Seeing that the green light of the flames was covered by steam and only flickered with the wreckage that he noticed, the white-haired engineering warlock focused his eyes on the sky.

The wound is no longer painful, but numb, and all the commands of the body seem to have no effect.

The flesh and blood removed has made his right arm disabled. It is the dominant hand, and his fighting ability cannot be counted on at all.

He has never learned how to prepare healing potions, and he has no time to prepare them now, so the only thing left is the wind of life spell.

The energy in the body is still full, and the magic power brought by the dimension stone can also act on the eight wind magic.

The blood of the earth cannot be used, so only...

"Give me a slave rat. Ikeqi."

After saying that, before Ekeqi could respond, he had already caught a slave rat that had just been called to the deck to stand by.

Life absorption can absorb the life energy of other beings to repair his own injuries.

Emerald green brilliance kept flowing out of the slave rat's body, and his body became more and more shriveled up. When the slave rat completely turned into a mummy, the wound on the white-haired engineer warlock's right arm had just been repaired.<

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The center of the storm was rolling in from the front and seemed to be heading in their direction.

"Is this going to force us to run aground or stop the ship?"

Eski asked.

No one could answer him, and no one dared to stop the ship. If the ship was stopped at this time, the two elven ships behind would still catch up, and the terrifying arrows that could tear the hull apart would still kill them.

"Don't go ashore, Ikeqi."

The white-haired engineer warlock reminded him again, his eyes continuing to search in the air.

The witch would not have stayed on the ship. If she had stayed on the ship, she would have been injured by the explosion at least, and she would not have been able to channel the spell so quickly.

The torrential rain has reduced the visibility in the sky to very low, and there are dark clouds and steam from ships. Who knows...

"Eski, right, right!"

Mirza suddenly shouted.

Following his cry, he turned to the right. It seemed to be a manticore, with a huge leather wingspan. Only the shape was similar to that of a bat, but the material was completely different from the fleshy wings of bats that could transmit light and see blood vessels.<

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Unlike half of the manticores, which have brown scales, his scales are cyan, and the exploding spike synapses are spread all over the body like the spikes of a cactus. The spines on the tail are not in the shape of barbs, and they are not in the shape of barbs.

Like a folded spear.

His mistress is holding his mane and sitting steadily on his saddled back, her body and legs isolated by these instruments and the spikes on the manticore's body.

Due to the reason why the dimensional wind roar was swallowed up before, there is nothing in the sky that can stop them except the high-speed wind brought by the storm.

As for releasing another dimensional wind roar?

Eski didn't think that such a spell could have much impact on such a skilled mage.

The observer zoomed in again and finally saw his mistress.

A female elf dressed in the same scantily attire as the previous witch elf. Her skin was like the color of strawberry ice cream without adding many strawberries, and she looked very cold.

On the skin, there are strange runes connected together, all of which are composed of spell words.

The staff in his hand is made of black metal that Esky has never seen before. No, it may be metal painted black, with a purple gemstone on the tip.

It is also the same as Eski's equipment, using both the halberd and the staff.

But her other hand is still holding a long sword with a weight on the bottom. The melee capability of this halberd should not be very good? Or maybe the elf is just unwilling to damage his staff, so he specially built such a sword.

Weapon?

However, regardless of its actual effect, this thing looks very valuable.

The white-haired engineering sorcerer was thinking wildly, and the sorceress and her mount followed the ship unhurriedly, seeming to have concluded that Eski and their ship could no longer sail.

The gaze shifted to the witch's face, and her eyes were flashing. Even under the green filter of the observer, one could distinguish red smoke or steam, or light lingering in the air.<

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You can see what she is saying in her mouth.

Eski can't lip read, so he doesn't know exactly what she is saying, but it looks like those syllables sound like Druzil.

Suddenly, the manticore swooped down towards Eski and the others.

Destruction of the body!

This spell can cause huge damage to a single target, but the premise is that this spell cannot be disrupted.

