Thrall held a short staff in his right hand, put the head of the staff on the wrist of his left hand, his left hand was blunt, his palm facing forward, and his mouth quickly chanted: "The Kingdom of Truth is infinite, the ultimate truth is dazzling, and the infinite, and the endless gains of a lifetime, thousands of leaves have different angles and differences. Conclusion is different. The Kingdom of Truth is infinite, the mystery is infinite..."

With his chant, countless small arcane missiles sprayed forward like machine guns. Each arcane missile was not large in size, only the size of a BB bullet, but it just happened to smash a resentful spirit. The barrage composed of arcane missiles made it difficult for the resentful spirit to make progress.

However, there are too many resentful spirits. Thrall's magic power is consumed madly and will soon come to an end. In this unfamiliar environment, completely exhausting magic power is the stupidest way, so Thrall immediately said loudly: "Substitute!"

With a command, a young magician behind him with a confident smile on his face and looked extremely young, stood up, first took out a bottle of potion and drank it in one mouthful, and then took over Thrall's position.

The arcane missile was exactly the same, but the young magician's control was obviously not as high as that of Thrall. The arcane missile was a circle larger, as big as a finger.

But there are too many resentful spirits. When you hit the wrong way, your finger-sized arcane missiles can smash several resentful spirits in a row. Although the number is much smaller, the effect is not different.

Thrall took a few steps back, retreated behind the Ice Shield, sat cross-legged, quickly entered meditation and accelerated the recovery of magic power. He could quickly enter meditation in such a chaotic and noisy environment, which shows how persevering Thrall's spirit is.

The two female magicians disagreed. They lined up on both sides of the cave, each holding an ice shield to block the resentful spirits that were leaking the net. The female magician on the left curled her lips and laughed: "I still refuse to use the potion. I really don't know what to insist on. The magic power is so slow to recover, isn't it a burden to drag people down."

The female magician on the right nodded and echoed: "That's right, I don't know what the above is thinking. If you let such an old stubborn team lead him every time, you have to put him in the trap, otherwise we would have built a teleportation array long ago."

"Oh, that's right, after dragging on for so long, I don't know what would happen. Now, a bunch of resentful spirits emerged for no reason. Where did so many resentful spirits come from?" asked the female magician on the left.

The female magician on the right said: "The closed cave that has died has produced resentful spirits over time. I guess we have alarmed the resentful spirits in any cave, and it's enough to clean it up."

"I hope to complete the task soon. I miss Mother God very much." The magician on the left sighed, and her words aroused a response.

At this moment, the young magician who replaced Thrall also stopped, and he shouted: "Substitute."

After the Ice Shield, another young male magician immediately stood up and took over his position. However, the young magician did not retreat back to the Ice Shield, but stood a little away, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes halfway.

The potion that he drank when he took over Sar was now exercising the highest effect, accelerating his magic to recover quickly.

Two minutes later, the companion who took over him could not hold on anymore, so he quickly stepped back and he immediately rushed over.

The two young male magicians alternated with each other and lasted for six consecutive rounds before they could do their best. After retreating back to the Ice Shield, the other two magicians stood out and took over their positions.

This team is full of magicians, with more than 80 men and women, and the rotation of the pair can last for a long time.

After the first pair of magicians who had exhausted their magic power returned, they sat down like Thrall, but each took out a piece of magic crystal and held it in their hands and quickly recovered. It was not long before their magicians could fully recover. It is estimated that at that time, all the magicians could not rotate them all.

Thrall was the leader, but he only lasted for one wave, and he made the least effort, and he was unwilling to recover from medication, and he was unwilling to use magic crystal assistance during meditation. No wonder everyone didn't like him, and from time to time the topic would turn to him to mock him.

Although Thrall is in a meditation state, he is a magician with great combat experience. He will never turn off all perceptions when meditating between battles, so he can hear his companions whispers, but he doesn't agree with it.

"Silly kid, you can enjoy taking drugs for a while. When you rely on it, you will be useless for the rest of your life. However, your Mother Goddess will make you monsters out, and you probably won't be ready to enjoy the happiness you are now for the rest of your life." Sar murmured in his heart.

"But something wrong with these resentful spirits is too many, unlike naturally." Compared with the ridicule of the young magicians, Thrall cares more about these resentful spirits. The huge number of resentful spirits gave him a bad premonition.

In fact, he did not agree with setting up blocking positions here. After all, it was just a resentful spirit and would not kill anyone. The only harm to the resentful spirit was that if you stay with it for a long time, you would be neurasthenia by its wail.

Unfortunately, the children he led have the qualities that all children possess. With a slingshot in his hands, he would like to shoot down all the birds he saw, and with a firecracker in his hands, he would like to stuff a piece of shit every time he soaked.

Before Thrall could restrict them, they began to attack the vengeful spirits they saw, as if they were stabbing a hornet's nest, and a huge number of vengeful spirits blocked them here.

At this time, Thrall still disagreed with establishing a blocking position. After all, it was just a resentful spirit. They each blessed a soul with a firm soul and then rushed out.

At this time, the side effects of his too horrible appeared. Others disagreed and refused Thrall's order.

Forget it, let them experience a little setback, and maybe they will be more obedient in the future, if they can have a future.

Although Thrall had some unknown premonition, she thought it would be only a small setback. Until the resentment lasted for an hour, it did not decrease. Everyone began to feel bad and had to start thinking about Thrall's initial order. Should they rush out with a tough bullet?

Before they could make a decision, the resentful spirits flying all over the sky suddenly retreated, retreating completely like a tide.

The young magicians couldn't help cheering in unison, but only Thrall's heart sank and quietly retreated behind everyone. The resentful spirits had no wisdom and consciousness, only instinctive fragments of broken souls. They would not act in a uniform manner, either someone was directing them or something was scaring them.

No matter which one it is, it is not a good thing.
Chapter completed!