Vol 2 Chapter 39: Iloniir

　　 Luke is struggling to urge the magic in his body, if a vine can be easily torn off by him, then get ten vines!
　　 But under the power of Ilya, the ten vines couldn't support it immediately, and began to break one by one!
　　 But there is another power hindering Ilya, holding Ilya's hands firmly like two invisible palms, it is the hand of the black dog Terry's mage!
　　 But the superposition of the two cannot completely contain Ilya. In fact, even if they have tried their best, Ilya is about to break free!
　　 But they are not just two of them. Five scorching fireballs with dazzling tail flames hit Ilya, who was temporarily unable to move.
　　 This is the magic ring given to them by Horn before, which gives them the ability to release close to the second ring magic, and the power of this fireball changes with the magic power they input.
　　 Five fireballs hitting a target at the same time can also explode with considerable power.
　　 The current Ilya does not use vindictiveness for defense!
　　 There was a violent explosion, Luke’s vines were all burned, and Terry’s hand of the wizard disappeared.
　　 Ilya stood in the middle of the flames, her face slightly scorched.
　　 When facing Horn just now, he could deal with it very easily. Now when facing the eight attendants, he accidentally suffered a little loss.
　　 He stretched out the palm of his left hand angrily. There were some burns on the back of his hand. Unprepared, he directly smashed five fireballs with his fist!
　　 Suddenly behind Ilya's neck, a bright yellow bee appeared quietly!
　　 This bee is half the size of a head, and a five-centimeter tail needle shows a dazzling cold light.
　　 The weird thing is that it’s flying without the slightest sound.
This is Ian and their assassins. They didn’t expect the previous fireball to kill him. They watched the battle between Horn and Ilya. They understood that if there was no real power to kill him, everything would be in vain. .
　　 With their power, if they want to cause enough threat to Ilya, they can only use poison!
　　 After Horn's guidance, after many attempts, Annie finally chose a few summoned beasts as her fixed summoned beasts!
　　 This bee is one of them, the physical strength is negligible, but the toxin is very fierce!
　　I want to come, even if a strong like Ilya is infected with this kind of poison, he won't feel comfortable.
　　 But just when the bee's tail needle was about to pierce his neck, Ilya's right hand reached behind her and directly squeezed the bee into meat sauce.
　　 He dropped the ball in his hand and disappeared into the air before it hit the ground.
　　 was burned just now because he did not take the enemies in front of him at all. As long as he was not careful, these wild witches would never have a chance!
Ilya licked his lips, burns activities generally left hand slightly, he was thinking in the end is what these people go up fat beat it, beat it or fat? Still fat beat?
　　 The blood-red figure standing in the sky looked thoughtfully at Enoch and others, and then wrote a note in the notebook.
　　 After he finished writing, he lost his trace after swiping, and when he appeared again, he put his hand on Ilya's shoulder.
　　 Ilya was about to rush out and beat the kid when he noticed an extra hand on his shoulder. He laughed twice and stood there.
　　 He faced a few transcendents who suffered a loss. The most important thing was that he was seen by others, which was a bit embarrassing.
　　 The man who appeared in front of Horn was wearing a blood-red evening dress with a very delicate face, dark hair and scarlet eyes.
　　 He exaggerated to salute everyone present, and then said to Horn: "This test is over, I am very disappointed in you."
　　 test? What test?
　　 Horn stared at this new man with thunder and lightning eyes. Unlike Kilburg and Ilya, Horn could intuitively feel the desperate pressure on this man!
　　 there is still a very hard to detect but very strong breath!
　　He is dangerous!
　　 Yian was soaked in cold sweat when this man appeared. He who has a keen perception can even feel how terrifying this man is, like a little ant facing a giant dragon!
　　 The man politely said to the wild witches:
　　 "Actually, I am his elder, and everything now is a little test of my younger generation that I haven't seen for a long time, so now please wait here for a while. Can we resolve the misunderstanding?"
　　 "Who knows what your peace of mind is!" Enoch stood up and said to the man, Ian wanted to hold him but there was no time.
　　 Enoch is a firm supporter of Horn, even if the opponent is an existence he cannot resist, he will try to resist.
　　 "Please find a quiet place to rest." A strange red light flashed in the man's eyes, and the bodies of the eight wild witches suddenly went uncontrollably to a fairly clean place and sat down.
　　 At the same time, he released a little breath to Enoch, and he felt all the pressure Ian felt on this man!
　　 Enoch walked, sweating uncontrollably. He and Ian fell on each other's body, and both smiled bitterly when they saw the sweat on their bodies.
　　 Ilya was very envious of watching the man calmly making the wild witches obedient~EbookFREE.me~ Human manipulation, how could he not have such a convenient ability? But this is the of other people's race, he can't learn it, he can only envy it on the sidelines.
　　 Horn followed the weird man without saying a word, while Ilya followed them in a dauntless manner.
　　 He has a lot of doubts that need to be solved by this man. His anger has dissipated halfway when he said the test. If it was a test, the old Douglas would not necessarily be dead. This may just be a scam by them!
　　 After burning a little farther from the wild witches, such a man politely said to Horn:
　　 "First introduce myself, my name is Iloniir, I am a kindred."
Bloodlines? Horn looked at this man in shock. Ceylon has always had a blood family legend and is a notorious dark race.
　　 Its rarity is even comparable to that of giant dragons!
　　 From this point of view, the politeness of Iloniir to the wild witches is not because he is really polite, but because of the nature of the other party!
　　 The blood race must maintain etiquette even in the face of food. Decent is better than everything. It is a famous race of face.
　　Ironil chuckled twice and said, "When this is the case, I want to say sorry, I actually just want to see who the heir of Douglas is."
　　 "I don't want to hear this, I just want to know how my teacher is doing."
　　 Horn is the old Douglas who cares most now, and everything else must be placed behind the old Douglas. Although he has some guesses in his heart, he has to listen to them and tell him that the old Douglas is safe.
　　 "Hehe, you can rest assured that he is not dead, this notice is just a copy of me!"
　　Ironil said to Horn politely.