The white-haired engineering warlock didn't understand how the spell was canceled just like the engineering warlock at Cripple Peak didn't understand how Nagash did it.

Is this woman as strong as Nagash?

No, it won't, it's just that it's beyond his knowledge.

But this also means that the spell released will not have as big an effect as he imagined.

Sure enough, the manticore just screamed in pain, its muscles twisted slightly, and then the sorceress's purple-black energy dispelled Eski's spell.

Still don't know how.

Under Eski's second vision, the purple-black energy changed its shape, seeming to merge his energy into one in a short time, and then disrupt it instantly.

How to release this kind of spell, and how to counter it? I have no idea at all.

"Hey, ha!"

Mirza let out a strange scream, and the dimensional lightning quickly flew towards the witch, and then hit a transparent film in the air.

"Die! Dirty rats! You will all be chopped into pieces, just like the XX in XX, and you can only XX under Uncle Matiko's ****."

A dull male voice spoke a series of insulting words in the air. When Eski listened carefully, it was Druzil.

Could it be that this witch is actually a wizard?

The white-haired engineer warlock looked up and saw that the person speaking was actually the witch's mount, the manticore.

Can things like manticores actually talk? What about other products of chaos? For example, harpies.

These random thoughts can only be left for later, when the manticore pounces and half of his life is lost.

It was no longer possible to hide. In the flash of lightning, Esky squatted down, pointed the halberd-like staff at the manticore, and held the handle of the staff tightly with both claws.

In this case, no matter which direction the manticore falls from, he can point at it and let it pounce on itself.

However, the witch showed a mocking smile.

"A dirty rat will just squat down and die."

After finishing speaking, she continued to move her hand, and the purple gem on the top of the staff bloomed with purple-white light.

The magic used by the dark elves and ratmen can actually be broadly summarized as Dahl, or dark magic. Both sides are indiscriminate, and all the magical energy is fused together like black and sticky tar.

Together.

However, the methods adopted by the two sides are completely different. The Rat Man directly uses the energy in the dimension stone and its own chaotic energy that is very easy to grow to release spells.

The dark elves, on the other hand, are more inclined to completely crush the eight magical winds and then mix them together to create a large amount of Dar energy.

The Dahl energy gathered in the hands of the witch, just for a moment, before the manticore came into contact with Eski.

The sticky purple-black Dal energy covered Eski's body.

Severe pain was immediately transmitted from the limbs to the brain, as if the limbs were disabled, but the white-haired engineering warlock dragging the disabled body still continued to use them.

But he didn't dare to give up grabbing his staff. In this state, if he was hit by the manticore, he would most likely be finished.

Just when the manticore was about to be pierced by the staff on the deck, it suddenly changed its direction and pounced on the clan rats below the deck. Those poor rats without weapons were cut into pieces.

"Rat, you can persevere under the painful words, maybe I should praise your will."

The woman who didn't have much fabric on her body continued to speak in her lazy and convoluted Druzil accent, her eyes full of indifference and ridicule.

"But being shot to death just now, wasn't it a gift to you? Why should you refuse it? Is it more interesting for you to be stripped alive by me?"

"Bitch (Blessed by the Horned Rat), haven't the men of Grond taught you to shut your mouth?"

Eski's vision turned black, and his body was shaking under the severe pain, but he still used Druzil to mock the dark elf witch.

"Oh, by the way, they were deceived by your sweet words, and then their tongues were cut out, right? Your engineering warlock father is the one who really made you shut up."

The white-haired engineering warlock who showed off his power of words made the witch angry. She sneered and said.

"Very good, you can live, damn mouse, you will be tortured by my side for ten years before you die. When the time comes, you beg me, but don't let me be as merciful as I am today."

Ignoring her, the white-haired engineer warlock suddenly shouted towards the middle of the ship.

"Mirza!"

Destruction of the body!

A green light lit up on Eski's staff. Although the staff was not pointed at the witch, the direction of the spell was still controlled by the engineer's will.

Two separate beams of destruction, one in front and one side, all hit the sorceress.
To be continued...