The night was dark, the bleak silver moonlight could not dispel the shadows of the forest, the wind blew terrifying whines through the bushes and crevices in the rocks, and the trees turned into terrifying black phantoms that swayed wildly.

Thorne wandered alone among the dense, towering trees, walking silently like a shadow.

The rhythm of his walk was so quiet that most nocturnal predators roaming the wilderness did not hear or notice his arrival.

If the dead branches and fallen leaves floating on the ground were not trembling slightly, these bloodthirsty predators would never know that someone had passed through here.

As Thorne made his way through the thick, towering groves to a rough dirt road leading to the ruins of Far Mountain Town, he was stopped abruptly by a faint sound from the gust of wind.

Thorne looked in the direction of the ruins of Yuanshan Town, and let the gust of wind raise the creaky black cloak, and said to himself:

"Xiao Hei, do you smell blood?".

"Swish..."

A short while after the voice fell, the bushes on the left side of the Ranger shook.

"Roar!"

An adult-sized Fulong beast emerged from it. The beast first stretched its neck and snarled at its master, grinning a few times, as if to vent its inner dissatisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, with a proud look, he gently patted the two extremely disproportionate leather wings on his back, turned around and walked forward against the gust of wind.

Every time it took a step, the muscles full of strength flowed back and forth on it like a wave.

I saw its vigorous figure jumped and jumped onto a large rock, its scarlet eyes looked in the direction of the ruins of Yuanshan Town, raised its sharp nose and sniffed, then turned back and roared at Thorne a few times.

"It seems that my feeling is correct. There is indeed a battle ahead. The thick **** smell is also mixed with the sulfurous smell of fireballs and the unique stench of lizardmen." After receiving the information transmitted by the animal companion through telepathy, Thorne speculates:

"In that case, the adventurers in the wild should have clashed with the remnants of the lizardmen. Who would it be? A spellcaster who can cast the three-ring "fireball", whether it is a sorcerer or a wizard, is a scarce resource in the wilderness. "

"Let's go, I just plan to spend the night in the ruins of Yuanshan Town tonight, by the way, let's see what's going on ahead." Thorne waved at the animal companion and accelerated his pace towards the ruins.

In the wilderness at night, daring to fly on a hippogriff is undoubtedly tantamount to courting death.

Besides, the moonlight is very bleak tonight.

Grips without Darkvision are affected in flight.

So he did not plan to rush to Twilight Town overnight, but planned to sleep in the wilderness for one night, and then travel the next day. The ruins of Yuanshan Town were his best choice.

Inside the ruins of Yuanshan Town.

"It really is a lizard man." Thorne, who used a collapsed ruin occupied by weeds as a bunker, looked at the battle scene not far away and whispered.

A group of lizardmen are attacking a spellcaster covered in grey robes.

Most of these lizardmen's weapons are mainly javelins, and there are also five lizardmen longbowmen hiding behind cover.

The positions of the five lizardmen longbowmen are very tricky, not only ensuring that their longbow shots can attack the caster, but also avoiding the caster's long-range spell bombardment, and there are ruins for defense in front of them.

At this time, the wizard has been surrounded by circles, and it seems a little impossible to rush out.

Since all the lizardmen were nearby, there were still more than thirty other than those who fell to the ground and died.

However, this group of persuading lizardmen was obviously frightened by the fireball technique just now. Except for the constant demonstrative hissing around the caster, none of them dared to act rashly.

"Shhhhhh!"

This stalemate was finally broken by the lizardman longbowmen. With the dull bowstring echoing, powerful arrows shot at the calm caster.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Unfortunately, when the galloping arrow is about a meter away from the caster, the sharp arrow will either deflect out and fly in another direction, or it will land directly under the caster's feet.

"Mage armor, deflection field." Thorne glanced at the Fulong beast hidden in the dark, and gently took off the composite longbow behind him.

Noticing the dim protective force field, Thorne immediately judged the caster's protective spell based on "perception magic" and guessed the opponent's approximate level.

