Chapter 264: Ilio's Battle (Edited)
The three great wizards thought they were doomed, but unexpectedly someone suddenly appeared and saved them.
The man had long, jet-black hair and wore a high-level white magic robe. He had golden ornaments on his forehead, shoulders, wrists, and waist. The ornaments were inlaid with high-level wind magic stones, forming a set of top-level magic armor.
In his hand, he held a peculiarly shaped golden longbow, a golden arrow imbued with elemental power, flashing with green lightning, and the bowstring was fully drawn, ready to shoot at any time.
"You...you are..." One of the brown-haired archmages exclaimed in surprise after seeing the newcomer's face. "You are Lord Ilio!"
"What? He is the Mage Saint Ilio? So young?" another brown-haired mage asked in disbelief.
"Haha, I'm not young anymore." Ilio tilted his head, a relaxed smile on his handsome face, and winked at the brown-haired wizard. "At least a few hundred years older than you."
The brown-haired wizard was filled with embarrassment after hearing what Ilio said, and the fear in his heart was reduced by half.
"Lord Ilio, please be careful. This necromancer's methods are extremely cruel!"
Thinking of his two companions who were killed, the brown-haired wizard felt hatred and fear.
As an investigator of the Magic Association, he often fights against dark forces outside and has encountered hundreds of necromancers, but none of them is as weird as the necromancer in front of him.
Just a wisp of black smoke can kill people invisibly, not only devouring the soul but also tearing the body apart alive. The scene is extremely bloody.
Because they saw the tragic deaths of their two companions, the three great wizards had to flee frantically and were chased all the way from three thousand meters below the canyon to one thousand meters below.
They are not afraid of death, but they must return alive to report the situation in the canyon to the Lord of Law.
I thought the crisis in the canyon had been resolved, but I never expected that there were still two terrifying guys hiding.
A ten-man exploration team split into two groups and fled in different directions. Their team lost two companions, and I wonder what the casualties of the other team were?
Elio raised his handsome eyebrows and said to the three wounded archmages, "You go ahead. Once you reach the surface, head north. People from the magic tower will pick you up."
"Magic Tower?" The brown-haired archmage was surprised. "Is the God of Magic here?"
Ilio did not answer them, but quickly shot an arrow, forcing the necromancer who wanted to launch a sneak attack to teleport away again.
"Why don't you hurry up?"
He shouted loudly, and powerful strength burst out from his body. The golden bow in his hand was replaced by a cool golden sword. He swung a cross slash at the necromancer like lightning, splitting the black snake that was rushing towards him.
It was not a real black snake, but an entity formed by black smoke, carrying a thick dark power and aura of death, and attacking ferociously.
After being split into four parts by Ilio's cross slash, it not only did not disappear, but instead split into four slightly thinner black snakes, besieging with ferocious faces.
The three great wizards were horrified upon seeing this. They did not dare to hesitate, tore open the magic scroll to replenish their magic power, and teleported away.
"None of you can escape."
The necromancer spoke in a sinister tone and waved the ugly magic wand in his hand. Suddenly, more than a dozen skeletons crawled out from the ground.
Surrounded by four black snakes, Ilio stretched out his pinky finger, scratched his ear, and said nonchalantly, "Your opponent is me. Don't be indecisive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he escaped from the siege of four black snakes and appeared in front of the skeleton. He swung the golden sword, and countless white lights flashed, and the skeleton instantly shattered into powder.
The necromancer finally looked him in the eye, sizing him up sinisterly. After a moment, he said coldly, "You are not human."
Elio said with a smile, "You have quite a good eye. No wonder you became the Dark God's lackey."
The necromancer turned a deaf ear to his taunts, raised his magic wand high, and said cruelly: "No matter what race you are, you will become my puppet."
Just as he was about to chant a spell, Ilio suddenly raised his hand to stop him: "Wait—"
The Necromancer sneered: "What? You want to kneel down and beg for mercy? It's too late!"
"No, no, no, don't be so conceited." Ilio sheathed his golden sword and replaced it with a high-level magic wand. He smiled and said, "I don't kill nameless people. Tell me your name first, so I can carve it on your tombstone for your descendants to worship—if they have any."
