Chapter 348 Hard Fight
Time is passing little by little.
Brian and the female elf Ilseveri are still trapped in the magic network world of pure white space.
A cloud of mist not far from them turned into gold, and a warm glimmer turned into firelight.
Brian looked over involuntarily. The scene before him was like opening a window in the swirling fog.
For a moment, the mist before his eyes resembled the falling snowflakes in the middle of winter.
Through the window, he saw a brightly lit study room.
Sitting in the room was an elf with a silvery complexion, wearing a strange upturned robe, sitting on a soft chair suspended in the air, and was concentrating on reading a book wrapped in dragon skin. magical books.
The female elf Ilseveri on the side was curious for a moment and leaned over, tilting her head to see what was written in the book.
The elf seemed to feel that someone was looking at him, so he raised his head and stared back. His gaze passed by, and Brian was surprised to see a pair of rose-red eyes, sharp and full of anger.
He waved his long fingers and made complex spell-casting gestures. This was a spell that Brian had never seen before.
Even with his high-level spell recognition, he couldn't tell what kind of spell it was, and he couldn't even feel any magic fluctuations emanating from the elves.
Seeing that the elf was about to cast the completed magic, out of instinct, the two hurriedly dispersed, only to find that this unknown spell was shining with golden light... and then like a deflated ball, the funny turned into fluctuations. The silver flame was extinguished in an instant, just a palm away from the elf's spell-casting finger.
The elf's handsome face froze, and he jumped up from the soft chair he was sitting on like a spring. Seeing that the spell he had cast turned into this, his anger turned into panic, and he threw it away angrily. Spell book in hand.
And this magic book actually grew wings or spikes, as sharp as a sword blade, and then flew away angrily, crossing an arc like a swallow, Disappeared from the edge of the window in the mist.
The elven mage grabbed a powerful, crackling staff with sharp blades at both ends and the moon rune gleaming on it.
He waved his staff and shouted silently towards the magic book he couldn't see.
Then, the floating window closed, and Brian looked doubtfully at the white mist that was about to dissipate.
“Hey!” Ilsevelli whispered, “It’s so strange. This... illusion may be trying to tell us something, or maybe our place is connected to many places, from time to time... ”
She didn’t know how to express it for a moment, and blinked her slightly playful eyes at Brian in confusion.
"The questions you can think of..." Brian also looked confused, "It's almost the same as me, but we don't know the elf mage, right?"
Ilseveri nodded slightly, At this time, the light behind her changed, and Brian immediately turned to face the flash of light, waving his hand to alert the elves beside him.
The dense fog surging in the distance shone like a ruby red, then turned green again after a moment.
At this moment, two silent figures in black robes, shoulder to shoulder like street gangsters, strode out from the green gap with steps that they did not recognize.
Then, the fog turned white again, and the two uninvited guests floated, like ghosts, drifting towards Brian and the two at extremely fast speeds.
"Damn it! It's a lich again." Ilsevere said in disgust.
The two lichs had no noses on their faces, half made of withered flesh and half made of yellowed bones. They stretched out their long, dry arms toward her like zombies.
The female elf cursed secretly, slashed at one of the arms with the buzzing long sword in her hand, and then drew out a sharp dagger to block the withered hand of the other claw.
The other lich grabbed Brian's face, and Brian's elf moon blade flashed a cold light, just like cutting tofu, easily cutting off the lich's fingers, forcing it to stagger. Back away.
"They have no intention of casting spells at all. In other words, they have known for a long time that spells cannot be released here." Ilsevelli murmured, she raised her dagger, took an attack posture, and stared at the surroundings of mist to see who else would attack.
The two lichs came towards the female elf again. They looked mindless, reminding Brian of the limping zombies in the cemetery.
He felt that the eyes on the two lich palms were glaring at him fiercely, giving him an inexplicable feeling of palpitations.
Recalling the lichs he encountered before, Brian vaguely realized that these two lichs were most likely Larocque's puppet lichs. The purpose of appearing here was for surveillance? Or are you testing them?
He doesn’t know yet.
While Ilseveri's sword was entangled with the Lich's fingers, Brian took this opportunity to swing the Elf Moon Blade and accurately stabbed one of the Lich's eyes.
The moment Brian thrust the sword into it, the Lich kept smacking his mouth due to the pain deep in his soul, making comical clicking sounds.
The other eye suddenly shot something towards Brian, but it turned into a fleeting silver flame.
Noting this situation, Ilseveri secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It seems that not only my magic is malfunctioning, but so are they."
"That's right." Brian agreed. His sword flashed through a sharp cold light, and a lich's head fell off and rolled into the rolling mist.
