Kordak and Regnar faced off against Balor, while Annelotte looked coldly at Fars not far away. Near these people, Deville looked at the scene in front of him with some confusion.
"Hey, are you unaware of what happened this time?" Regnar suddenly looked at Deville and asked.
Deville shook his head: "No, I didn't know that this would happen today."
"So what's your position?" Kordak asked. Balor and Fars alone were enough for the three of them to drink a pot, not to mention that there were many eye-catching archers standing around the mine? If Deville adds fuel to the fire and joins in, it will be really difficult for them to survive this time.
Deville hesitated for a moment. From the guild's perspective, he should not hesitate to help Fars. However, due to his previous experiences, he was already somewhat afraid of Annelotte and Regnar.
Although it seems that Fars and the others have the absolute advantage now, intuition tells Deville that it is best not to offend Regnar and the others easily.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said: "Neutral, I personally choose neutrality. I have met you all, so I don't want to hurt you, but I am also a person with the eyes of the secret law, and I can't stand on your side. So, I I can only be neutral. I hope you can understand."
"Of course, we completely understand." Kordak breathed a sigh of relief. Although Deville is not strong, it is only compared to Balor and Fals. Even compared with himself, Kordak felt that He is no match for him.
Fars glanced at Deville lightly: "Then I think it is necessary for me to report your behavior to the guild. What do you think? Deville?"
"Then wait until you are destined to report!" Annelotte said coldly.
The girl's long icy blue hair was flying. She chanted a spell quickly and blessed herself with a flame protective barrier. Since the opponent is a flamethrower, it is undoubtedly necessary to pay attention to the protection of fire spells.
Next, she kept talking and directly performed an ice pick technique.
The tiny ice pick flew towards Fars with a bone-chilling chill, but Fars, who was also a magician, was naturally not to be outdone.
He blessed himself with a frost protection barrier and stone skin. The blowing of the ice pick on his fat body had no effect at all. The low temperature was isolated by the frost protective barrier, and those ice picks did not even scratch Fars' skin under the defense of stone skin.
After taking down Annelotte's first spell attack, Fals also started his own attack. But instead of casting a spell, he took out an oil can from the dimension pocket.
This is filled with fuel specially prepared by the Mystic Eye. Not only does it burn at an extremely high temperature, but it also lasts for an incredibly long time.
Fals threw the oil can into the air, and then created a flame to ignite the oil can.
The fuel in the kettle began to burn violently, and the small space of the oil kettle could not carry such a huge amount of energy.
Originally, the explosion was inevitable, but the fiercely burning flames seemed to have spirituality. They spread obediently and slowly, forming a huge fireball with a diameter of more than two meters.
Annelotte narrowed her beautiful big eyes, and she began to try hard to recall the information about Fars that she had seen in the guild before.
The hand of fire control, this is the attribute ability of Fars. Fars can control the shape of the flames at will, making them change into the shapes imagined in his mind.
If we use an analogy, something like fire that ordinary people cannot control is like plasticine in Fars' eyes. Fars can make it round and square, and he can knead it at will by his own will.
Annelotte's face became serious. In the battle with the orcs just now, she had already consumed nearly half of her magic power. Now fighting with Fars, her magic power would undoubtedly be a little tight.
But his opponent directly used fuel to create a large amount of flames, and then used his own mental power to control and attack. The magic power consumption of this method was extremely slow. It can be seen that Annelotte will definitely lose if she fights for consumption.
"Annie!" Regnar also saw that Fars was not easy to deal with, and he was a little worried about Annelotte's safety.
"Don't worry about me." Annelotte said calmly. She first took out a bottle of magic potion given to her by Deville and drank it. Then the girl also used her own low-temperature domain to reduce the lethality of Fars' flame.
"Oh, my junior brother, didn't the teacher teach you not to be distracted when fighting?" Balor's voice sounded behind Regnar.
Regnar stabbed him back without thinking. But Balor obviously anticipated Regnar's move, and his left sword blocked Regnar's flaming blade.
Kordak made a move when Balor was close to Regnar. At this time, he swung his sword with both hands and slashed down, but Balor blocked Kordak's hands with only the long sword in his right hand. Swing.
Balor's face turned slightly pale, although the difference in fighting spirit levels brought about a considerable power gap. But as an assassin who focuses on speed, it is still a bit difficult to compete with a tough warrior like Kordak for strength.
