Arcane Journey

Chapter 349 Hard fight
Time is passing by little by little.

Brian and the female elf Elsaville are still trapped in the magic world of pure white space.

A cloud of mist not far from them turned to gold, and a warm gleam turned into fire.

Brian looked over involuntarily, and he saw the scene in front of him, as if a window had opened in the swirling fog.

For a moment, the mist that appeared in front of his eyes resembled snowflakes falling in midwinter.

Through that window he saw a brightly lit study.

Sitting in the room was an elf with a complexion like silver, wearing a strange upturned burqa, sitting on a soft chair suspended in the air, concentrating on studying a magic book covered in dragon skin.

The female elf Elsaville beside her was curious and leaned over, tilting her head to see what was written in the book.

The elf seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, so he raised his head and stared back. Brian was surprised to see that it was a pair of rose-red eyes, sharp and full of anger.

He waved his slender fingers and made a complex casting gesture, a spell that Brian had never seen before.

Even with his high-level spell recognition, he couldn't tell what kind of spell it was, and he couldn't even feel any fluctuations of magic power emanating from around the elf.

Seeing the magic that the elf was about to cast, out of instinctive habits, the two hurriedly dispersed, only to find that this unknown spell was shining with golden light... Then, like a discouraged ball, it turned into a fluctuating silver flame, and instantly Extinguished, just a palm away from the elf's spell-casting finger.

The elf's handsome face froze, and he jumped up from the soft chair he was sitting on like a spring. Seeing the spell he cast turned into this, his anger turned into panic, and angrily threw away the spell book in his hand.

And this magic book actually grew wings or spikes, which were as sharp as a sword blade, and then flew away 'angryly', drawing an arc like a swallow, from the edge of the window in the fog Disappeared.

The elven mage seized a powerful, crackling staff with sharp blades at both ends and gleaming moon runes.

He waved his staff and shouted silently at the magic tome he couldn't see.

Immediately afterwards, the floating window closed, and Brian looked suspiciously at the white mist that was about to dissipate.

"Hello!" Ilsevery whispered, "It's so strange, this... phantom may be trying to tell us something, or the place where we are is connected to many places, from time to time..."

She didn't know how to express it for a while, and blinked her playful eyes at Brian in confusion.

"The questions you can think of..." Brian also showed a puzzled look, "It's almost the same as me, but we don't know that elf mage, right?"

Ilsevery nodded slightly. At this time, the light behind her changed. Brian immediately turned to face the flashing light, and waved his hand to alert the elves beside her.

The billowing fog in the distance shone jewel-red, turning green a moment later.

At this moment, two silent figures in black robes, shoulders and backs hooked like street gangsters, strode out from the green gap with steps that no relatives would recognize.

Then, the fog turned white again, and the two uninvited guests floated up, like ghosts, and floated towards the two of Brian at an extremely fast speed.

"Damn it! It's a lich again." Irseveri said disgustedly.

The noseless faces of these two liches were half withered flesh and half yellowed bones, stretching out their long, dry arms towards her like zombies.

The female elf cursed secretly, slashed at one of the arms with the buzzing long sword in her hand, and drew out a sharp short sword to block the other withered hand that was shaped like a claw.

Another lich grabbed Brian's face, and Brian's elf moonblade flashed a cold light, like cutting tofu, easily chopped off the lich's finger, forcing it to stagger back.

"They have no intention of casting spells at all, that is to say, they have known for a long time that spells cannot be cast here." Ilsevery murmured. who launched the attack.

Two liches came at the elves again, they seemed mindless and reminded Brian of limping graveyard zombies.

He felt that the eyes on the palms of the two liches were staring at him fiercely, which made him feel an inexplicable palpitation.

Recalling the liches he met before, Brian vaguely realized that these two liches were probably Lalock's puppet liches. The purpose of appearing here was to monitor?Or are you testing them?
He doesn't know yet.

At the same time that Ilsevery's sword was entangled with the Lich's fingers, Brian took this opportunity to swing the Elf Moonblade, and precisely pierced one of the Lich's eyes.

The moment Brian stabbed the sharp sword in, the lich kept slamming his mouth and making funny clicking noises because of the pain deep in his soul.

The other eye suddenly shot something at Brian, but it turned into a fleeting silver flame.

Noticing this situation, Ilseveri secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It seems that not only my magic is malfunctioning, but so are they."

"That's right." Brian agreed, his sword flashed a sharp cold light, and a lich's head fell off and rolled into the rolling mist.

