Mystic Wizard in Azeroth

"Your swordsmanship is really good." Scarville looked at the elf mage who was standing next to him holding a staff and panting slightly.

"Facing the magic tentacles of the hellhound, my spell attack may not be effective." Aristophanes looked at Satyr who was also staring at them, and replied cautiously, "Otherwise, I wouldn't use this half-baked Ranger swordsmanship to face these demons."

The human mage nodded, and a huge, spinning frozen orb appeared in front of the two of them, and flew towards the eredar mage.

Satyr had to stop his summoning chant, then held Ulthalesh with both hands, and dodged the cold orb with a flash.

"You have offended me!" roared the angry Satyr, and then two huge magic circles appeared on the ground, and imps poured out of the circles, Aristophanes felt a smell of sulfur flooding rubbed his nasal cavity, and the air in the underground hall instantly became hot.

"I feel like I'm being used~"

"Hmm~ What benefits can I get?"

"Ahh~hahahaha~"

Along with the noisy and ear-piercing sound, the red, black, and green energy arrows released by the little ghosts reached the ears of the two of them.

Satyr didn't stop casting spells either, and a cloud of chaotic fel energy flew from her hand to humans and elves.

The two mages confronted each other. Scarville held Etiesh tightly with both hands, thrust it into the ground forcefully, summoned a huge light purple arcane energy body, controlled it to block in front of the two, and then activated it again. Aristophanes waved the Okurta in his hand, and a sphere with a purple star ring around it appeared on the path that the Flame Arrow and Chaos Arrow must pass, and the black sphere also The swirling purple lines seem to vaguely lead to another space.

"[Black hole - black hole event horizon]!"

Scarville saw that the flaming arrows released by the imp and the chaotic arrows released by Satyr changed their flight directions one after another, and were sucked into the energy black hole released by Aristophanes.

The little ghost and Satyr released three rounds of spells. All the flame arrows and chaotic arrows were absorbed by the energy black hole controlled by Aristophanes, and the little ghosts were also released by the arcane energy body summoned by Scarville. They fell down and disappeared in the hall one after another, shouting before leaving:

"Hey~ bye~thank you~"

"You know~ how happy we were together~ this is really a special memory~ but I should go meet other warlocks now~"

"Don't look for me~ I'll look for you~"

"It's really a group of chaotic creatures." Aristophanes said.

"No, back then Dalaran was not uncommonly messed up by this kind of brat." Scarville said, and then turned his head and said loudly to Satyr, "Wizard Eredar, if you have any tricks, use them quickly Come on, or I'm afraid I won't have a chance!"

"Heh, human beings, and elves, do you think this is all that I and Ulthales can do?" Satyr calmed down when he saw that the little ghosts were all wiped out, "Next, I will let you see Ursalesh." Let all the power of Les!"

Before the words were finished, the green fire on Usales rose suddenly, extending along Satel's arm to his body, the green evil fire was burning, and Satel's body became bigger and bigger, and behind him appeared a Projection of the Dreadlord.

"Enjoy the glory that Ulthales has brought to you!" Satyr jumped down, brandishing his sickle and rushing towards the two of them.

Scarville and Aristophanes immediately dispersed, and at the same time the Arcane Missile rushed towards Satyr.

The eredar mage didn't dodge or evade, and went straight to the human mage. In her opinion, Scarville was a much more threatening threat than Aristophanes.

Skavel held the staff in his hand to resist Ursalus who was slashing left and right, and then Aristophanes took the opportunity to condense two lightning balls and hit Satyr on the back. She screamed and twisted her belt The horned head stared at the elf with green eyes, and pointed at him with his left hand: "Fel energy withers!"

A green magic circle appeared on her finger, and Aristophanes' hairs stood on end. Without thinking about it, he immediately interrupted the arcane ball that was about to be released, and a flash left the place, at this time a green laser pierced through Where he stood just now.

Seeing the hole in the wall still flowing with green evil energy, Aristophanes looked serious, and turned his head to continue casting spells, preparing to attack Satyr again.

At this time, Skavel saw the opportunity to break free from the oppression of Ursales, and came to Aristophanes in a flash, clutching his forehead: "Be careful of her sickle, there was a voice in my ear just now."

"I know," Aristophanes nodded, "Next you assist me in attacking."

Without waiting for Scarville's answer, he held the staff tightly in his right hand, and then transformed into the blue-purple form of the Archon, flashing to Satyr's side, and the secret energy quickly rushed to his hand and smashed at Satyr.

The eredar mage lifted Ulthalesh, blocking the attack.

Aristophanes continued to flash, and came to the back of Sartre, another energy attack, and then before Sartre turned to react, another flash came to Satell's side.

