The entire ground shook violently as if it had been hit by a powerful impact.

The autumn wind was bleak and the fallen leaves were rolling, making the figures of Morin and Dorothea blurred and unclear.

This is the powerful aura released by Dorot.

In front, Dorothea's body had changed. His body became extremely strong and sturdy, and he appeared and disappeared. There were psychedelic auras flashing in his pupils, making him look as if he was not real, but an illusion interwoven.

This is a display of the power of Doroth's bloodline.

His bloodline is extremely powerful, and he is the legendary fog giant.

In ancient mythology, there are powerful creatures that can manipulate mist and water and reach the peak of the fourth level of truth after reaching adulthood.

"Dorothea, you really want to attack me." There was a faint mist, and Morin's figure was looming in it, and he could not see clearly at all, but his voice came out clearly from it.

"Maureen, Maureen Olsen, you asked for it this time, so don't blame me."

Dorothe's voice was icy, and his eyes were filled with an indescribable chill.

In fact, Doroth attacked Morin this time not only because Morin seriously injured the Warlock of the Eye of Bermuda, but more because of the conflict between him and Morin in the Mosank world.

At the beginning, he and Morin did not get along very well. If they had not been forced to face the Tours together, he and Morin would have fought each other long ago.

Now it's Dorot's turn to seize the opportunity, and he certainly won't miss it.

“Die!!”

Dorot's eyes turned red. After he roared madly, his two arms suddenly twisted and changed into two long and thick columns of mist, rushing towards the direction where Morin was.

In the hazy mist all around, Dorothea's two long columns of mist seemed like two long dragons, rushing towards Morin madly.

At this time, Morin's calm voice came from the front.

"Dark Eclipse Fireball."

The fog suddenly dissipated, and countless purple-red flames swirled and surged up, like two meteors falling from the sky, turning into two fireballs and colliding fiercely with the two long columns of fog.

Immediately, the fireball and the long column of mist were in a stalemate.

"What!" Dorothea was shocked.

Before he could do anything, Morin slowly opened his mouth.

boom!!

An extremely dense black and red flame burst out of his mouth, causing the two fireballs in the air to suddenly become more powerful. With a sea of ​​fire behind them, they rushed towards Doroth in front.

The two long columns of mist only lasted for a moment, and then were quickly submerged like melting ice and snow.

"ah!!"

Dorot struggled in the flames and let out shrill screams.

"How could it be... How is it possible, Maureen Olsen? I can feel it. I can feel that my control over the elements is much higher than yours. Why is your strength so much stronger than mine? No, it's impossible."

"You shouldn't be stronger than me!!"

Dorot's terrified voice continued to be heard.

"idiot!"

Maureen sneered.

Yes, that's right, Dorothea's control over elements is much higher than his, but, so what? A wizard's strength is not just determined by his control over elements.

Not to mention Morin's special status as an ancient wizard, his extremely deep foundation and accumulation, as well as the increased witchcraft attack and weakened witchcraft resistance of the Minai Totem, are enough to level out too many things.

Dorothe's elemental level is higher than his, but it has not yet reached the third level.

"Okay, Dorothea, no matter what you want to say, no matter what you think, it's all over now." Morin said, slowly stretching out his hand.

The edge of his palm became blurred, and faint black cracks flashed. This was Morin's powerful witchcraft, the Great Dimension Rift.

He intended to use this witchcraft to kill Dorothea.

But at this moment, the flames on Dorothea's body suddenly went out silently, and the injuries on Dorothea's body began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I thought Dorothea was sure to kill you, but I didn't expect that he almost died." A figure slowly emerged from the void next to him. It was a middle-aged woman with average looks and ordinary clothes. She looked like a peasant woman in the countryside.

But Morin's hair stood on end and he felt an indescribable deep fear and terror.

True meaning!

This ordinary-looking middle-aged woman in front of me is actually a powerful fourth-level true meaning sorcerer!

The fourth-level true meaning actually appeared beside Dorothea. No, it should be said that she had always been there, but she suddenly appeared at this time. Morin thought so in his heart and understood.

Although the fourth-level true meaning sorcerer did not make any moves, at this moment, Morin felt an indescribable strong pressure.

"Fourth-level True Meaning, a fourth-level True Meaning Warlock..."

"If I were to face such a true being, even if I showed my true snake form, used my ultimate Karsus spiral stranglehold, and desperately used the Minae Totem, I would only have a very small chance of escaping while being seriously injured."

