Mage Joan

Just when the drow warriors were worried, a beam of teleportation suddenly rose in the distant col, especially in the dark mountainous area.

A drow warrior closest to the teleportation point looked up at the glowing zone, and an alert look flashed in his eyes.

After a little hesitation, the drow warrior turned and jumped down to walk on the lizard, clenched his sword, and sneaked towards the glowing area.

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The exact location of the 5th Ring Teleport depends on how well the caster knows the destination.

Joan just found Angel in the mountains where they are located, completely new to the local environment, and unclear about their specific coordinates.

In this case, it is almost impossible to send it to Angel by force, but it will land randomly at a nearby location.

The four people walked out of the teleportation beam and saw that the darkness covered the completely strange area, and the high and low mountains were vaguely visible in the depths of the darkness, like a group of giant beasts that might swoop over at any time, which made people feel depressed.

Hailar looked around and scratched his head bitterly.

"In this ghost place, I can't tell the difference between east and west. Where should I find Angel?

"Joan, if you don’t send a text message to Angel first, you’ll say that we’ve arrived in the O’Connell Mountains and let Angel shoot a'flash' in the air so we can know where to find them. ."

Holden proposed a seemingly feasible plan.

"That's wrong!"

Audrey shook her head to reject her brother's proposal.

"In this dark place, there was a sudden flash of light in the air, which was too dazzling. We can see it. The dark elves who followed Angel are also visible. It is possible to rush to find the cave where Angel hides. Then it’s dangerous!"

"Besides that, is there any way to find them as soon as possible?"

Holden spread his hands in frustration.

"There is a spell that happens to work on this occasion, let me try it."

Joan pulled out the dagger and drew a circle on the spot, then took a blank piece of paper from the spellcasting material bag, cut out a slap-shaped paper man with the dagger, placed it in the center of the circle, and began to cast 3 rings of arcane "track dance".

As Joan chanted mantras and gestured, the distribution of the magic net around the circle was slightly disturbed.

The paper man, who was originally lying flat on the ground, was pulled up by the magic silk and slowly stood up, like a string puppet, swinging his hands and feet and dancing in circles.

Hailar, Audrey, and Holden had never seen such a weird spell, and they all gathered around. Three pairs of eyes were fixed on the paper people dancing in the circle, and the atmosphere was not afraid to breathe, both curious and horrified.

This weird spell ritual lasted for a minute, after which the paper people stopped dancing and lay on the edge of the circle without any movement.

Joan took a long breath and drew a mark on top of the paper man's head with a dagger, and then turned the paper man over, which was originally a blank piece of paper on the back, and several lines of crooked small text appeared abruptly, which looked like a child's letter pen Graffiti.

Joanne picked up the paper man and was fascinated by the strange words that appeared out of thin air.

"Joan, are you doing divination?" Holden could not help asking.

"That's right." Joe An replied absently.

Just when he deciphered the meaning of the words behind the paper man, the paper man suddenly burned on his own.

Joan quickly threw away the paper man and watched it burn to ashes before slowly speaking.

"According to the divination results of the "Dance of the Track", Angel is currently relatively safe and in good health. The hiding place is located in the south of the east, less than a mile away from us."

Joan pointed to the previous mark.

"Then we will continue to walk in this direction until we reach the place corresponding to the result of divination, and we should be able to find Angels."

"This is the best. Let's hurry up." Hailar said urgently.

Joan nodded, leading the way for his companions, walking quickly in the dim gorge towards the direction indicated by the paper man.

In an unfamiliar environment, there were still fierce drows wandering in the darkness, and Jo An was afraid to carelessly.

The "dark vision" and "tremor perception" attached to the prosthetic eye have been opened, and the "mosquito finger technique" has also been performed to turn the left finger of the left hand into a blood mosquito and fly forward to find the way.

Out of a distance, Joan suddenly sensed that there was a volatile wave nearby.

Under normal circumstances, Joanne may not care about such a slight tremor, but in this crisis-ridden place, he has to tighten his nerves and be vigilant.

Out of prudence, he stopped and turned his head to look in the direction of the unusual shock.

With the help of "Dark Vision", Joan's eyes penetrated through the thick night, and he faintly saw a shadowy figure, clinging to the rock wall, standing silently in the dark, his head slightly twisted, and seemed to be spying towards this side.

"Beware, there seems to be a person hiding over there!"

Joan whispered to remind his companions to strengthen the alert.

As soon as the words were spoken, the man on the opposite side was alert and turned to look at Joan.

At the moment when the eyes of both sides touched, Joan vaguely saw a pair of cruel foreign eyes glowing in those dark red eyes, and could not help but sigh!

At almost the same time, the man resolutely gave up sneaking, as if a bat suddenly flew over!

The sharp blade came out of the sheath quietly. The elegant sword in the hands of the drow warrior was painted black. I don't know if it was to prevent reflections or to be poisonous.

Audrey leaned towards him as soon as he received Joan’s warning, and lifted his shield in time to kick off the venomous snake-like sword. A fire burst in the darkness, and the golden iron sympathized in the mountains. Agitated.

"Despicable dark skin, die!"

Hailar wielded a huge sword, struggling to slash the drow warrior who launched the raid.

The dark elf didn't plan to use his own thin sword to block the giant sword with a wide door on the front, and then resolutely retracted the sword, shrunk backwards, folded a series of flips backwards, and flashed off the giant sword that fell down.

While backfliping in succession, Samurai drew up his left hand and slapped on his chest, using his own as the origin, and a circle of spherical dark curtain quickly expanded to all sides.

In the dark space created by this magic, even Drow's own "dark vision" cannot see things normally, not to mention the human explorers who come from the surface world and lack the ability of night vision.

Based on past experience, the drow samurai believed that the tabernacle formed by this "dark spell" could block the enemy's line of sight and make him temporarily safe.

The next question is, take the time to slip away now, go to the boss to report the new situation here, or lurking in the darkness of magic for a while, see if there is a chance to succeed?

Just before the drow warrior had made up his mind, in the darkness not far away, there was suddenly an elven spell spelling "light".

"Anar!"

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