The headless undead creature bent down comically, stuck out its withered buttocks, and groped with its hands, looking for its lost head on the ground. Ilsevere took the opportunity to kick the lich on the butt. He kicked it directly onto another lich.
The two lichs collided with a muffled sound and fell together.
The female elf immediately rushed over with her sword, slashing wildly.
Brian did not move. He stood warily between the storm and the thick threads that Xinbu had turned into. He quickly glanced at Ilseveri who had cut the two poor lichs into pieces. crazy move, and then looked into the fog.
Almost at the same time, a bright red light shone in the mist behind Ilseveri, and Brian quickly reminded the female elf who was venting her anger.
Hearing his warning, Ilseveri turned around and faced the lich who had just walked out of the green gap, and stabbed him with a sword without hesitation.
The wrinkled dead skin on the Lich's face suddenly showed a panicked expression, and he subconsciously reached out to grab it. There was still an eye open on the palm of his hand. Ilsevili cut off the hand with a counterattack.
Dried pieces of flesh, dust and fallen fingers flicked onto the face of the lich, which roared silently.
After Ilsevere neatly eliminated the three lichs, she muttered: "Did you see that the lich didn't cast a spell and didn't pronounce a word at all! If it was really Larocque who did it , this job is too rough, it’s simply stupid.”
Brian nodded silently. He saw the violent female elf dismembering the silent enemy, and curiously turning over the remains with the tip of her sword. Checking the loot, of course, found nothing.
"Laloc is not as stupid as you say." Brian looked away from the Lich's dismembered limbs.
"As for why you let them die under your sword? After all, without magic, it would be easy for us to kill them. Why attack us? If they were ordered by someone, then who gave such an irrational order!"
While she was speaking, a red flash of light appeared again on the left side of Ilsevili, and another one appeared on the right side. Two more lichs strode out with steps that they didn't recognize.
“Hmph!” The female elf snorted, and then muttered: “I didn’t expect there were so many, maybe he was just testing us.”
“According to what you said, Nala The price for Locke to test the enemy is too high."
As Brian said, he rushed out from where he was standing and slashed at the arm of a lich without waiting for the frightened person. The lich staggered back, and he had already withdrawn and returned to the original place.
He could tell from the experience he gained that most of these lichs who had lost the ability to cast spells were around the third to fourth level in strength.
He didn't believe that Larocque would send so many lichs for no reason, so that he could gain experience. Obviously, he had other purposes.
"Maybe that's the case. I'm wondering how many lichs he has to send out before he's done with it, or maybe he just wants to disembowel us."
Ilseveri frowned. He frowned, blocked a leering lich with his sword, and kicked it hard on the belly. If that was still a belly, the lich grinned and stumbled away.
“I think so.” After the female elf got rid of the lich that attacked her, she said:
"For us, now is the time for cynicism and gloating. They are all going to be killed anyway. You don't care what the other party thinks. Just kill as many as you want and that's it."
This is indeed very consistent with Everjum Island. Militant elf style.
Just as Brian was about to speak, more lichs came out of the cracks in the fog around them, at least a dozen of them, and they gathered around a tall, thin and confused Benor lich. .
Beno Lich glared around angrily, stumbling towards the two of them, looking slow and reluctant.
As it walked over, it had a painful expression on its face, trembling all over, murmuring, and obviously struggling.
"It's fighting." Sensing this situation, Ilseveri did not take action immediately. Instead, she leaned close to Brian and reminded him in a low voice.
"It can be seen that this Beno Lich should be fighting against the people who control it, such as Larok." Brian stood there and expressed his thoughts.
Ilseveri immediately raised the buzzing ancient elf sword and took a step to the side, so that she and Brian, who stayed in place, formed a flanking posture to resist the enemy. attack.
Beno Lich stood still and looked at them sadly, obviously aware of the danger it faced.
Then, it sighed, reluctantly reached back and pulled out an extremely slender, soft and easy-to-break black-edged sword from the strap that Brian could not see.
The sword did not buzz, but hissed. It looked like the inherited moon blade of the elf family.
Beno Lich raised his sword to his shoulder, as if preparing for an attack. Ancient elven runes were flashing on the strange black sword.
The lich stepped forward, the blade spinning with it. At the same time, four lichs armed with swords, scimitars, maces and flails attacked from both sides.
Bryan raised his sword to ward off the black blade sword of Benoy Lich, and then dodged to avoid the sparks pouring down from the black moon blade sword.
Obviously, this is indeed a moon blade passed down from the elf family.
After confirming the true identity of Benoy Lich, Ilseveri didn't have so many worries and slaughtered the surrounding lich with full firepower, while Brian was responsible for holding back Benoy Lich and did not choose to kill him. . Ilseveri's muscular figure rushed forward like a piercing sword.
