A raging storm swept across the top of the third tower.
Invisible and colorless tiny blades were mixed into the violent hurricane. The hurricane roared and swirled in the narrow corridor, and sparks kept appearing on the walls.
In less than ten seconds, one or two great wizards would be torn into pieces by the hurricane that was uprooted from the ground. Amidst the sharp noise like a chainsaw cutting, their bodies turned into blood mist and minced meat and merged into the storm, turning the whole thing into pieces.
The storm was dyed a faint crimson.
In a storm of this level, let alone talking, even breathing is difficult. The diaphragm is simply not strong enough to withstand such a violent storm, and almost no air can be pumped into the lungs.
The faint smell of blood lingered in the nostrils of the great wizards. It was unknown whether it was due to the minced meat mixed in the wind, or the external storm that sucked the plasma out of the lungs.
If it weren't for the fact that the great wizard's physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, this complete suffocation alone would be enough to kill them. But even so, they began to gradually feel some discomfort in their bodies.
However, compared to their physical abnormalities, it was their gradually becoming anxious mood that started to lead them out of control——
No matter what kind of protective witchcraft was used, it was the same. In front of the violent hurricane, all witchcraft seemed so ridiculous. The vacuum barrier of enchantment that could theoretically be immune to all atmospheric damage was completely torn apart by the hurricane.
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Correspondingly, the great wizards continued to emit large amounts of witchcraft every second, from low-level to high-level, from enchantments to treacherous knives to confusing hearts - it can be said that almost every time, they could seriously hurt the fat man.
He dies several times almost every second.
However, no matter what kind of damage is caused, even if he is crushed to ashes, it will be of no use. The person will only need a short period of time to fully recover.
The fat man danced his hands intoxicatedly in the strong wind, showing a conductor-like enthusiasm and concentration.
No matter how powerful the witchcraft is, it seems that it can't affect him. And he has no idea of killing all the wizards immediately. He just uses the hurricane to wipe out a few wizards every once in a while.
The number of great wizards killed by him did not seem to be many, not even a fraction among the dozens of people - but as time went by, his companions died one by one, and the enemies were completely invincible. The great wizards had begun to consider how to
Escape from here.
Even destroying the third tower, which is regarded as a spiritual symbol, does not seem to be unforgivable.
The scene has gradually gotten out of control——
"...a bunch of hopeless idiots."
Tanas shook his head and withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the massacre that occurred at the door.
The other party was obviously just one person, but so many wizards were frightened to death.
Not to mention attacking, the mountain man in black robe has only said a few impassioned words and smashed a bottle since his appearance.
Tanas could even tell that the contents of the bottle should be a bruise medicine of fairly ordinary quality. Tanas even saw a few unevenly ground medicine stems in the pool of green liquid on the ground.
Apart from that, the fat mountain man did not make any extra movements. His eyes flashed with a wolf-like green light, and as he passed by, the eyes of all the great wizards also flashed with the same green light.
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Every ten seconds, one or two great wizards suddenly fell down. They didn't even have the slightest injury on their bodies, but they let out an unpleasant wailing sound like someone was being dragged behind them, fell heavily to the ground, and then died with a twisted look of extreme fear on their faces.
Death.
And other wizards just kept releasing destructive witchcraft into the empty space, and even affected many of their companions; the person who was clearly standing in the back row, in an absolutely safe position, inexplicably used defensive witchcraft, with a look on his face.
He also showed a pained look as if he had been stabbed.
"Is it an illusion? It's such a generous act."
Tanas sighed again. Something flashed in his cloudy eyes.
"Oh? Old sir, if you have any comments or suggestions about the works below, please point them out directly."
A sharp but gentlemanly voice sounded from beside Tanas: "Actually, I'm curious as to why you didn't fall into the illusion..."
Old Tanas turned around and found that the fat man in black robe had come to his side.
The great wizards on the road subconsciously backed away or swerved away when he approached. At the same time, they continued to focus fire to attack the open space.
If the five tall towers of the White Tower were not resistant to witchcraft, the witchcraft of these great wizards alone would be enough to shatter the third tower from the inside.
What a bunch of idiots.
Tanas sighed for the third time and shook his head slightly.
The timid gaze unique to the peaceful old scholar gradually darkened and transformed into something more rebellious.
"The answer is simple."
Tanas's eyes gradually shone with a dark light.
"Cunning Fox" Sheng Luo Wei suddenly felt some bad omen in his heart.
"A person who has gone crazy once will naturally not go crazy a second time."
Old Tanas smiled slightly and said unhurriedly in an old and elegant voice: "And the other reason is...compared to Yismao, your method is too childish."
Luo Wei's Adam's apple slid up and down uneasily.
"This is the first time we meet. Please forgive me if I speak or act carelessly."
While saying this, Old Tanas smiled and extended his right hand to shake hands with Lowe.
However, his right hand was not directed towards Luo Wei, who was standing in front of him, but towards an open space.
Finally, Saint Rowe's expression completely changed.
The air seemed to be stagnant for a moment, and the previous figure of Saint Rowe dissipated like a bubble. An inconspicuous short figure appeared out of thin air from the direction where Old Tanas stretched out his hand.
Luo Wei's expression was completely solemn.
"I'm Rowe Rowe Aidaliri."
Saying this, the short, fat, dwarf-like red-haired man took off his hood and gloves, took Tanas' extended hand, and said with respect in his voice: "Master, please respect my name."
"I'm not a master, I'm just a gambler who just lost everything."
Tanas said leisurely: "As for my name..."
While he was still talking, Old Tanas's pupils had turned completely black.
Tanas smiled slightly. He saw that the straight teeth that should have been severely worn but not yellowed or incomplete have now turned into layers of sharp teeth like a shark, shining with a cold light.
"... Just call me Edward." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net