The three men in front stopped and looked back at McGonagall at the same time.

"It is indeed Alex. When we were still thinking about how to solve the problem, you were already thinking about how to distribute the spoils." Krasu looked at McGonagall with emotion, "I was so crazy when I was young."

"No, you don't." Julian shook his head. "When you were young, you were beaten."

"That ... that's what I let them do." Krasu's momentum suddenly weakened.

When he first created melee magic at that time, he did eat a lot of young losses. Magicians of the same age almost abused him, and the worst thing was that he was abused by some younger wizards.

Past ... not to mention.

McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly. He wasn't trying to pretend, he just wanted to complete the task, but now that he had spoken, he could only pretend to be light and light.

"Fried or roasted?" Irina asked with a look of seriousness. "What kind of devil have I tasted?"

"This ... you have to see the real thing to make a decision," McGheel thought for a moment.

Krasu and Julian glanced at the two of them, and they were really a dare to ask, a dare to answer.

Dirty guys who believe in the devil have been resolved, and the thunderstorm mountains have returned to calm, only the cold wind calls for signs in the mountains, and the thunder that even sounds.

In the middle of a snow-covered plain in the depths of the mountains, there was a dark, hollow hole.

Crassus raised his hand and flung a fireball in the direction of the hollow. The dark hole, two meters wide, seemed to be able to devour light. The fireball disappeared into it, and the light disappeared instantly, as if it never appeared.

And above that hollow, there was a weird black mist, which seemed to hide some kind of ghost, and was crooked and crazily crazily.

"The land of the seal is there." Julian stopped at five meters, looking at the dark mist with a solemn expression: "This dark mist is very difficult to entangle, and it is completely covered by the dark mist under the entrance, invisible objects, spirit The force is also very limited, and it is impossible to detect the specific situation below. "

"Although the breath is a bit different, this black mist is not much different from the black mist we encountered before. Leave it to me." Irina stepped forward with ease, and raised the mage stick in her hand.

The dark mist seemed to feel the threat, and after a squirm, it surged towards Irina.

"Holy light, please obey my call, purify these evils!"

Irina sang loudly, and a bright light burst from the mage's staff.

The evil black mist is illuminated by the holy light, and it instantly melts like ice and fire.

With a sickening scream, the dark mist over the cavity was quickly eliminated.

"The Holy Light has something unique to eliminate the evil." Julian nodded thoughtfully. The ice-based magic could barely cover the void, but he was helpless in purifying the dark mist.

"The Goddess of Light was born to stand on the opposite side of evil. It is nothing to be able to purify evil, but Irina should be the only light magician in the world, right?" Krasu's tone was a little regretful and Worry.

"Next, it's down." Irina's gaze fell into the hollow, the mage's staff held up, and a larger light than the previous pierced into the hollow.

A terrible scream came from the hollow like a ghost, and the original black hollow became bright under the light of the Holy Light.

The probes of everyone looked down. The holy light had not yet dispersed. The hollow passage was not a straight passage. It was more like a huge cave, and the hollow was a hole cut above the cave.

"This cave looks deep," Krasu frowned.

"We all see it." Julian rolled his eyes.

"Are we just going to jump like this?" Irina was already eager to try. The unknown was not a fear to her, but made her feel challenging and interesting.

"I will take the lead in charge." Krasu jumped first, and three **** of fire floated in front of him, lighting up the road below.

"Leave." Julian followed the next leap, but soon a first-level ice staircase appeared at his feet, and a first-level step appeared at each step, just like walking in the air, quite like a master. Freehand.

"How do we go down?" McGonagall looked at Irina and asked, although he could guarantee that he wouldn't fall to death by jumping like this, but after all, it didn't look like the world's first knight.

"You jump, I jump," Irina said, looking at McGonagall affectionately.

"Let's go then." McGonagall grabbed Irina's hand and leapt down into the hollow.

The cave was dark, and only Crassus opened his way in front of three flames, lighting and warming one area.

McGonagall looked around, I'm afraid no one thought that there was such a huge cave under this thunderstorm mountain.

"This is not a natural cave. It should have been excavated, but it is very long and farther than the history of the elves." Irina threw out a few flare shells and looked at the stone wall that was dug out in the distance. , A little surprised.

"It seems that these guys are really left over from ancient times and have survived countless years," said Julian hoarsely.

"The good news is that they may have consumed most of their power by years and seals." Krasu smiled freely.

"The bad news is that we may not even be able to beat them in this state." Irina shrugged.

"That's really bad." Krasu murmured, and there was no denying the possibility.

"It's going to the end!" Krasu reminded, and suddenly two **** of fireballs appeared suddenly under his feet, and his falling body began to slow down rapidly.

Julian still walked down in a hurry.

Irina suddenly grabbed McGonagall's waist, leaned back, her head-down posture immediately adjusted to her feet down, and a layer of net-like golden threads appeared under her feet. Each net broke, speed They will lower a bit. When they fall to the ground, they will step on the ground smoothly and lightly as if they took a step lightly.

"Mrs. is very good." McGonald praised in his heart, naturally holding the long sword at his waist.

The cave is more than a kilometer deeper and colder than the ground. The surrounding area is very empty. Neither Krasu's fireball nor Irina's mage can illuminate the cave much.

"The magic is coming from this direction." Irina turned around in the same place, and stretched her fingers in a direction.

"Let's go, we will meet this eternal relic." Krasu held the mage stick and walked in the forefront. Three groups of fireballs split into six groups, surrounded by the front, back, left, and right, and one rushed forward.

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