The lichs were shocked. They fell down with a muffled groan like wheat. The lich behind was stunned. If it had enough flesh on its face, what would it do? What must have come out was a confused look.
After cutting down the lich blocking the way in front of her, the fierce Ilseveri jumped up, and with another lightning-like sword, she fiercely cut the throat of the stunned lich. Let its head sway on its shoulders.
She said to the lich in disgust: "How about dancing? You want to kill me, do you want to try again?"
"Hiss, hiss..."
The lich stared at her, grinning, revealing a set of jagged black teeth. He raised his hands, with fingers as long as claws, permeated with cold negative energy. As a result, they were all chopped down by Ilseveri's sharp sword.
She solved it in the same way, and then like a meat grinder, she kept slashing at the shoulders, thighs and necks of the lichs, completely ignoring the Benoy lich until the last one The lich stood there and disappeared.
After seeing that all his helpers were slaughtered, Beno Lich, who was dragged by Brian, took the initiative to jump out of the fighting range, took a deep look at Brian and Ilseveri, and took advantage of the opportunity. This opportunity disappeared into nothingness, along with the black-edged sword with wild snakes dancing in its hand.
Immediately afterwards, an earth-shattering sound came from the white mist.
In a dark crack, red light surrounds and green light shines, pouring out like a sparkling green waterfall.
What followed was a bright green vortex, and a pair of lichs came out of it.
This pair of lichs looked calm and calm, as steady as old dogs. They did not have the word 'arrogance' written on their faces as clearly as the previous lichs.
The negative energy emanating from the opponent's body also made Brian feel that the Lich's strength had definitely reached the legendary level.
The will-o'-the-wisps in their eyes flashed with vicious light, and floated straight towards the two of them. After reaching a certain range, they suddenly raised their hands high, and the shining eyes on their palms were like sharp swords, fierce. Staring ahead.
The moment Brian looked into one eye, he immediately felt a chill coming over him, as if a sharp sword had pierced his heart.
Without the protection of psychic mind protection, he was hit instantly.
Although he was exempted from the instant death effect of the death gaze, the bone-chilling chill emanating from him made his steps unsteady and he could not help but feel his whole body trembling, causing his movements to become slower and slower, the spasms gradually increasing, and his limbs Too heavy to bear...
After seeing that he was under control, the dark and terrifying lich raised a stiff sneer on his lips and immediately attacked him.
Elsevelli on the other side was obviously also tricked.
She desperately fought against the same coldness and couldn't help but scream angrily. As the sword in her hand burst out with pale white flames, her body only stiffened for a moment and then recovered immediately.
Seeing that one of the lichs was about to rush to Brian's side, she had no time to support him, so she immediately calmly threw the dagger in her hand.
At the critical moment when the sharp claws of the Lich were about to touch Brian, the eyes of Brian, who had not yet recovered, flashed with a metallic light, and the dagger thrown by Ilsevili struck. While rolling rapidly, it stabbed the fierce eyes on the Lich's palm.
The attack trajectory of this dagger is impossible to hit a flexibly moving target, but it prevents the Lich from extending its claws towards Brian.
The most important thing is that after being dodged by the Lich, the short sword did not fall to the ground. Instead, it made a trembling buzzing sound in mid-air, then suddenly turned around and continued to attack the Lich. .
Facing the speeding dagger, the Lich did not show any panic.
While calmly dodging the dagger thrown by Ilseveri, he stretched his arms and continued to stare at Brian to control his actions.
Seeing that her attack had had the expected effect, Ilseveri immediately raised her sword and attacked the lich who was temporarily entangled with the dagger.
Facing the menacing female elf, the two lichs looked at each other. One of them took the initiative to meet it, while the other continued to kill Brian, who had not yet resumed action.
When the white claw raised by the Lich was about to catch Brian's face, something else passed over Brian's shoulder, although his body was chilled to the bone. He couldn't control the movement, but he was still keenly aware that these were two things, both vocal and shining, thin and silvery.
The two rays of light pierced out, hit Ilsevili's rolling and spinning dagger, and were guided by a mysterious force to shoot towards the lich.
Caught off guard, the Lich was suddenly stabbed in the chest and eye sockets by a dagger and two rays of light. He grunted in pain, shook his body, quickly regained his balance, and stretched out his cold claws again. , and continued to scratch at Brian's face.
Feeling the suffocating negative energy roaring in, Brian, who was unable to move, felt for the first time that death was so close to him.