This is a wizard with a class level of no more than 6.

Why do you say he is a wizard.

Mainly because Thorne noticed the ink stains on the wizard's old gray wizard robes.

He can still recognize this kind of ink, which is a special ink that transcribes spell scrolls.

Since Andrina learned magic from goblin wizards, she has often practiced the skill of transcribing scrolls and making some simple spell scrolls.

For Thorne, who occasionally likes to hang around her, it is natural to see it at a glance.

Why are the so-called "dead houses" wizards ranked first in the four major spellcasting systems, and they are also the richest group.

Precisely because they are best at crafting magic items and spell scrolls.

After all, these magic items are very scarce luxury goods everywhere.

Of course, there is also the most crucial point, this wizard's protective spells are significantly different from ordinary spellcasters.

As we all know, warlocks' spells are obtained by awakening blood, so they can easily master and cast spells without spending time learning obscure spell knowledge like wizards.

This indirectly leads to the fact that warlocks are novice in arcane arts. Most of the spells they cast are not as flexible as wizards, and they are even despised by some extreme wizard groups.

Take simple protection spells.

The function of the first-level spell "Mage Armor" is to generate a protective spell similar to the "AT force field" around the subject.

As long as this force field barrier does not disappear, then any physical damage can be blocked.

However, the normal force field shape is similar to an oval-shaped existence that surrounds the subject. Under Thorne's careful observation, he found that the force field barrier cast by the wizard in front of him turned out to be a three-dimensional prism-like existence.

A technique that can easily change the shape of a spell is undoubtedly impossible for a warlock.

This is like the spell-like ability "fireball" that he masters.

In fact, the spells he awakened are essentially the same as that of warlocks. They don't need to learn spell knowledge. When certain conditions are met, they can be learned automatically.

If you let him disguise as a demon sorcerer, it is also an easy task.

But it is impossible for Thorne to make the round fireball into a square or other shape, at least he can't do it.

Only those wizards who have learned "fireball" through spell knowledge can successfully rub them into other shapes through continuous research and attempts.

Of course, even if the squared fireball is still a fireball, its power will not be weakened or increased.

Unless it's some idle wizard's brain, almost no one will try this dangerous move.

It is said that a wizard player in Iron Horse Town was accidentally killed by his own fireball while studying the "fireball technique".

He didn't know exactly what caused it.

The change of shape of the fireball is of no use in increasing the power, and it does not mean that other spells are also useless.

Just like the prismatic force field cast by the wizard in front of him is very useful for the battle at this moment.

Because the lizardmen who besieged him mainly used piercing weapons such as spears, javelins and longbows, when they hit the prismatic force field, they would easily be deflected out by the inclined plane, causing them to be unable to bear the force.

So, a few clever lizardmen have begun to try hammering with the handle of a gun.

If it is a bludgeoning blow such as a stick, this prismatic force field obviously does not have an oval protective effect.

The more than 30 lizardmen who besieged the wizard seemed to be still dreading the terrifying fireball technique just now, which caused the formation to be so scattered that they didn't even dare to get together.

There were only three people who rushed up to break the shield, and they were forcibly kicked up by one of the strongest lizardmen.

So the three lizardmen with trembling legs clenched the javelin in their hands, and reluctantly went up to the wizard.

"Shhhhhh!"

The three lizardmen hadn't approached the wizard yet, and the lizardman longbowman hiding at the back couldn't bear the loneliness, and completed a new round of shooting. Five sharp arrows swept across the night and shot at the still wizard. .

- "Three-ring spell: reverse arrows!"

Just as the five arrows approached the wizard, the small turtle shell and a rubber ball disappeared in the hands of the wizard who had finished singing the spell, and a nearly invisible protective barrier appeared around him again.

"Om!"

The five galloping arrows all hit the wizard's protective force field in no particular order.

