Chapter 127: The death of Prince Torsedrin (Part 2)

　　 "You angered me!" Tosedlin yelled and flashed to another position. Shandris reacted quickly and immediately changed the shooting direction, but still gave him time to cast.
　　 Along with the prince's curse, green flames from the sky fell from the sky and hit the crowd gathered below.
　　 Aristophan loosened the Ebony Cold and stretched out his hands. A purple circular magic circle appeared on top of his head from small to large, and took all the green fire.
　　Torseidlin sipped, and then he sensed that the chaotic magic power from the demon in his body was one point less, and shouted angrily: "Thieves, thieves, guards, councillors, all come on me and kill them!"
　　 Shandris became anxious, but in the magic shield of Erethalas, her connection with Elune was much weaker, and many methods that priests could use could not be released.
　　 Aristophanes put away the defensive circle, facing the elven warriors approaching him and the mage on the surrounding high platform, he chuckled, squeezed his staff and launched the attack first.
　　 Accompanied by a wave of magical power fluctuations, several spell clones appeared behind him, and then these clones flashed onto the surrounding high platforms, releasing various spells to interfere with the magic of the wizards.
　　 And Aristophane himself used Frost Nova to freeze the elven warriors rushing towards him, and then flashed behind them, flashing electricity, and countless lightning bolts hit the elves from behind.
　　 Some fighters failed to withstand the attack, and knelt on the ground shaking. The others gritted their teeth and turned around and continued to charge towards the mage.
　　 Aristophanes flashed to another location again, and continued to cast various spells on the remaining elves that staggered to control their actions.
On the high platform, Torsedrin's complexion became more and more ugly. While avoiding Shandris's lock, he watched Aristophanes use his clone to drag his guard and congressman by himself, and knock down the guards one by one. .
　　 Shandris's bow and arrow were not fired, and he aimed at Tosidlin above.
The council members under Tosidlin were all mages, but they were extremely lacking in actual combat experience. They managed to wipe out all the clones of Aristophanes, but there was no magic in their bodies, and there was no power to fight, unless Torsedrin now divides the magic in his body to them.
"A bunch of rubbish!" Torsedrin yelled, and then ignoring Shandris's threat to him, he flashed to the center of the field, and a green flame shield appeared beside him. He felt the consumption of magic power in distress. Then he raised his head and said to Aristophanes and Shandris: "I will catch you and drain the energy in your body to make up for my loss today!"
　　 At this time, the elven civilians around them had already escaped far away, and several courageously stood by the high wall and watched their next battle.
　　 Shandris didn't say a word, and shot the arrow that was ready to go. However, the arrow was easily blocked by Torsedrin's shield.
　　 Tor Sedlin stretched out his hand, and a huge shock wave was released from his hand, rushing to the two people in front of him.
　　 Shandris stepped aside flexibly to avoid his attack, and counterattacked.
　　 Aristophanes flashed to the root of the wall, and then the burning meteorite fell from the sky and smashed where Tosidlin was standing.
　　 The prince of Ere'Thalas did not evade, and waved his hand as the arcane impact offset the impact of the meteorite, hitting the shield only to make it flash.
Aristophanes continued to attack Tosedrin, countless single and group spells attacked the upper elf in front of him, Shandris assisted her, although the bow and arrows could not penetrate Tosedrin’s shield, she Still trying to hinder Torsedrin's casting.
　　 The three of you are in the field, and the council mages on the high platform are watching their battle, waiting for the final result.
　　 Suddenly Torsedlin's shield flashed, and then disappeared into the air with a "bang".
　　 "Ah, my energy!" Tosedlin shouted, and at the same time tried to continue to release the arcane impact, but he only felt a emptiness in his body, and releasing this spell again might have irrepressible consequences.
　　 He raised his head to look at the mages around the high platform, and without a word, he began to extract the energy from them, and suddenly a scream sounded.
　　 "Ah! Your Royal Highness, what are you doing?"
　　 "Magic power, magic power is losing!"
　　Tor Cedlin gradually showed a comfortable expression on his face, Shandris tried to interrupt him, but the prince didn't care, the escaping energy easily blocked Shandris' bow and arrow.
"Attack the mages, Shandris! I'll deal with Torsedrin!" Aristophane said while hitting the spinning puck at Torsedrin. The prince dodged his attack, and absorbed his attack. The two fought back.
　　 Shandris kept firing the bow, and the struggling mages on the high platform were shot and killed, but Torsedrin’s attack also arrived, and Aristophane flashed to her side, hugged her and left the attack range.
"This power, this power..." Torsedlin looked at his demonized hands and laughed wildly. He felt the abundant energy in his body, his body became taller, and green magic texts appeared on his face and his forehead. Long horns appeared.
"Torceidlin~EbookFREE.me~you!!!" At this time, Irina Darkwood, who had destroyed the crystal tower, led her hands down here. She saw the changes of the prince and the mage of the council around her. Shock.
　　 "Ha, Irina, you traitor, dare to appear in front of me! When I kill these two outsiders, you and everyone else will die!"
　　 Before the words fell, a huge cone of ice hit his chest, and countless frost instantly spread all over his body.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Aristophane didn't stop, huge hockey pucks flew out one by one from the circle, Tosedrin kept being hit back, and Shandris also took the opportunity to shoot him. arrow.
　　 These attacks fell in the eyes of Irina. She reacted quickly and immediately ordered her subordinates to also attack the felized Torsedrin.
Soon a faint ice mist filled the venue. This environment was more conducive to Aristophane’s spell attacks. He swung his wand and a huge blizzard covered the venue where Tosidlin was, and at the same time it gave off cold ice The meteorites mingled among them, smashing deep pits on the ground.
　　 Surrounded by white ice armor, white three-headed ice snakes emerged from the ground under his call, spitting out ice toward the depths of the wind and snow.
　　 There was still Torsedrin’s furious cry in the ice mist at first, but soon the voice was extinguished in the sound of wind and snow, the howling of meteorites, and the sound of ground breaking.
　　 Shandris and Irina stopped their attacks long ago, and watched Aristophane’s ice magic performance alone.
　　 Soon there were only the sound of Aristophane waving his staff and the sound of ice breaking on the ground. There was no other sound in the wind and snow.