Wizard of All Souls

The dwarf prince Tiger led the Seventh Legion towards the Misty Forest.

With the cover of the previous six legions, the Cairo Empire focused most of its energy on the sixth legion led by the dwarf king, so the enemies Prince Tiger and his party encountered were not many nor strong.

They didn't rush to run with all their strength regardless of physical exertion, because it was easy for the empire to find something strange.

After defeating the imperial army once again, breaking through a blockade of the empire, and taking a step closer to the foggy forest.

Prince Tiger rushed to the forefront. Although it looked like there were only mountains and hills in front of him, he knew that there was a foggy forest less than 20 kilometers away from them.

As long as they enter the misty forest, they will be saved.

And now it seems that everything is going well.

Is that all right?

It was obviously about to be saved, but it couldn't feel happy in its heart.

If it could, how much it wanted to replace its father and hold back the imperial army instead of other legions. Even if it died because of it, it didn't want to live on.

Is being alive the real strength?

His father's words still echoed in its ears, becoming the driving force behind its survival.

It's only now that I know that living is such a pain.

If I could, I'd rather fight to the death with the Cairo Empire!

Prince Tiger had already burst into tears.

No matter what it thinks in its heart, it has no other choice.

In the face of the life and death of the ethnic group, how small a person's wish is.

It would rather die in battle than live, but don't the soldiers who were chosen to sacrifice don't want to live anymore? Are they all willing to fight to the death?

It is certain that most of the dwarves in the other six legions actually want to enter the misty forest and want to survive.

But in order to keep the dwarves' fire alive, even though they were afraid in their hearts, even though they knew they would die, they still went to it without hesitation.

When Prince Tiger led the rest of the tribe to flee towards the misty forest with grief, an unexpected figure stopped in front of him.

It was a beautiful figure like a dream, even if the aesthetics of different races were different, it was still so beautiful that the dwarves lost their minds.

The frosty silver hair flutters in the wind, the snowy skin glows under the moonlight, the light blue eyes are as deep as the blue sea, and the tall and uneven figure all embody the temptation of women. There was a whistling sound in the wind.

Accompanied by it is the huge Via that makes all the dwarves seem to be immersed in the water.

Almost instantly, all the running dwarves of the Seventh Legion stopped.

Prisia! Prince Tiger gritted his teeth, his mood fell to the bottom.

Pricia Way Campel, a first-class wizard, the controller of the Holy Court, also known as the Holy Lord.

Since Pricia appeared in front of them, that is to say?

Do you think we have taken action against you rashly? We have considered all your possible actions, including of course the United Fog Forest.

Priscia's sweet voice like a yellow warbler rang in the ears of all the dwarves, but in their hearts it was like a magic voice from the abyss, as if dragging all the dwarves into the abyss.

How, how come!

Prince Tiger couldn't help but screamed.

They thought they were a way to survive from death, the only way to survive by sacrificing six-sevenths of their clansmen, and it was as early as the empire expected?

What about a first-level wizard? Fuck her!

That's right, I'm afraid of what she will do!

She is just a first-level wizard who has not been promoted for many years. Most of them have just entered the realm of atomization. She has no witchcraft and has countless talents that have not been solidified. We have the power to fight!

The solidarity of the dwarves beside him made Tiger's already desperate heart slightly ignite a glimmer of hope.

It itself has the strength comparable to a legendary apprentice, and the Seventh Legion also has three magic holy armors. It is still possible to fight a new atomized wizard like Pricia head-on.

With them holding Prizia back, the other dwarves took the opportunity to enter the foggy forest...

It's useless, just give up. An old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Looking at another person emerging from the opposite side, the glimmer of hope that was finally ignited in the hearts of the dwarves was also extinguished.

Soren Albert!

Sauron, as a veteran atomization peak powerhouse, is far stronger than Pricia.

If it was the Sixth Legion, there was still a possibility of dragging two atomized wizards and letting others escape, but the Seventh Legion led by Tiger was absolutely impossible!

Staring at Sauron's familiar face, Prince Taige trembled all over.

Back then, when it was still young, every time Sauron went to Mount Bad, it would pester Sauron for gifts. Sauron was like a teacher, a father and a friend to it.

Sauron's position in its heart is only second to that of its father.

But Sauron...

Prince Tiger's lips were trembling, and his teeth were chattering.

It stared at Sauron, and begged with a crying voice: Sauron, let my people go, please, please...

Sauron shook his head mercilessly and refused, he said softly: I don't want to attack you, get out of here.

The foggy forest is our only hope! Prince Tiger roared with tears.

You can survive for a while if you leave here, but if you break through, you will die, so you want to choose to die now? Sauron shook his head regretfully.

The task of the first-level wizard is not to personally annihilate the dwarves, but to prevent the dwarves from escaping, destroy the weapons that the dwarves may threaten the empire, and leave the rest to the people below.

Master Sauron, these stupid dwarves cannot understand your pity. Priscia stood up, Since you don't want to do it, then let me do it.

After all, hundreds of cherry-sized white light balls floated beside Priscia.

go.

Priscia tapped her slender fingers in the direction of the dwarves, and hundreds of balls of light scattered and flew towards the dwarves.

The balls of light grew bigger as they flew, and when they reached the sky above the dwarves, it took only 0.001 seconds to turn into huge balls of light with a diameter of tens of meters.

If these light spheres were allowed to explode, 90% of the dwarves of the Seventh Legion would be killed or injured immediately.

The strong men in the Seventh Legion wanted to block the light balls, but unfortunately there were too many light balls, and they couldn't stop many of them.

No--

Seeing that the ball of light was about to explode, Prince Tiger screamed heart-piercingly.

Boom boom boom...

The light spheres exploded suddenly, and each light sphere turned into a high-temperature force field with a diameter of hundreds of meters.

This is Prizia's innate witchcraft - purifying flames!

Although talent witchcraft is a flame, it does not form flames like ordinary flames and emit flame shock waves, but creates a high-temperature force field to increase the temperature in the force field.

Shrouded in a high-temperature force field, it was like being locked in a microwave oven.

Compared with traditional Longyan, the temperature is much higher and more stable.

After hundreds of high-temperature light spheres all turned into high-temperature positions, they almost enveloped all the dwarves of the Seventh Legion.

Three thousand degrees Celsius should be enough. Pricia nodded in satisfaction.

Among all the dwarves in front of us, there are only a dozen or so who can survive the high temperature of 3,000 degrees Celsius for a short time.

After using the range of big moves to solve most of the dwarves and miscellaneous fish, then focus on dealing with the remaining more powerful dwarves.

Hmph, just because you want to fight against me? Even without Lord Sauron, I would kill you like chickens!

Pricia still remembers Qiu who was looked down upon by the dwarves just now.