In the morning, Sperian specifically reported to him about the Wobba Canyon, and Ilio naturally took it very seriously.
The death of a demon king attracted a necromancer whose strength was no less than that of a god of magic and a nightmare that had been parasitic in the human body for at least ten thousand years. This caused a lot of trouble.
Be careful of the little goblins from being targeted. As an elder, it is natural for him to take action to solve the problem.
He originally wanted to act alone, but he couldn't resist the little elf's request. After finishing his morning class, Ilio rushed to the magic tower to find Danlov without even eating lunch.
As luck would have it, Danlov was worried about the missing magician.
The day before yesterday, the Magic Association sent two investigation teams composed of magicians to the Wobba Canyon to eliminate the low-level monsters created by the Demon Lord.
However, news came yesterday afternoon that the two investigation teams had lost contact, and it was feared that something was very wrong.
Danlov immediately sent another investigation team consisting of ten great wizards to go deep into the Grand Canyon to search for the missing team of wizards.
This morning, there was no news from the Archmage team either.
Ilio's visit cleared up Danlov's confusion.
It turns out that there are necromancers and parasitic nightmares causing trouble in the Grand Canyon.
Danlov made a prompt decision and took several mages with him to go to the Grand Canyon with Ilio to resolve the crisis.
This time, we must eliminate the dark forces at all costs and prevent the Grand Canyon from becoming a hunting ground for monsters.
Ilio preferred to be alone, so he went ahead and headed straight to the bottom of the canyon. Unexpectedly, he was lucky enough to save three archmages and stop the necromancer.
This necromancer is indeed as powerful as the God of Magic.
However, he is not a god of law after all.
It would be easy to kill him if he was not the God of Law, but before killing him, we have to know his identity so that we can investigate the mastermind behind it.
This guy was wrapped in a black hooded cloak from head to toe, with a mask covering his face. He deliberately restrained his breath and completely concealed his true identity.
The necromancer flicked his finger and shot out a bottle of poison powder potion emitting green smoke.
"When I take your soul, you will know who I am!"
Ilio moved his fingers, and a strong wind blew the powder back intact.
In front of a wind magician, tricks like throwing poison powder are basically ineffective.
"It's my turn to fight back." Ilio raised his magic wand high, and before he could recite the spell, the wind element in the air rushed towards him like a tide, and the whole area was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks.
The necromancer showed a look of surprise, and stared with fear at the black-haired young man who was suspended in the air by the wind.
They can shoot arrows, use swords, and cast spells. Every attack is mastered to perfection. Coupled with the magical power of a god of magic, no other race has such high talent except elves and goblins.
What surprised him the most was that he had a sense of déjà vu towards him.
"You are—a goblin?"
Why do you guess he is a goblin rather than an elf?
This is because according to legend, the white elves have not had any newborn cubs for hundreds of years, while the goblins give birth to a batch of cubs every ten years. When they grow up, they will disguise themselves as humans and come to the continent for training.
Fairies are highly talented, so it is not surprising that they become gods of magic in a hundred years.
The necromancer's eyes turned increasingly fiery as he looked at the black-haired young man.
He wanted to capture this goblin, humiliate and torture him severely, and then dissect him bit by bit when he got tired of playing with him. He wanted to make him watch himself being ripped open until his internal organs were emptied out before he could breathe his last.
But this is not the end.
He would extract the souls of the fairies and refine them into puppets for him to control, lure out other fairies hiding in the crowd, and defeat them one by one.
He believed that the whole process would be very exciting and he couldn't wait.
The necromancer became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he stared at Ilio like a poisonous snake.
"Haha, I guessed wrong!" Ilio recited a simple spell and waved his magic wand vigorously. Countless wind blades turned into white light and attacked the necromancer from all directions.
The necromancer immediately tore open a defensive magic scroll, and a magic defense array appeared around him to resist the attack of the wind blade.
“Ka-ka-ka—”
In less than a moment, the magic defense array was easily shattered by the wind blade.
The Necromancer's face changed slightly, and he teleported away repeatedly, dodging in a rather embarrassing manner.
Ilio didn't give him any chance to breathe, and the wind blades continued to chase and besiege him intensively.
