"Dammit! Vincent muttered inwardly. Today, knowing that he was coming here to meet the

mother of the Dark Elves, he prepared a lot of special spells for the dark elves, among which

the most is the "Daylight art" that can make them temporarily blind. These are to prevent the

drow in case of violence to hurt people, to create a way for themselves to escape.

But the person behind him is clearly human and appears to be the kind of warrior monk who

focuses on physical and spiritual practice. Apart from the fact that the art of daylight had no

effect on him, and that it had literally blinded him temporarily, this warrior monk must have

had a way of detecting the location of his enemies without being able to see them, using his

other senses.

while In my present state, it seems too hasty to attack first. Vincent then swings his wand and

immediately uses a wall of force behind himself. A transparent, hazy film immediately

separated the master and monk, dividing the corridor into two parts.

At this point, only the power of the staff is available.

The monk's hand hit the wall of force field firmly, and the entire film was as if it had been

thrown into the water of a stone, triggering a circle of ripples that spread outward from the

point of force. Although it looked fragile, the force field wall was stronger than those made

of material, and the monk could not have broken through it with only a fleshy palm.

He struck the wall a few more times, which had no effect other than to cause more ripples.

But this wall of force also prevented the mage from casting his spell on the opposite side.

Normal spells are impossible to isolate the force field at all.

But Vincent still held up the wand, muttering the words while waving the tip of the wand in

his right hand and drawing magic characters into the air. His wand is like a pen that can be

written in the air, and wherever the wand goes, it leaves a silver glowing trail.

"The Ottoman Dance! Vincent quickly finished the magic emblem, but it also made him sweat

all over his head, sweat running down his temples, and a few beads of blood dripped from

his mouth. The power of the primordial magic was still too overbearing.

The spell actually uses psychedelic graphics to achieve hypnotic effects, and anyone who sees

the graphics becomes an influence of the spell. The force field wall does not block the visual

communication, and this type of emblematic mind magic is the best type of spell to use in

this situation.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the monk began to dance, moving in circles and clapping

his hands. Vincent saw that the eyes of this fellow on the other side had become blurred. He

could not concentrate his eyes, and he could only wander around the situation. The master

immediately had a definite idea in his mind.

Accompanied by a white light on Vincent's body, the wall of force field silently disappeared

into the air with the command of his mind. The whole corridor is restored to its original state,

and there is no barrier between the monk and the master.

Vincent raises his wand to the attacker, and the wand of Power begins to glow red. Without

the wall, all attacking spells are free to cast.

But the monk suddenly became conscious, abruptly stopped his "dance" and lunged forward.

This time his palms pressed flat against the monk's forehead, causing a whirring wind to blow.

It seemed that the monk had struck with all his might this time. He did not even think about

the problem of hiding the sound of his palm, but only pursued the greatest power. It turned

out that just now, he only pretended to be fooled by the sorcerer's magic, in order to paralyze

his opponent and achieve the purpose of surprise.

"Go to hell! As the monk drank, both hands hit the master's forehead at the same time, and

tremendous force exploded in an instant.

But to the attacker's surprise, his attack had clearly touched the mage in front of him, but why

did he not feel solid at all? The power in his hands, there is no way to vent, the mage in front

of him is just like an illusory shadow.

And he was right. The shadow was hit with the palms of his hands and quickly disappeared.

Surprised, the monk looked at his surroundings, pricked his ears for footsteps, and quickly

leaned against the wall. He tries to minimize the chance of an attack in at least one direction.

Vincent was now at the spot where the monk had stood and danced, watching the creature's

movements while remaining invisible. While observing the effect of his spell, Vincent noticed

a flaw. Creatures affected by the magic of Otto's dance would involuntarily look at the emblem

and be attracted by the glowing emblem, thus dancing continuously and forgetting

everything else. At the same time, the brain would become isolated from the external

environment and would no longer react to what was going on around it. But this is not the

case with this warrior monk. He must have seen or been exposed to this spell before,

recognized it when Vincent was drawing this spell, worked out a plan to lure the enemy

deeper, and pretended to be fooled by it.

But he neglected one point, that is, as a warrior monk, no matter how much you know about

magic, you can't be better than a mage who uses this spell! Vincent saw in those distracted

eyes that the monk had not been affected by the spell at all! He would not have put himself

in danger, nor would he have opened the wall of force field that separated them and at the

same time brought him safety without the protection of any spell on him. He used a simple

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illusion on himself, while at the same time hiding his tracks.