The headless undead creature bent down comically, pouted its shriveled buttocks, stretched out its hands and groped, looking for the lost head on the ground, Ilsaville took the opportunity to kick the Lich's ass, and kicked it directly to the other side. On a lich.

The two liches crashed into each other with a muffled sound.

The female elf immediately raised her sword and rushed over, slashing wildly.

Brian didn't move. He stood vigilantly between the storm and the thick silk that Simbu had turned into. He took a quick glance at the frenzied action of Ilseveri who had already cut the two poor liches to pieces, and then looked at Looking through the mist.

Almost at the same time, a bright red light shone from the mist behind Ilsevelli, and Brian quickly reminded the female elf who was venting her anger.

Hearing his warning, Ilsevili turned around, faced the lich who had just stepped out of the green gap, and stabbed with her sword without hesitation.

On the wrinkled dead skin of the lich's face, a panicked expression suddenly appeared, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it. There was still an eye open in the palm of the hand, and Ilsevery counterattacked and chopped off the hand.

Dry bits of flesh, dust, and fallen fingers bounced off the lich's silently snarling face.

After killing the three liches neatly, Ilsevery muttered, "Did you see that the lich didn't cast a spell, and didn't read a word at all! If Laroque really did it, it's too much work." Crude, downright stupid."

Brian nodded silently. He saw the violent female elf dismember the silent enemy, and curiously turned the body over with the tip of the sword to check the spoils, but of course found nothing.

"Lalock is not as stupid as you say." Brian looked away from the lich's dismembered limb.

"As for why you let them die under your sword? After all, without spells, we can easily kill them. Why attack us? If they were ordered by someone, then who gave such an irrational order!"

While speaking, another red flash appeared on the left side of Ilsevili, and another flash appeared on the right side, and two more liches strode out with strides that no one knew their relatives.

"Hmph!" the female elf snorted softly, and then muttered, "I didn't expect there to be so many, maybe he's just testing us."

"According to you, the price for Larlock to test the enemy is too high."

As Brian said, he rushed out from where he was standing, and slashed at a lich's arm with his sword.

He can see from the experience he has gained that most of these liches who have lost the ability to cast spells are around the third to fourth level.

He didn't believe that Lalock would send so many liches for no reason, and let him come to gain experience, obviously there were other purposes.

"Maybe that's true, I wonder how many liches he's going to have to send out, or maybe he just wants to disembowel us."

Ilsevery frowned, blocked a covetous lich with her sword, and kicked fiercely on its stomach. If it was still a stomach, the lich stumbled away with its teeth grinning.

"I think so." The female elf said after finishing off the lich who attacked her:
"For us, now is the time for cynicism and schadenfreude. Anyway, they are all going to be killed. You don't care what the other party thinks, just kill as many as you come, and you're done."

This is indeed in line with the style of the warlike elves of Evermeeting Island.

Just as Bryan was about to speak, more liches came out of the gaps in the fog around them, at least a dozen of them, and they gathered around a tall, thin and confused Benorch.

Benor Lich glared around angrily, and staggered towards the two of them, looking slow and reluctant.

When it walked over, it had a painful expression on its face, trembling all over, murmuring, obviously struggling.

"It's fighting." Sensing this situation, Ilsaville didn't act immediately, but leaned close to Brian and reminded him in a low voice.

"It can be seen that this Benor Lich should be fighting against the person who manipulates it, such as Lalock." Brian stood still and expressed his thoughts.

Immediately, Ilsevery raised the humming ancient elven sword and took a step to the side, so that she and Brian, who stayed in place, formed a left and right flanking posture to resist the enemy's attack.

The Benor Lich stopped, looking at them sadly, evidently aware of the danger it was facing.

Then, with a sigh, it reluctantly reached back and drew an extremely slender, soft and pliable black-edged sword from a strap that Brian could not see.

The sword didn't hum, but hissed, and it looked like the moonblade inherited from the elf family.

Benor Lich raised his sword to his shoulder, as if preparing for an attack. On the strange black sword, there were ancient elf runes constantly flashing.

The lich stepped forward, the blades twirling, while four liches, armed with swords, machetes and maces and flails, attacked from both sides.

Bryan raised his sword to block the black blade of the Benorch, and then dodged to avoid the sparks pouring down from the black moon blade.

Obviously, this is indeed a moon blade passed down from the elf family.

After confirming the true identity of the Benor Lich, Ilsevery didn't have so many scruples, and slaughtered the surrounding liches with full firepower, while Brian was responsible for holding the Benor Lich, and did not choose to kill him .