For a moment, Mage Eredar was caught off guard by this attack. She waved Ultharus and tried to drive Aristophanes away, but instead of driving away the elf mage, the powerful scythe exposed herself to even bigger flaws. , not only was Aristophanes took the opportunity to attack, but even Scarville also seized the opportunity. Three huge ice cones hit Satyr, making her back again and again. .

With the cooperation of Aristophanes and Scarville, Satyr's attack became more and more chaotic and disorderly, and there were also large and small wounds flowing with green evil energy on her body, and at the same time, the green light on her body was also burned out. The body shape returned to its original size.

But she didn't care, instead she held the huge scythe with both hands, summoned a green shield, and then a magic circle the same size as the scythe appeared in front of her: "Evil energy withers!"

A torrent of green fel energy that was similar to just now but much larger spurted out, heading straight for Aristophanes who just flashed beside Scarville at this time.

The elf was not afraid at all, he stretched his hands forward, and a magic circle similar to his height appeared in front of him, and then the torrent of blue-purple mystic energy directly collided with the beam of evil energy light, and the two immediately stalemate.

"Scavel, quick!" Aristophanes shouted suddenly.

Without Aristophanes reminding, the experienced human mage also summoned a huge water element, various spells such as Frostbolt and Frost Ball to bombard Satyr with spells, but she blocked by the fel shield.

Feeling the rapidly decreasing secret energy in his body, Aristophanes gritted his teeth and increased the output power again. The blue beam of light gradually overwhelmed the green energy flow, and Satyr showed a flustered look on his face. She was about to grit her teeth Continue to output, as if he heard something, the panic on his face turned into panic.

"Don't, Usales, don't!" Accompanied by her shout, the green beam of light disappeared completely, and the shield on her body also flashed twice before disappearing into the air.

Aristophanes didn't care about this, the energy shock he released hit Satyr directly, and amidst her horrified screams, the sickle flew high and spun into the ground.

"Huh!" Aristophanes saw that the eredar's red body was submerged by the torrent of arcane energy, and could no longer maintain the form of an archon, and landed from the sky.

"Scavelle, is she dead?" the elf asked, panting.

Scarville nodded and then shook his head: "The eredar's body was destroyed, but you see, her soul is still there."

Aristophanes heard the words and saw the tattered corpse, on which was floating a milky white eredal spirit, looking at the two mockingly.

"Demons are creatures that are difficult to completely destroy. After their body dies, their souls will return to the Twisting Nether, waiting for the next rebirth." Scarville said in a serious tone, "But for the soul of this Eredar , I think we have a new way of doing it."

"You mean the scythe?"

"Yes," Scarville first confined the surrounding space to prevent Satyr's soul from escaping, and then walked towards Ulthalus who was inserted into the ground.

But in the eyes of Aristophanes, Scarville walked more and more slowly, and an unbearable expression appeared on his face. When he walked about five steps, he covered his ears, turned his head and retreated to Aristophanes.

"No, this scythe affects me too much." Scarville said to the elf, his face dripping with sweat, "the closer you get to it, the stronger the demon's whisper."

At this time, the soul of the floating Satyr spoke: "Stupid human beings, do you think you two can use this cursed scythe? Ulthares will be more than happy to devour your souls!"

Aristophanes ignored her, but said to Scarville, "Then let me try?"

"Be careful," Scarville said, looking at the weak Aristophanes. "If it doesn't work, let this demon go, and then I will set up an enchantment to seal this place."

The elf nodded, he cast a spell to release Occlumency for himself, and then walked towards Ulthalus, who had returned to his original form.

Under Scarville's nervous gaze, Aristophanes walked faster and faster, and then he stood by the scythe and observed it carefully, and found that Ursales was no longer the exaggerated shape just now, and was now ordinary. Strangely, the middle of the hilt is divided into two halves by a purple protrusion, and the upper and lower parts are wrapped in red cloth. The serrated blade made of magic steel is flowing with white soul smoke.

Aristophanes reached out and held the scythe, until a voice came into his mind: "Oh, let me see what the mage who can resist my whispers is thinking..."

Before he finished speaking, Aristophanes performed an enhanced version of Occlumency Technique again, blocking Ursales from peeping into his brain.

"Are you all right, Aristophanes?" Seeing the elf reaching out to hold the scythe, Scarville asked Atiesh tightly.

Aristophanes shook his head. He walked up to Satyr's soul with a scythe as tall as his body, and slashed at her with Ulthalus, ignoring the horrified shouts of the eredar.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, the floating milky white soul was cut in half and sucked into the scythe.