As the disciple of a master of prophecy, he had not only fully learned the power of prophecy,

but also the skill of using illusion spells -- after all, a seer must know himself and his enemy.

Therefore, the monk mistook the illusion for the sorcerer's real body and delivered his most

powerful blow. Vincent, however, ducked aside.

Now the only visible vision has disappeared, but the real Vincent is still standing there without

any action. He could see clearly that at the same time that his vision had disappeared, the

monk was leaning his ears and trying hard to listen to the sounds around him. Vincent

suspected that he was adept at hearing footsteps to determine the position of the enemy,

and was also concerned that his invisibility would not be able to mask the glow and sound of

his magic. So he softened his breathing and tried to make himself as silent as the air flowing

through the corridor, slowly building up his energy.

The monk leaned against the wall and moved sideways, still trying to gauge the movements

of the disappearing master by hearing -- oh, he was using his nose now, sniffing the smell -

- and other senses. He could not believe that the mage he had suddenly attacked was going

to let it go. He must be hiding somewhere, waiting for the fatal blow.

He clung to the wall like a gecko, moving slowly toward the door from which he had come.

He was about to enter the door, and it was a split second decision whether to launch the final

attack or not. Vincent raises his staff. After a few moments of preparation, he has gathered

enough energy to use the lightning beam. He is absolutely confident that he will kill this guy

in a single blow -- even if the lightning does not destroy him, he will not be able to avoid the

ensuing explosion.

But at the same time, he remembered that this was the home of the First Family. Though

lightning would do no harm, at most it would damage a section of the wall; But the resulting

explosion could damage the structure, and if the impact was strong enough, he wasn't sure

it would cause another massive destruction like the Serpent's altar. The trouble this would

cause is not his intention, and it would have a negative effect on his ultimate goal.

While the Dark Fairy mother may tolerate a mage who appears to be proud, she may tolerate

such a serious provocation as the destruction of her family's buildings. Vincent weighs himself

against the entire First family -- and the results are clear.

So he put down his staff and watched the monk slip into the room.

A figure floated in from outside the hallway. Shelley was anxious to move forward quickly, but

floating was not the same as flying. She could not get up quickly.

She gave up floating and fell through the air, twisting and turning on the ground to cushion

the impact. While Vincent was still staring at Shelley's discomfated state, the Drow sprang to

her feet and rushed into the room where the monk had just taken her.

Then came the pounding of objects and the screams of the monk. Using his perspective,

Vincent could see that in the interrogation room, Shelley was holding the monk to the corner

with a sword to his throat. There were bruises and more than a dozen sword wounds on his

body, but Shelley was completely unharmed. In the Dark elf family, to lay hands on a Drow

woman was to seek death. If the monks were not so good at physical exercise and so tolerant

of injury, they would probably have been tortured to death by now.

After some hemming and hawing -- Vincent could only see through, but could not hear the

sound -- Shelley put away her sword. Relief was evident on her face. Vincent even reads a

happy smile on his face. Shelley, however, picked up a nearby instrument of torture, a long

whip with barbs, and unleashed her "joy" on the monk.

"What a bunch of lunatics," she said. Vincent floated away slowly. Although Shelley was able

to get out of here quickly, but to enter the torture chamber and call the dark elves who are

on the rise to show them the way? Imagining Shelley now wielding a whip and screaming

monks, Vincent chooses to explore the entrance and exit of the house on his own.

Just as he had found his way to the exit, a picture on the wall caught her eye. It was a painting

of the great victory of the dark elves. The earth was burning in the background, and the eyes

of the Drow goddess were watching in the sky. In the front of the picture, several Drow women

stood in a row, pinched at their waists, in cool shapes, their long silver hair flowing in the wind,

their bodies bathed in the red glow of the fire, And their eyes show the pride and swagger

that belongs only to the victor. All the Drow's bodies were spotless, and the bodies lying at

their feet were dripping with blood.

But in the corner of the picture, Vincent saw a familiar face. There stood the character who

had appeared in the picture as a captive to the greatness of this unknown victory. And in the

group of captives, there is a guy who looks exactly like the male angel Vincent met in the ice

tower.

At first it was just a trance, but Vincent stopped and stood in front of the picture and looked

at it carefully. The more and more it looked like the angel who had asked him to find his

daughter. In the center of the picture, the dark fairy women stand in the center, and the leader

of that mission is the mother of the First Family, Batana.

"What's going on here?