"Helped me take care of him." Shelley intimated Vincent with her eyes.

"Ah! Magic, Master, must be a powerful force. It is difficult to learn." Somizar was still smiling.

"In fact, what I want to learn most is magic. Because I know that only when you have the

power of magic can you become Lord..." He paused, looking as if he had realized he had

misspoken, and decided to change his words. "I mean, you have to have magical power to

make a career, don't you, Master?"

Vincent frowned at the dark elf in front of him, more and more puzzled by this man's mode

of thinking. A Drow who was always smiling represented nothing more than a hidden

conspiracy, and Somizar's smile was so obvious it seemed to say, "See! Be careful! It's all

conspiracies here with me."

In the eyes of the mage, this guy really is no different from a madman.

"The second son of the second family, hello." Vincent's brow unfurls, he holds out his left

hand, and with a serious expression says, "My right hand is still holding the Dharma staff."

"It's okay, it's okay. Same with the left hand."

Vincent became more and more sure that there was something wrong with the man in front

of him. As a member of a proud race of dark elves, it was insulting to use the greeting of a

surface human, let alone hold it with your left hand. No man in his right mind would accept

such an offer.

There was a purple-black glow in Vincent's hands, just as there had been on the day he had

used the curse to kill the goblins. Originally, the master thought that the material of pure gold

would hinder the magic spells, but unexpectedly, his prosthetic arm did not hinder the flow

of magic, and to a certain extent, it strengthened the power.

"I am glad to admit that..." Before Somizar had finished speaking, a chill chill came from his

hand. The force of the curse struck him unsuspecting, overtaking the magical resistance of

the Drow and spreading rapidly through him. Before he can react, Vincent's spell has caused

his muscles to atrophy, temporarily paralyzing the dark Elf.

Seeing the confusion in Somizar's eyes, Vincent did not stop his spell. With the power of his

own magic source, he was able to extend the duration of his spells so much that what had

originally been a momentary effect was now a lasting one. Although this will wear down

Vincent's mental strength and make him more fatigued; For a mage with a limited number of

spells per day, increasing the duration of any single spell is equivalent to increasing his total

number of spells.

Once the muscles were paralyzed, the curse began to move freely through the dark spirit's

body, and wherever the cold air reached, Somizar lost control of those parts. Reaching

forward with his hands, he could no longer support his weight on his legs and fell to the

ground. Vincent steps back, clutching his forehead, giving up putting pressure on the male

drow.

"What's wrong with you? Is this guy dead?" Shelley props up the wobbly mage and pokes

Somizar with her foot as he lies on the ground.

"Nothing serious, just too much energy," she said. Vincent is gradually regaining his

consciousness. The battle with the enchanter has left him physically and mentally exhausted,

and now he is just struggling to hold on.

The dark elf on the ground finally had a chance to catch his breath, and he said in a broken

voice, "Fa... Mages, why are you... Want to kill me?"

'Because you're a terrible nuisance.' Shelley went "swish" from her upper thigh and pulled out

a sharp black knife. "Let me finish you off."

"Shelley, you... How could you." As if unable to believe Shelley's answer, the body struggled

to turn over. All his muscles had grown old under the curse, like a vegetable that has lost its

moisture and vitality in the hot sun. Somizar, his eyes bulging and on the verge of falling out

of his shrivelled sockets, said languidly, "I... I thought you weren't like the other dark Elves, I...

I thought you'd be moved by me... '

Vincent looks at Shelley, who has drawn her dagger, and at the dark elf lying on the ground.

He throws an illusion over the three men. From the outside, Somizar is still standing on the

ground, still healthy and chatting with Vincent and others.

"You don't have to kill him yourself. His life will inevitably be lost, so why leave traces and

evidence?" "Said the mage.

"Oh! I listen to you." Shelley put the knife away. "Somizar, what else do you have to say?

Without you as assessor of the Spider Temple, I suppose the Second Family sacrifices will be

greatly reduced?"

'HMMM... If it wasn't for me, the family sacrifice would be more, what do you know? ' The

dark elf exhaled a few puffs of black blood and said weakly, "Shelley, if it weren't for... If it

weren't for you, our Second family would have surpassed yours. If we do go to war, I fear

you... I'm afraid you'll die. '

'I'm afraid you won't.' Shelley hid behind the wizard and watched the horror of the dark elf

falling to the ground and growing old, her hands shaking uncontrollably on Vincent's

shoulders.

"So that's the thing, I seem to be too late..." Somizar sighed. "Master, you must take good

care of her. At first I thought that when I came into this world, I would be able to do something

extraordinary, but... I can't even get out of this city..."

With that, the dark elf drew his last breath.

Vincent relaxed one of his spell-ready right hands, wondering how easily, as a priest, Somizar

should be able to use restorative spells to rid himself of the curse of growing old. At first he

might not have been able to do his magic in time because of the constant blows, but later he

had the power to move his arms and speak. Why was he still not seen to use any spells?

However, the answers to these questions have disappeared with the death of the Dark Elf.

"Wow! Vincent, I didn't expect you to be so powerful. One spell has solved our sacrifice. '

Shelley rested on Vincent's shoulder and pointed her finger at the dwarf floating in midair.

"But why did you bring Stone legs here? What happened to him?"

"We are both very badly wounded. Have you learned the art of the priest?" Vincent shook his

shoulders and left Shelley to stand on her own. He was too weak now to support another

person's weight.

"Just a little. Didn't you advise me to slow down?" Shelley pulled out two bottles of medicine.