"I am special. If I were an ordinary Level 3, Rank 2 wizard, facing Level 4 truth, I would have no choice but to wait for death."

"Although I am in an absolute disadvantage, I am not without any solution..."

As Morin thought this in his mind, he looked at the back of his right hand, where there was the mark of the ancestor of witchcraft.

Although the mark disappeared into his skin after it appeared, as if it had never appeared, Morin didn't think so.

"Maureen Olsen, right? You're not bad." The fourth-level True Meaning Warlock looked at Maureen. The corners of her mouth moved, as if she was smiling, but it was just an illusion. She said, "But it's a pity for you, it's really a pity."

"You have seriously injured Dorot."

As he spoke, the fourth-level True Meaning Warlock looked at Morin.

Although it was just an ordinary look, Morin felt an indescribable fear at this moment, as if he would die in the next moment.

This is the instinct of living things, the trembling at the end of his soul.

"Damn it!" Mo Lin's heart tightened, and he wanted to stretch out his right hand to block the gaze of the fourth-level true meaning.

But he doesn't have to take any action yet.

"Ailian, this is the capital of the Lionheart and Flame Principality, not the place for you to take action." A figure suddenly flashed out and blocked Morin's way.

This is an old man, wearing the white robe of the Royal Wizarding Corps with gold thread embroidered on the edge. The old man wears glasses and looks very gentle, knowledgeable and well-mannered.

"Salmon!"

The fourth-level true meaning sorcerer named Ailian's face suddenly turned ugly.

"Ailian, stop it. Why bother fighting with those level three guys?" Salman smiled slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Salmon, you want to protect him, right?"

Ailian's face suddenly turned cold.

"You can understand it that way." Salmon's expression remained unchanged, he was just smiling.

Ailian didn't say anything, but the expression on his face became extremely ugly.

"Very good, Salmon, I'll remember it." Ellen said coldly. She spread her sleeves and disappeared with Dorothea.

"Thank you, Lord Salmon."

Morin bowed slightly to Salmon to express his gratitude.

"It's okay, I just did it by chance." Salmon waved his hand gently. He looked at Morin, thought for a moment, and said, "By the way, Morin, what do you think of the Second Prince... Forget it, Morin, you are leaving, right? Very good, take care."

"Your Majesty asked me to tell you that you are always welcome in the Principality of Lionheart and Flame."

After Salmon said this, his body moved and disappeared into the void, without a trace.

Morin looked at the empty surroundings and frowned.

It was obvious that Salmon took action because of Allen.

Not only that, the king and the royal wizards also have some other feelings for Allen.

"Although I am protected, which is good, this is not my strength after all." Morin looked ahead, which was the direction of Tratel City. There was an indescribable strangeness in Morin's eyes, and he said, "Level 4, Level 4 True Meaning, I must become Level 4 True Meaning!"

"Mo...Brother Molin." Sophie lifted the curtain of the carriage, poked out her little head, looked at Molin, and called timidly.

"Sophie, it's okay Sophie."

Morin smiled, walked up to her, ruffled her hair, pinched her cheeks, and said, "Okay, let's go, I'll take you home."

…………

Lionheart Principality.

South.

News of what happened in the capital has spread. Everyone knows what Second Prince Allen did. While they have strange emotions in their hearts, they put more energy into the south.

Here is the eldest prince who is very outstanding but seriously injured.

Inside the spacious tent, the eldest prince was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, unconscious.

Suddenly, his face twisted and a look of struggle appeared on his face.

"ah!!"

The eldest prince suddenly let out a loud cry.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around.

Everything is strange.

Strange layout, strange air, strange energy, strange world.

Oren stared at everything in front of him in a daze. He looked at his hands again, his eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and surprise.

"Wizards... Wizarding world, Claire, is this the wizarding world you mentioned?" Oren murmured to himself, and said, "We succeeded, Claire, I really came to the wizarding world."

He stretched out his hand, and a translucent crystal coffin appeared on Oren's palm.

The crystal coffin seems unreal, yet real.

In the crystal coffin lay a beautiful girl. She was none other than the girl from the purgatory world, Claire, one of the three goddesses of the Styx.

“Claire…”

Oren looked quietly at the girl in the crystal coffin, with a hint of deep obsession and love in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Claire. Once I get used to the wizarding world, I will find a way to wake you up."

"I will, I will."

"Claire."

Oren smiled, his eyes full of determination.