlarge your moves at the beginning?It's not cute!Little Fran, interrupt him! 'The Elven King's voice was a little more serious and cautious.

The magic power in the body seems to be drawn by an invisible hand, flows according to a fixed trajectory, resonates with the surrounding elements, and conveys a strong will as if it has its own consciousness.

Is this the true strength of the ancient elf king?Flender had no time to express his astonishment. He followed the direction of the flow of magic power in a good manner, concentrated the strongest thoughts in his heart, pushed the magic power to run with all his strength, and chanted the tornado spell aloud.At the same time, clenched his right hand, several instantaneous spiral wind blades were hidden in the tornado, and swept towards Paris in midair at the same time.

On the other side, Sharamon's light cavalry battalion has already taken over Salaman's cavalry. They mixed with a group of mediocre adventurers, took advantage of the moment when Salaman's soldiers were distracted, attacked the horses under them, and then used the horses to startle When the time is right, get on your horse and shoot down their original owner.

The adventurers on the side also followed suit, and they were caught off guard and killed several Salaman knights.

Paris showed a disdainful smile, and with a wave of his long sleeves, the half-completed spell was launched suddenly, facing the tornado created by Flender, and recited a new spell again.

The tyrannical magic power collided in the air, Flender's tornado was severely scattered, and a huge number of wind elements attacked where he was originally standing, and hit the ground, making a huge roar.

Sharamon quickly walked through the Salaman cavalry, looking for gaps in the dense sword shadows, cut off the legs of many horses, and weakened the mobility of the Salaman cavalry.Hearing the sound of magic colliding, he couldn't help frowning, and the sword became more and more fierce.

Flender was also floating in mid-air, watching his hidden wind blade break through the element cluster that Paris had just started to condense, but was blocked by the wind wall around him, unable to make further progress, his eyes darkened.

'Your Majesty, it seems that the difference between my magic power and his is really not small. '

'Little Fran, be careful, this guy seems to be able to do some interesting magic. '

'Ah, I found out, I have never heard of these two spells, I am not familiar with the trajectory of the elements, and there is no way to break them up like I broke up the forbidden spells before. '

Paris closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and quickly threw out a series of middle-level spells. Under the control of tyrannical magic power, they exerted a power not inferior to ordinary high-level spells, and they exploded around Flender, tearing apart his surroundings. wind wall.

Flender was slightly taken aback, something flashed through his mind quickly, and then flew quickly, bypassing the surrounding obstacles, mentally tense, the wind wall was instant, and the wind wall around him was destroyed at a speed comparable to the speed at which they were destroyed. It thickened rapidly, the hood was blown away, and the long golden hair floated in the wind.

While dodging, Flender also threw a few spells at Paris with his hands. The sharp-edged small whirlwind mixed with wind blades of different shapes, blocked all Paris' escape routes, and stabbed him from all directions. The vitals, but all the magic can't pierce his wind wall.

Things seem to be a little troublesome.Flender pursed his lips tightly. Although the instant magic gave him priority in timing, the huge gap in magic power made all his attacks insignificant. If this situation continues, he will only be beaten!

Released a spell of wind spear, seeing Paris's tightly closed eyes, Flender suddenly had a thought, and blessed himself with a wind spell, adjusting the fluctuation of the magic power to the maximum, covering up the Paris wind wall left here. Traces, swooped towards Salaman's cavalry.

Paris' magic followed closely behind, and fell on Salaman's cavalry without mercy.The magic that also came from Paris collided violently with the few remaining wind walls that had been consumed, and the elements of the wind scattered and flowed. The screams of the Salaman cavalry were horrifying.

Paris was stunned, and a trace of panic flashed across his expression. Flender quickly restrained the breath around him, and under the cover of the strong magical fluctuations generated by the impact, he suddenly jumped up and pulled up above Paris, "Your Majesty!" '

'understood. '

The extremely compressed hurricane rushed towards Paris, who was a little dazed, with the magic power of the Elf King at a speed unimaginable to the naked eye, leaving a series of afterimages in the air.

At this moment, Flender clearly saw Paris and the shadow on him raising their hands in the same rhythm, and showing a strange smile to Flender.

In his palm, there is a high-density wind element gathered for a long time!

'Oops, little Fran, get out of here! The Elf King clapped his hands in Flender's mind, his long hair and hem raised at the same time, powerful magic power was output instantly, and Flender was taken a few feet away from the spot.

Caught off guard, the use of magic power exceeding the synchronization rate caused Flender to grunt in pain. His palms were on fire, and blood oozes from a large area of ​​skin all over his body. However, this allowed his heart to avoid the direct attack and the reflected hurricane. It hit Flender's right shoulder heavily, and he heard the sound of his own bones shattering bit by bit under the squeeze of the wind element. The severe pain distracted his attention, and the floating spell on his body could no longer Unable to sustain himself, Flender fell heavily from mid-air.

'Little Fran, drop to the right!Hold on! The Elf King called out loudly. His figure was very thin, and his facial features were almost invisible, but it could be clearly distinguished that his expression was anxiety and...fear that Flender had never seen before?

Flender felt that he must be hallucinating. In a trance, he forcefully raised his left hand and waved a weak airflow to the left. His body shifted to the right by the recoil.

A war horse neighed, and the last sight in Flender's eyes was Sharamon's calm green eyes that couldn't hide his worry and concern.