When the sharp claws like afterimages were about to touch Brian's pale face, he suddenly felt something being grabbed by his arm. He was shaken, lost his balance, and avoided the Lich's fatal attack. At the same time, he fell to the ground again.
At the same time, the chill that gripped him dissipated and he was able to move freely again.
Then Brian saw the Benoy Lich that he had just fought emerge from the mist. Apparently, it was this Benoy Lich that saved him in the moment of crisis.
Brian glanced at him gratefully, but the latter returned his cold scarlet gaze, and then disappeared into the thick white mist.
Looking at the disappearing Beno Lich, Brian immediately activated the curse fire, causing blue and white flames to spurt out from the Elf Moon Blade. Then, when the Lich raised his palm and tried to control him again, Stab the eye on the palm with precision and speed.
In an instant, the lich who was stabbed in the palm showed a painful expression. In an instant, he was engulfed by the rising flames, turned into a wisp of black smoke, and disappeared.
"Are you okay?" Ilsevere, who came to support, looked at Brian and asked.
"It's okay." Brian, who came from the edge of death, shook his head slightly, "It was the Beno Lich who saved me."
"Does this prove that the Supreme Guards are likely to be secretly plotted by Larok? Under control." Il Sevili said her guess, "We killed the lich of Larok and restored the freedom of the Beno lich." "Maybe." He said thoughtfully, "But now is not the time to sit down and think about this problem."
As soon as he finished speaking, in the thick fog behind the two people, there were more than ten places shining with red and green lights. The vortex appears.
At the same time, a dense crowd of lichs came out of the whirlpool, like a moving wall of undead creatures, pushing towards Brian and Ilseveri.
"Mercy Mystra." Looking at the spectacular scene in front of her, the female elf turned pale with fright. She murmured to herself, "If we can use magic at this time..."
Bryan He shook his head silently, looking at so many lichs, a trace of despair rose in his heart.
Just when the two were about to fight to the death, along with the roar, blue-white flames suddenly burst out from the white mist, as if a giant hand swept away the menacing lich.
Stepping out from the center of the blue-white flames were sixteen steel warriors.
They strode stiffly forward, their movements quick and violent, like speeding Transformers, while their combat arms and spinning blades gleamed.
This group of constructs has no face, but seems to be able to see everything around them. They are all different. Some have giant axes on the top of their arms, and some have heads like huge pots, with spouts extending straight forward.
With the thrilling pace, gears and shafts clicked under the shining appearance of the Iron Warriors.
Looking at the spectacular scene in front of them, Brian and Ilsevelli couldn't believe their eyes.
“I’m so happy.” Ilsevelli whispered bitterly:
“See, this time the two of us are afraid that we will die by a sharp blade instead of The cold lich claws, this scene is really fresh and exciting, it opened my eyes, and then killed me!"
"It's not the time to express your last words yet." Brian said calmly beside her, "These Iron Warriors seem to be allies."
"I hope so." Ilsevili raised her eyebrows He picked up the ancient elven divine sword and said with cold eyes, "Your expectations are too high. Prepare to fight. Our 'allies' have rushed towards us mercilessly."
As the female elf said Just like that, this group of steel warriors driven by clockwork clicked toward the two of them, but...then they suddenly turned around and rushed into the group of lichs without warning.
The confused lichs were frightened and retracted their arms in panic, their black robes and cloaks fluttered uneasily, their long fingers turned into claws, and then...
Eight statues with long hair The iron warrior with a kettle-shaped head spurted out balls of fire, burning a dozen unprepared lichs into blazing torches.
Seeing this, Brian secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before he had time to show a relieved smile, the other eight Iron Warriors each waved twelve mechanical blades, sweeping towards the densely packed lich like a gust of wind. The remaining The undead creatures were like weeds cut by scythes, falling down in groups.
The female elf Ilseveri was stunned, while Brian found that the blue and white flames had been extinguished, and a black figure was still revealed.
That was the beautiful elf they had seen before, and she was standing there smiling at them.
Her sapphire hair was flying in the air, as if it were alive, and she was full of tireless curiosity about the world.
"It's a pleasure to meet again. You fought bravely. If there is fairness in the world, bravery will not fail. Keep fighting!"
She stretched out a small white hand, waved to them, and then disappeared again, the last ray of blue-white flame extinguished with her.
“It seems that this will be a long battle.”
Il Sevili looked at the battle that had ended and the dozens of steel warriors standing silently. She sighed, "It's very likely that we won't even see the winter in the valley."
Brian nodded slightly, and couldn't help but worry about the situation in the material world.
After all, the ghost princes were working hard to repair the floating city. He had a vague feeling that he might miss the war in which the floating city took advantage of his territory.
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(End of this chapter)