Arcane Journey

The female drow that appeared before Brian was a mage.

He could feel the strong magical power emanating from the other person.

Logically speaking, in any city ruled by the drow, most women are priests, while men are warriors and mages.

But the group of female drow that appeared before them clearly overturned the world's perception of the drow elves.

This group of female drow are mostly warriors, and a few are spellcasters whom they despise.

This is a bit intriguing.

However, for Brian, he only needed to think about it for a moment to roughly understand the reason.

After all, there are always a group of heretics everywhere.

It is the emergence of such a group of heretics that prevents an ethnic group from being blindly conservative, and will always undergo subversive changes due to several violent upheavals.

Of course, this change may be progress or regression.

With the appearance of this female drow mage, the scene became so quiet that it seemed as if the air was frozen.

Only the naked female drow warrior was hurriedly borrowing a piece of clothing and a cloak from her companions to cover her delicate body, which was as smooth and slippery as black jade.

Brian said nothing about this situation. He just stood there quietly, looking at the female mage with interest.

Finally, the female drow mage broke the silence first, and said in a cold voice, "Your Excellency is really good at tricks. With the help of the Imprisoned World and Disintegration spells, you can easily imitate the illusion of my superb swordsmanship. I have to say that this mage is very strong, but also very ignorant."

She walked forward, crossed her arms, narrowed her red eyes, stared at Brian meaningfully, and said with a smile: "Human Mage, I am curious, does your courage come from ignorance or arrogance?"

"Beautiful drow lady, what do you think?" Brian met the female mage's gaze without showing any weakness, looked at her unscrupulously, and said with a smile, "Do you think I look ignorant?"

"Not bad, not bad." Facing Brian's rude attitude, the drow mage was not angry at all. Instead, a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. "You are very arrogant and very interesting. I just don't know if your arrogance can match your own strength."

The female drow mage looked eager to try.

She raised her hand, and the cloak she was wearing fell off, revealing a luxurious purple robe that highlighted the elf's delicate figure. The patterns on the collar and cuffs were embellished with the emblem of the drow family, and in her hand she held a short staff inlaid with rubies. Her eyes were full of provocation, as if she was about to teach Brian a lesson.

"So, you want to try it?" Brian had seen all kinds of scenes, and he subconsciously glanced at the drow warrior wrapped in a cloak.

The latter was frightened like a frightened deer, but after he came to his senses, he bared his teeth at him like a wild cat with its fur standing on end.

Brian smiled and said to the female mage who was waiting in a state of alert, "I can assume that you, the beautiful drow mage, admire my superb swordsmanship and want me to give you a new hairstyle, is that right?"

"Ignorant human, still so stubborn." The drow female mage sneered, and the subordinates beside her seemed to know their boss's character very well, and tactfully retreated a long distance.

Then, accompanied by a high-pitched chant, the drow female mage took a half step forward and raised the staff in her hand.

A bright red, hot flame spurted out from it and flew straight towards Brian.

Suddenly the air around began to heat up.

The originally cold stones in the cave began to turn slightly red in the face of this heat, as if awakened by the flames. The moss that was flickering with light was instantly burned up when touched by the flames, and it was so fast that it seemed to disappear into thin air.

The blazing flames formed a wall of fire that instantly engulfed Brian's figure, like a burning painting. The drow elves, who had become spectators, watched this scene with smug looks on their faces, as if they had foreseen the coming of victory.

However, amid the noise of the crowd, the drow female mage's heart sank quietly.

The flames made of magic were not mindless attacks. She could clearly feel that the flames did not actually hit the target.

She missed.

Her intuition from countless magical training told her that she had to react immediately.

The female mage decisively gripped her staff again, the tip of the staff trembling slightly.

She instantly noticed the flow of air and the changes in energy around her.

As she slammed her staff hard, a violent whirlwind suddenly erupted from under her feet and spread rapidly.

The whirlwind was sharp and violent, driving the air to rotate and condensing into countless sharp whirlwind blades, making a sharp sound.

In this violent whirlwind, there is a cold breath.

Motes of icy dust condensed and emerged from the whirlwind, like snow in winter.

This scene of ice and fire formed an amazing picture inside the cave.

Faced with this situation, Brian's mind moved, and he casually summoned a magic shield made up of arcane fire and cursed fire, which easily swallowed all the attacks of the drow mage.

The scorching elemental energy surrounded him, violent and unbridled, like a wild horse ready to break free at any moment.

The onlookers and drow mages who saw this scene all showed expressions of disbelief.

Especially the drow mage. As a spellcaster who has just stepped into the legendary realm, no one knows better than her how terrifying her own spells, which are a combination of three elements, are when they are intertwined and hit the enemy.

Even a spellcaster with mid-level legendary strength would not dare to take on his spell. The best he could do was to use spell counters and magic barriers to gradually dissolve this violent energy.

But this strange and mysterious human wizard in front of him did it.

Not only did he do it, but his expression, reflected in the firelight, showed him as one of ease and comfort.

Then, the drow mage saw that Brian's eyes narrowed slightly, and as he pointed his finger at him, the violent magical energy surrounding him suddenly rushed towards him like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

When the drow mage saw this situation, it was as if a thousand wild horses were galloping through his heart.

This person not only easily resolved his attack, but also retaliated and bounced his attack back.

The drow mage did not dare to be careless. He quickly held up his shield and concentrated his mind to resist the violent attack.

The moment this violent energy hit the drow mage's thick shield.

A deafening explosion suddenly sounded, the scorching flames intertwined with the bone-chilling frost and cold wind, mercilessly engulfing the drow mage. (End of this chapter)