Under the influence of magic, the arrow trembled slightly, then turned the arrow strangely, and shot back according to the original flight path.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

With the sound of sharp arrows piercing the flesh, the two stunned lizardmen longbowmen had no time to dodge and were directly shot by their own arrows, while the other three escaped with the help of cover.

- "One Level Spell: Arcane Missiles!"

Immediately afterwards, the calm wizard took out a spell scroll from his pocket, and three magic missiles made of magical energy shot out from his fingertips, pointing directly at the three 'brave' lizardmen who rushed up. .

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The power of the magic missile was like a bullet fired from a pistol. It mercilessly penetrated the **** scales of the lizardmen's necks, leaving a blood hole as thick as a thumb. They fell to the ground without even screaming.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

Seeing the wizard who completed the five kills in an instant, the lizardmen led by him neighed in horror, and stepped back a few steps as if their legs were uncontrollable.

The encirclement formed by the other lizardmen against the wizard also grew a bit larger as they went backwards.

"I don't even have a spell caster. It may be difficult to take down this wizard. If the opponent's spell scrolls are sufficient, they can even be cleaned up."

Seeing that the Lizardmen were brutally killed by the calm wizard, Thorne shook his head slightly, then put away the composite longbow and drew his long sword.

It's a fight without suspense.

The lizardmen, who have an advantage in numbers but have no spellcasters, just rely on the javelin and longbow in their hands, and have no way to take the wizard at all.

Therefore, Thorne believes that if the leader of this group of lizardmen had not been injured in the previous battle, he should have chosen to flee at this time.

as expected.

The lizardman leader who was struggling for a moment pointed at the motionless wizard and roared angrily a few times in the dragon language.

Why are his subordinates stunned, because the order given by the leader of the lizardmen is to rush up and kill the wizard together.

So more than a dozen stunned blue lizardmen really rushed towards the wizard, screaming and screaming.

The remaining lizardmen obviously turned their heads very fast. They noticed the moment when the leader was running ahead, and they also dispersed in a hurry, disappearing into the night.

Facing a dozen 'brave' lizardmen who swarmed up, the calm wizard took out a pinch of brimstone from his pocket.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

I saw him murmur an obscure incantation calmly while feeling the protective force field around him weakened by the lizardmen's beating and beating.

- "Three-Circle Spell: Flash Burst!"

As the last syllable of the mysterious incantation was uttered, a dazzling flash suddenly erupted within a radius of about 5 meters with the wizard at the center.

The dazzling white light flashed like lightning in the night, and the hunters and beasts lurking around waiting to taste the corpse were also frightened and turned their heads and disappeared into the deeper night.

"Hey! Hiss! Hiss!"

The lizardmen in the magic center were even more miserable. They screamed shrilly, threw away the weapons in their hands, covered their eyes and ran wild like headless flies.

Suddenly, more than a dozen lizardmen's blind banging and cursing sounded one after another around the wizard.

Looking at the lizardmen who were all blinded by spells, the wizard looked relieved.

I saw him nimbly dodging the scurrying lizardmen and came to the back of a ruined bunker, ready to take out a few spell scrolls and clean them up before they regained their sight.

However, when the wizard just came to the bunker, a figure shrouded in a black cloak appeared in his line of sight, as if blending with the night, and the wizard almost jumped up in fright.

"Who are you!" The wizard who tried his best to keep calm slowly stepped back and pulled away from him, holding a spell scroll tightly in his hand, while the other hand gently rubbed a ring on his finger, watching the black warily film.

He didn't dare to turn around and run away, and he didn't dare to take the initiative to attack.

Because the sharp sword in the hand of the black shadow that appeared has changed from fiery red to bright white in the dark, exuding a heart-pounding danger all the time.

He believed that as long as he made a slight move, this sharp long sword would definitely take his life in an instant.

"It turned out to be Pardo, it's been a long time." Just as the wizard was secretly worried about his situation, the shadow in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and lifted his hood, greeting him with a smile.