"【Closing Cloud Technique】(Eight Rings)!"

Evraska's elf elder, Master Gryrion, waved the wooden elf staff in the sky, looking coldly at the hero Gali on the ground and the Prince of the Ghost City who was wrapped in layers of shadow rays.

After casting the spell, he ignored the dark guard who was kneeling on the ground and groaning in pain, but stared at the prince of the ghost city without any fear.

"You shouldn't be here." Gryrion said coldly.

"This is the territory of Nesser, and you shouldn't have appeared, the Elf Mage."

Prince Ramolek of the ghost city sneered.

"Sir, save me..." The hero Gali fell on the sand, and the ashes of high temperature fell on him. The solid armor on his body looked like a cage. Gali felt that the high temperature was scorching his flesh and blood, and strange wailing sounds were heard from the organs, just like slices of meat stir-frying.

If a player is here, he can find that Gary's health is consumed again and again by the [Cream Cloud Technique], and he is almost at the bottom.

It’s not that Gali didn’t want to escape, but that his vision was full of white mist of spells, and the spell range of [Cream Cloud Technique] was still spreading continuously, and the screams of the devout believers of the Night Lady had already been heard not far away.

"Enough!"

Ramolek is also a believer of Ms. Ye, so of course he doesn't want to see an important church leader die here. Moreover, this leader helped him do a lot of things. For the sake of reason, Ramolek would not stand by.

The Prince of the Ghost City sniffed, and a virtual image covered with dark grids appeared behind him. This is the shadow magic network dominated by Ms. Ye!

The ghosts, especially the twelve ghost princes, and the highest prince who are above the top, can only choose to believe in Sha'er, the lady of Dark Night, which is the foundation of their immortality.

The Shadow Magic Network is the source of powerful power for these ghost casters, shadow mentors, and this group of powerful souls!

Ramolek casually drew the mysterious energy of a certain magic position on the grid of the Shadow Magic Net, and then threw it out with a blink of an eye. Not far away, the group of Sha'er's devout believers were surrounded by spell aura and appeared in a mound about a hundred meters away in a flash.

Then, the prince of the ghost city grabbed an arm of the dark guard Gali, took a firm and calm pace, and stepped out in two or three steps, leaving a series of shadow footprints in the void space.

Swish.

The ghost prince, who was carrying the hero, did not use any teleportation spells on himself, but he also appeared outside the affected area of ​​[Cream Cloud Technique] instantly.

Master Gryrion, who was following Ramoleck, shrank his pupils: "Shadow Step?"

This is a professional who has a "Ghost Template" who can use racial skills, but must be successfully activated in a shimmer or dark environment.

Ordinary shadow professions may only move about ten meters in an instant, and the "Shadow Step" is similar to teleportation in the hands of Ramolek, the prince of the ghost city. In other words, as long as this underground ruin is not as large as the land in the main material world, and is completely covered by darkness, he can go wherever he wants, and he does not need teleportation spells at all.

This is already invincible.

But Gryrion did not mean to give in at all. He was the commander of the guardians of the tomb of Evraska and one of the elders of the Evraska Mountain Council. He had a famous temper and even refused to give in to the great elder Hill.

"I'll say it again, leave here, ghost!" Gryran stood the wooden staff on his chest. The staff was entangled with a verdant spell aura, and the violent arcane magic energy spread out.

This is different from the power of Shadow Magic Network.

The Elf Mage is drawing spells recorded on the Mistera Magic Net!

"Boom"

Moreover, the great elf wizard was already silently chanting the spell. As he chanted, the desolate and desolate underground world was gradually filled with a wave of restless magic energy.

"You're crazy, elves!"

The ghost prince threw Gali on the sand casually, then walked out of the shadow, his face and eyes showing a look of shock and anger.

The ghost prince was very young and retained his past appearance, but he looked very haggard, with pale face and dull skin, his hair turned dry gray and white, which also turned into black eyes, emitting a faint light in the dark environment.

He yelled, trying to stop the fury elf wizard, shouting: "Stop! I'm not here to destroy the 'Saron Wall'! You have to calm down!"

"Leave here...or die!" The elf master Fagler continued to sing, but he used his huge and substantial mental power to emit dull mental fluctuations. Gali and other Sha'er's devotees covered their ears and were stimulated by this mental power, with a painful expression. Professionals below the model even wailed and rolled on the sand.

When Ramolek heard this, he was immediately angry, his eyes occupied by anger.

He could not have imagined that this Evraska elf had such a bad temper and was so hot, and he didn't give him any affection. After all, he was Ramolek, who is also one of the famous Twelve Princes of the Ghost City!

Moreover, in terms of strength level, Ramolek's total casting level lv52 is twelve levels higher than Gryrion, who is half-legend lv40!

"Elf, no one can speak to the noble ghost prince like this. You angered me!" Ramolek's already gloomy and strange face looked even more ferocious at this moment.

A strong fog appeared under the feet of the ghost prince.

The ghost prince actually floated slowly. He didn't have any spell casting tools in his hands, but his hands were emitting shadow rays. The virtual image of the Shadow Magic Net gradually appeared behind him again.

Unlike Gryrion who casts spells silently, Ramoleck held a sneer on the corner of his mouth and chanted a spell openly.

As a legendary spellcaster, Ramolek seemed calm when casting the Nine-ring legendary spell.

Boom.

Another shadow energy that is different from the magic net gathers around the ghost prince, forming a confrontation with Gryrion's violent magic energy.

"OMG……"

The ground, whether it is the dark guard Gali, the model priest Jima of Shaer, and a group of devotees, are now in fear and chaos.

A model Shaer's shadow mage felt the vastness and terror of the two collides of magical energy. His legs were weak and he knelt on the ground in fear, and he forgot to escape. He kept muttering: "It's over, it's over, two legendary magic spells of the Nine Rings, this ruin will be destroyed, and we will all be buried underground..."

"Nine Ring Spell?"

Hearing the chant of Shadow Master, Gali and Jima's faces were extremely difficult to see. The dark guard didn't want to die here, but he looked up at the gloomy and weird Ramoleza, knowing that he could not persuade the ghost prince.

"Run--" Gali picked up his black two-handed sword, turned his head and roared at the devout believers behind him, "Run! This is the center of the Nine-ring spell collision. If you don't run, you will definitely die, and there will be no corpse!"

"Run to the edge of the spell, we may still have the possibility of surviving!"

"You can't just die here!"
Chapter completed!