"This is a restorative medicine. It should work."

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"Got it." Vincent drank one bottle for Stone Legs and put the other in his pocket. 'Are there

any more of these?

'Humph! Shelley snorted, "Why don't you go to the head of the family?"

"No, I'll just keep this bottle just in case."

Stonelegs groaned twice and managed to open his eyes. Vincent motioned him to lie still and

pointed to the body on the floor. "Shelley, what are you going to do with this?"

"I don't know. You're a mage, do what counselors are supposed to do."

While the two of them were talking, the "body" on the ground was suddenly covered by a

milky light, and Somizar, who should become a mummified body, instantly returned to his

original state. His face had even shaken off old age, and looked more youthful and alive than

when he had come in. He opened his eyes, glanced around him, and said in Dark Elvish,

"Where is this? A temple? How did I end up here?"

Vincent looked at this strange scene in surprise, wondering what had happened. His curse is

directly aimed at the soul of the other party, the effect of the mummified body shows that

the spell has fully worked, and there is no possibility of "resurrection".

However, now is not the time to consider the cause of this matter, Vincent immediately stood

up, the power of the wand in his hand with the strong force of the ice pick sprayed towards

the ground of the dark elves.

"Protect Elemental damage!" Somizar, who was on the ground, recited a mantra as he glided

backwards. The blue shield came between him and Vincent's spell, and the effect of the ice

pick was largely cancelled out.

'You human! Dare to set foot in the temple of the spider goddess! You will be burned by the

sacred fire! Your soul will be food for the dogs of hell! You will pay for your blasphemy!" As

he spoke, Somizar pulled out his own spider emblem and began to recite a spell.

'You've got to talk too much! The mage's second spell, lightning bolts with a constant

crackling noise to roar towards the male sacrifice. Looking at the light track from his hand,

Vincent had an idea. He did not stop to recite the spell, but continued to exert the original

power of magic into the spell.

The lightning in his hand seemed to have a consciousness of its own, like a silver whip hurling

towards the dark spirit a few steps away. Somizar raised his left hand, the ring on his middle

finger glistening. The fierce stream of lightning, like a sudden, bottomless whirlpool, was

absorbed by the ring.

"Holy Punishment from the spider goddess! Fire strike!" The dark elf's right hand points to

Vincent the mage.

'Watch out! Shelley throws Vincent through the air with her shoulders. The floating saucer,

which had always followed the caster, followed Vincent with its stone legs. The flames from

the sky hit Shelley, who remained where she was.

Getting up from the ground, Vincent was just in time to see the flaming female Drow sent

flying, black smoke arcs through the air, blood squirting from her mouth into the air. Shelley's

eyes were closed and she seemed to have lost consciousness.

Without a word from Vincent, another bolt of lightning struck Somizar.

The priest smiled as if he were laughing at the master's folly, seeing that the lightning would

be absorbed by his ring, and yet using the same trick! "Human beings! Stupid things indeed!

Worse than a reptile!"

Vincent still said nothing. The silver orb of light shining with words appeared from his pure

gold left hand.

The power of the lightning suddenly increased, and the great energy rushed toward the male

Drow like a flood held back by a lost dam. Somizar felt the gravitational field of the great

current before him, and even before the lightning reached him, his hair stood on end.

The bolt could no longer be described as a beam; in the eyes of the dark elves, it was

indistinguishable from the flash of the blue Dragon. The mage had given him no time or space

to duck, and Somizar raised his left hand, pinning his hopes on a ring that would absorb spells.

The first part of the lightning went into the ring, but the long line of electric light from the

mage's hand continued to rise as if it were endless. The ring on the dark elf's left hand had

begun to vibrate and tingle through the middle finger.

With a soft crack, the jewel in the ring opened a small crack.

"Boom! A thud exploded in the temple of the spider goddess. The strong air knocked over

everything standing in the temple except Vincent. The statue of the spider goddess was also

shaking in the wind. Cracks appeared in the huge pillars of black granite, and the rubble fell

from them, but was swept away by the strong wind.

From the center of the explosion, Somizar was flung into the air, his body covered with

lightning cuts, but not a drop of blood remained -- the intense heat of the electric shock

charred the torn muscles as well as causing the wounds to be forcibly "glued" together.

Small explosions from his left hand increased the speed of the dark spirit's flight through the

air, and he was about to fly onto the roof of the temple.

'Power Wall! Vincent uses a spell to put this layer of protection over the roof. Somizar hit the

wall so hard that his body felt like it was being squeezed by two huge forces at the same time,

and the bones of his body burst into a cracking or breaking sound at the same time. He then

flutters helplessly from the roof like a feather.

'Fireball! Vincent shook the wand, and the bright flame immediately reflected red in the hall.

The dark elves who had just risen from the ground covered their eyes in pain, chanting loudly

"Bless the spider goddess!"

The fireball opened its jaws and lunged at Somizar and swallowed him. The round ball

quivered a few times, as if it were chewing on the taste of a dark-skinned creature.

Dissatisfied with the taste of the drow, the fireball explodes, spewing out the unsavoury

substance. Only this time, the dark elves were completely torn to shreds.

Vincent ran over to Shelley, reached for the healing potion she had just given him, opened

the dark elf's mouth and poured it down. As the color returned to Shelley's face, she opened

her eyes and smiled as she said, "I bet you played very well..."

"Maybe..." A strong headache followed, the pain that had been suppressed burst out, Vincent

only felt his eyes open, no longer able to support the weight of the female Drow in his arms,

suddenly fell into the darkness.