The situation suddenly reversed, and the undead mage who killed people indiscriminately became the target of the wind blade.
The necromancer tried to recite advanced spells many times, but was ruthlessly interrupted by the wind blades. If it weren't for his high-level defensive equipment, he would have been torn to pieces by the wind blades by now.
It is clear that the duel between high-level magicians does not rely on chanting spells. They have endless magic props in their storage rings.
In order to save the step of chanting spells while maintaining their power, magicians racked their brains and developed magic scrolls.
The magic scroll is easy to manipulate and can release magic by tearing it open. It can save people from dire straits in times of crisis and has become a must-have item for many magicians to go out and gain experience.
However, although the necromancer tore the magic scroll quickly, it was not faster than Ilio's wind blade.
He waved his magic wand, condensing more wind elements and increasing the power of the wind blade, giving the enemy no chance to counterattack.
It takes one or two seconds to take the magic scroll out of the storage ring and tear it open.
These one or two seconds are enough for Feng Ren to launch hundreds of attacks.
The necromancer felt the threat of death for the first time in his life and was furious. If his opponent was a water magician, he would not just defend without attacking.
The attack speed of wind magic was too fast, and he felt a lot of pressure just to defend.
This young man's strength is above his!
The necromancer growled through gritted teeth, "Sarn! How long are you going to watch this show?"
"Haha, it's rare to see you get humiliated, so of course I have to enjoy it."
The teasing voices came from all directions, as if they were close at hand, yet far away in the horizon, making it hard to understand.
Ilioli glanced around, splitting half of the wind blade and hitting the nearby boulder.
"Bang!"
The boulder was hit by the wind blade and exploded into pieces.
The stones fell down, revealing a figure emitting dark power.
"Haha, I've been discovered!"
Saen waved his hand in disdain, and the dust in the sky was blown away by an invisible force. He slowly stepped into the attack range of the wind blade.
When the wind blade was about to hit him, it was suddenly blocked by a huge force and could not advance even half an inch.
Elio said, "Oh, you finally decided to come out?"
He had already noticed that there was someone nearby, but the other party was hiding and not showing up, so he ignored it for the time being and killed the necromancer first.
Sarn looked up at the black-haired young man floating in the air with a strange look in his eyes. "You deny you're a goblin, so you're an elf?"
Elio said calmly, "Guess."
Sarn laughed out loud and said to the Necromancer, "Xin, step aside. I will fight him."
Whether it is an elf or a fairy, he is determined to get it today.
The Necromancer said in a stern tone: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go together and capture him alive!"
"Want to capture me alive? That depends on whether you have the ability." Ilio blinked and asked the necromancer, "Your name is Xien? Xien Pusen?"
The Necromancer was slightly startled. "You know me?"
That intense, sickeningly familiar feeling came over me again.
"What do you think?" Ilio laughed heartily and sarcastically said, "After all, a rat from the gutter is a rat that hides in the light. Three hundred years have passed, and you still like to hide yourself, not even daring to show your face."
When he heard the word "rat," a long-lost memory suddenly surfaced. Sheen's body trembled and he shouted, "You are Al!"
The adventurer who had been chasing him for a month and almost caused him to have a mental breakdown!
Three hundred years ago, not long after he became a necromancer, he urgently needed fresh corpses for research, so he hid in the swamp and robbed passing adventure teams.
Until a swordsman named Al appeared, brutally destroyed all his traps, and hunted him brutally for a whole month.
If he had not escaped into Vanaku and entered the territory of the dark elves, he would probably have been killed.
That month became a lifelong shame for him.
At that time, he was so busy escaping that he didn't even take a close look at what the swordsman who was chasing him looked like. He only knew that his companions called him Al.
They never expected that they would meet again more than three hundred years later!
What’s even more hateful is that I didn’t even recognize my enemy when I met him!
"Haha, don't call me so affectionately. We're not friends. Oh, by the way—" As if his hatred wasn't strong enough, Ilio added fuel to the fire, "A month ago, near the Itunli River in the Dalia Empire, I met a necromancer who claimed to be your disciple. Hmm, his name seems to be Oguta?"
"Oguta! My only disciple!" Xien gnashed his teeth and roared like a trapped beast, "You killed him!"
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