Ilsevery's vigorous figure rushed forward like a stabbing sword.

The liches were taken aback, like cutting wheat, and fell down with a muffled grunt, while the lich behind was dumbfounded. If it had enough flesh on its face, it must have made a confused expression.

After cutting down the lich blocking the way in front of him, the fierce Ilsevery jumped up, and with another lightning-like sword, he slashed the throat of the stunned lich fiercely, leaving its head on his shoulders. Sway up and down.

She said to the Lich in disgust: "How about dancing? You want to kill me, do you want to try again?"

"Hiss..."

The Lich stared at her, baring his teeth, revealing a mouthful of jagged black teeth. He raised his hands, fingers long like claws, permeated with cold negative energy, and was cut off by Irsevery's sharp sword. .

She solved it in the same way, and then like a meat grinder, she kept chopping at the shoulders, thighs and necks of the liches, completely ignoring the Benor Lich, until the last lich stood in place and disappeared. .

And the Benor Lich, who was dragged by Brian, saw that his helper was slaughtered, he jumped out of the battle range, took a deep look at Brian and Ilsevery, and took this opportunity to disappear into nothingness Among them, together with the black-edged sword that danced wildly in its hand.

Immediately afterwards, there was an earth-shattering sound in the white mist.

From a dark fissure, surrounded by red light and green light, it poured out like a glittering green waterfall.

A bright green vortex followed, from which emerged another pair of liches.

This pair of liches looked composed and calm, as stable as old dogs, not as obvious as the previous liches had the word 'arrogance' written on their faces.

The negative energy emanating from the opponent's body also made Brian feel that the Lich's strength had definitely reached the legendary level.

The will-o'-the-wisps in their eye sockets gleamed viciously, and they floated straight towards the two of them. After reaching a certain range, they suddenly raised their hands high, and the gleaming eyes on the palms, like sharp swords, stared fiercely ahead.

The moment Brian looked into one eye, he immediately felt a chill hit him, as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp sword.

Without the protection of psychic protection, he was instantly hit.

Although he was exempted from the instant death effect of the death gaze, the bone-piercing chill that emanated made his footsteps unsteady, and he couldn't help but feel trembling all over his body, making his movements slower and slower, his convulsions gradually increasing, and his limbs were unbearably heavy...

Seeing that he was under control, the dark and frightening lich sneered bluntly, and immediately attacked him.

Elseville on the other side was obviously also hit.

She desperately fought against the same chill, and couldn't help but let out an angry sound. With the white flame bursting out from the sharp sword in her hand, her body just froze for a moment, and then recovered immediately.

Seeing that one of the liches was about to rush to Brian's side, and she had no time to support her, she immediately threw the dagger in her hand calmly.

At the critical moment when the lich's sharp claws were about to touch Brian, a metallic light flashed in front of Brian's eyes, who hadn't recovered yet. The fierce eyes on the Lich's palm pierced.

The attack trajectory of this short sword is impossible to hit a flexible and moving target, but to prevent the lich from reaching out to Brian's sharp claws.

The most important thing is that after being dodged by the Lich, the dagger did not fall to the ground, but made a trembling buzzing sound in mid-air, then turned around suddenly and continued to attack the Lich.

Facing the galloping dagger, the Lich did not show any panic.

While calmly dodging the dagger thrown by Ilsevery, he stretched his arms and kept his eyes on Brian, so as to control his actions.

Seeing that her attack had achieved the expected effect, Ilseveri immediately raised her sharp sword and charged at the lich who was temporarily entangled by the dagger.

Facing the menacing female elf, the two liches glanced at each other, one of them took the initiative to meet him, while the other continued to kill Brian, who had not resumed his actions.

The white paw raised by the Lich was about to grab Brian's face when another object passed over Brian's shoulder. Although his body was restrained by the bone-chilling chill and he couldn't move, he Still keenly aware that these are two things, both sounding and shining, thin and silvery white.

These two beams of light pierced straight out, hitting Ilsevery's tumbling dagger, and guided by a mysterious force, they shot at the lich.

Caught off guard, the Lich was stabbed in the chest and eye sockets by the dagger and two beams of light. He grunted in pain, shook his body, quickly regained his balance, stretched out his chilly claws again, and continued to attack Brian The face was scratched.

Feeling the suffocating negative energy roaring towards him, Brian, who lost his movement, felt for the first time that death was so close to him.