Kordak was staggered by Balor's powerful block. Just when he was able to regain his balance, Balor's vindictive knee hit him in the abdomen. The strong man immediately flew out. , fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood-laced lunch.
Regnar, on the other hand, was much more agile. He immediately jumped forward and escaped from Balor as soon as he missed the attack, throwing smoke bombs while rolling on the ground.
When the smoke dissipated, Regnar's figure had disappeared and he entered the stealth state again.
Kordak also stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, as if the attack just now was like scratching an itch.
"That's what makes it interesting." Balor said with a smile while holding a few sword flowers.
Annelotte moved quickly, and every place she landed would be bombarded by small fireballs in half a second.
The huge fireball above Fals' head no longer existed, and those flames had now turned into hundreds or thousands of small fireballs only the size of a fist under his control. They floated gently in the air, exuding astonishing temperatures, and several small fireballs flew towards Annelotte every second.
Fals was a little surprised by the girl's physical ability. He didn't expect that this delicate and beautiful girl had athletic abilities that were not belonging to low-level warriors.
If they were ordinary low-level warriors, they would have turned into scum long ago under his indiscriminate bombardment. But Annelotte is an intermediate mage. Although she will be attacked by fireballs due to her inability to dodge, with the help of the flame protection barrier, the girl is still uninjured.
Annelotte was running while mumbling words. Although running and panting slowed down her casting speed, two seconds later, a bolt of lightning flashed from her hand and flew towards Fals.
Lightning with violent electric current was about to hit Fars, but a magic light curtain enveloped Fars. The electric light hit the magic light curtain, causing waves of fluctuations in the light curtain, and actually passed through the light curtain. When the lightning struck Fals, it only made him scream, and it didn't seem to cause much damage.
A fourth-level spell, a secondary spell invalidation barrier. This spell can form a ball of light, suppressing the power of magic at level three and below. The third-level spell Lightning Beam has little effect because of its existence.
The pain caused by the weak electric current made Fars's face distorted. As a pampered genius mage, injury and pain were very unfamiliar things to him. And today, he, the proud man of heaven, was injured by the girl in front of him? Unforgivable! Intolerable!
"Go to hell!" Fals shouted hysterically, his mental power surged wildly, urging all the fireballs to blast towards Annelotte.
Facing the coming more than a hundred small fireballs, there was no trace of panic in Annelotte's eyes.
"Secondary spell invalidation enchantment, stone skin... counting the time, he can also cast an elemental protection enchantment on himself." Annelotte first silently calculated the magic effects on Fars, and then began to try to deal with it. Fals' next wave of magic bombing. She calmly continued to cast the spell, first replenishing herself with another raging flame
Protective barrier, and then added a flash spell to himself.
Blink, this spell allows the mage to continuously shuttle between normal space and etheric space. Annelotte relied on this spell to avoid most of the fireball bombardments. The remaining few fireballs were also resisted by the flame protective barrier.
The bombardment of the fireball brought up huge smoke and dust, and no one could clearly see Annelotte's condition in the smoke screen.
Fals looked at the smoke screen with hatred. Under such indiscriminate bombardment, that woman should have turned into a mutilated corpse, right? What a pity! Such a perfect face and such a sexy body were ruined by me before I could even have fun with them.
Just when Fals was about to watch Balor's battle, Annelotte's voice chanting a spell sounded again from the smoke.
Fars's heart was beating wildly. He didn't expect that Annelotte was not dead even under such an attack, and even had the strength to fight back!
Fals cast a spell quickly when he heard Annelotte's spell. He heard from the spell that Annelotte was just casting an ordinary fireball spell. Although the secondary spell invalidation barrier is still there, for insurance purposes, Fars still feels that it is safer to add a flame protection barrier to himself.
A huge fireball flew out of the smoke screen. Fals couldn't help but feel scared when he saw the fireball.
This fireball was upgraded with a super-magic skill spell, turning the original third-level fireball spell into a fourth-level spell. In this way, the secondary spell invalidation barrier will have no effect. But the fireball spell is destined to be unable to harm him, because he also has a flame protection barrier on his body!
The flow of time seemed to slow down, and Fars felt that he could clearly observe the arc drawn in the air when the fireball flew in, and he could even see the beating of the flames on the fireball.
The fireball was getting closer and closer to him, and a strange feeling hit his face. Falsun's expression suddenly changed wildly because of this. Because, this fireball does not have any high temperature at all, but is absolutely cold, like a piece of thousand-year-old ice!