When the sharp claws like afterimages were about to touch Brian's pale face, he suddenly felt caught by his own arm. He was shocked and lost his balance. While avoiding the fatal attack of the lich, he fell down again. fell to the ground.

At the same time, the chill that gripped him dissipated, and he was free to move again.

Then Brian saw the Benor Lich who had just fought with him, appearing from the fog. Obviously, it was this Benor Lich who saved him in a critical moment.

Brian gave him a grateful glance, but the latter returned a cold scarlet gaze, and then disappeared into the thick white mist.

Looking at the vanished Benor Lich, Brian immediately activated the curse fire, causing blue and white flames to spew out from the Elven Moonblade, and then he stabbed precisely and quickly at the moment when the Lich raised his palm and tried to control him again. Eyes on palms.

In an instant, the lich who was stabbed in the palm showed a painful expression, and was engulfed by the rising flames in an instant, turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing.

"Are you okay?" Ilseveri who came to support looked at Brian and asked.

"It's okay." Brian shook his head slightly as he walked from the brink of death, "It was the Benor Lich who saved me."

"Does this prove that the Supreme Guardians are likely to be secretly controlled by Lalock." Ilsevery said her guess, "We killed Lalock's Lich and let the Beno Lich recover. free."

"Maybe." Brian said thoughtfully, "but now is not the time to sit down and think about it."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen vortexes shining with red and green lights appeared in the thick fog behind the two of them.

At the same time, densely packed liches came out of the vortex, like a moving wall of undead creatures, pushing toward Brian and Ilseveriping.

"Merciful Mystera." Looking at the magnificent scene in front of her, the female elf turned pale with fright, she muttered to herself, "If we can use magic at this time..."

Bryan shook his head silently, looking at so many liches, he couldn't help but feel a trace of despair in his heart.

Just when the two were about to fight to the death, with the roaring sound, blue and white flames burst out of the white mist, as if a giant hand swept away the group of menacing liches.

Walking out from the very center of the blue and white flames are sixteen steel warriors.

They strode stiffly, jerky and violent, like speeding Transformers, while their fighting arms and spinning blades shone.

This group of constructed creatures has no face, but they seem to be able to see everything around them. They are different, some have huge axes at the top of their arms, and some have heads like huge pots, with spouts sticking out straight forward.

Under the Iron Warrior's shiny exterior, gears and spindles clattered with a thrilling stride.

Looking at the spectacular scene in front of them, Brian and Ilsaville couldn't believe their eyes.

"I'm so happy." Ilsaville whispered bitterly:

"Did you see, this time the two of us are probably going to die under the sharp blade instead of the icy lich's claws. This scene is really fresh and exciting. It opened my eyes, and then I will be killed!"

"Now is not the time to make a last statement." Brian said calmly beside her. "These steel warriors look like allies."

"I hope so." Ilsevelli raised the ancient elven sword and said with cold eyes, "Your expectations are too high, get ready to fight, our 'allies' have rushed towards us mercilessly .”

Just as the female elf said, this group of steel warriors driven by clockwork rattled towards the two of them, but...then they turned around suddenly and rushed into the group of liches without warning. inside.

The bewildered liches retracted their arms in panic, their black robes and cloaks fluttered uncomfortably, their long fingers turned into claws, and then...

The eight iron warriors with pot-shaped heads spewed out balls of fire, burning a dozen liches who were caught off guard into raging torches.

Seeing this, Brian heaved a sigh of relief secretly. Before he had time to show a relieved smile, the other eight steel warriors each brandished twelve mechanical blades and swept towards the densely packed liches like a gust of wind. The undead creatures were like weeds cut by a scythe, falling down in groups.

The female elf Ilsevery was stunned, while Brian found that the blue and white flame had been extinguished, and a black figure was revealed.

It was the beautiful elf they had seen before, and she was standing there smiling at them.

Her sapphire-colored hair danced in the air, as if alive, filled with a tireless curiosity about the world.

"Nice to meet again. You fought bravely. If there is justice in the world, bravery never fails. Keep fighting!"

She held out a small white hand, waved at them, and disappeared again, the last blue-white flame extinguished with her.

"It looks like it's going to be a long battle."

Ilseveri looked at the battle that had ended and the dozen or so steel warriors standing silently in place. She sighed, "It's very likely that we won't even see the winter in the valley."

Brian nodded slightly, and couldn't help worrying about the situation in the material world.

After all, the ghost princes are doing their best to repair the floating city, and he has a vague feeling that he may miss the battle where the territory is overthrown by the floating city.

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(End of this chapter)