I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Lugna looked very calm, and he was obviously not in a hurry to kill Philen.

He raised his eyes.

Philen was nailed to the wall by his blood magic. The blood magic in his hand pierced her heart only half an inch away.

She could even feel the trembling frequency of her heartbeat coming from the blood.

As long as he exerted a little force, this fragile human magician would die immediately.

"Since I made a mistake and didn't kill you directly, then I will ask you something."

Lugna raised his hand slightly, and the blood magic inserted into Philen's chest began to twist, like a branch with thorns, piercing into her chest.

Philen's body couldn't stop shaking in pain.

While Lugna controlled the blood magic and exerted force, he looked at Philen:

"Or do you want to die immediately?"

[It hurts, it looks so painful. ]

[Philen is really strong. Even though she is facing death, even though it hurts so much, she can still remain calm and composed. ]

[I finally know why the mortality rate of human magic users exceeds 90%. ]

[It hurts so much, how can she bear it without saying anything. ]

[Fulilian, come and save Philen, your apprentice is dying. ]

There was a sharp pain in the chest.

Philen looked calm, not even frowning, and did not make any cry of pain.

Lugna looked at her quietly.

It seemed that he wanted to see a trace of pain on her face.

A few seconds later.

Philen's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "Please."

Lugna retracted his gaze and glanced down at the bottom of the city wall.

"Is that kid very powerful?"

Outside the city wall.

Two people with red hair and pink hair swung axes, and they confronted each other nervously.

Hugh Tark held the giant axe in his hand, and his eyes were always alert to the demon girl opposite.

Linie with pink hair looked very weak, but she also held a huge axe in her hand.

Linie stared at Shutark and walked around him with an indifferent and calm demeanor.

At the same time, she was also looking for flaws in Shutark.

Philen saw that Lugna was asking about Shutark's strength. The demon Linie did not look like a warrior.

"He is the eldest apprentice of the warrior Aize."

[Lugna asked Philen, is it because the magician cannot detect the strength of the warrior? 】

"Is that so." Lugna understood.

"Then he is really unlucky."

"Too pitiful." Lugna's tone even showed some pity.

"Linie's opponents usually die miserably."

Lugna retracted his gaze and looked at Philen.

He confirmed Shutark's strength.

The young warrior who fought against Linie was no match for Linie at all.

As if relieved, Lugena looked at Philen: "There is another question."

"Where is Fulilian?"

They looked at each other for only two seconds.

Philen said: "She escaped from the city."

"Because you killed the jailer guards."

[Objective, beautiful, perfect, this answer is very official. ]

[Philen is just stating the facts. ]

[She went out of the city to kill Aura. ]

[Philen did not lie, but she only told half the truth. ]

"Count Granat also said that killing guards is a serious crime." Philen said to Lugen: "It will be punished by death."

"Death penalty?" Lugen's tone was unexpected.

Based on his understanding of Fulilian, Fulilian is not like such a person.

"How could that woman run away just because of the death penalty?"

Lugna turned around and strolled leisurely, pacing to the side while thinking, "She hates the demons to the core."

"She hates them so much that she even taught her apprentice the magic to kill the demons."

Firen's eyes followed Lugna's figure.

Seeing that he had his back to her, he was even confident of winning.

She retracted her eyes and looked to the other side.

Not far from her, the staff fell to the ground.

Lugna's hand, rubbing his chin, was thinking about Fulilian's whereabouts: "This kind of person can't run away."

"She must have some purpose."

There was a sound of 'whoosh'.

Lugna looked up and stopped thinking.

"It's Lord Aura." Lugna figured it out.

Firen took the staff.

At the same time, a sound like glass breaking was heard behind him.

Lugna felt that his blood magic was broken.

At this time.

Philen has landed on the ground, standing behind Lugna.

Holding the staff in one hand, she points directly at Lugna's back.

"Please don't move."

[So fast? Philen's movements are so fast. ]

[Lugna can feel the magic power, magicians and monsters can feel it, and the tip of Philen's staff has condensed magic power. ]

[Philen used to hold the staff with both hands, but her left shoulder is injured. ]

[She is really polite.】

"Do you know where Ms. Flillian went?" Philen reminded.

"It's a waste of effort..."

Lucena heard the tone of the little girl, as if she was warning him.

Flillian has already killed Aura's demon army.

With Aura's current strength and the demon army with an absolute number.

Even if Flillian is the elf magician who has killed the most demons.

But Flillian went alone, and she was no longer surrounded by the strong brave teammates of the past.

Now.

Just using the demon army alone can drag her to death.

"You didn't kill me by mistake, right?" Philen asked Lugna directly.

Just now, Philen could feel the evil taste that belonged only to the demons.

"You just want to retaliate because I suddenly attacked you."

Over the years, under Flillian's teaching.

Philen has a clear understanding of the demons.

"You have a strong sense of self-esteem and look down on others."

"Even now, you don't regard us, or anyone other than Ms. Fulilian, as a threat."

Firen thought that no matter before or just now, Lugna still didn't take her and Hughtalk seriously.

"So you even showed your weakness to me."

"At such a close distance, I can shoot through your heart."

Firen held the hand on the staff, ready to use magic at any time.

"If you have the guts, try it. Before that, you will be beheaded." Lugna said indifferently.

Firen thought quickly in her mind, her current qualifications to fight Lugna.

The two of them were deadlocked here.

[Hiss, a duel between magicians. ]

[Lugna was injured, half of his body was blasted through, and Philen was also hit hard. ]

At this time.

The scene changed.

On the grass, the huge sheep-headed monster slowly dissipated after death.

Ms. Fulilian, have I been useful? "Phiren's voice sounded.

"Why do you ask this?" Fulilian obviously didn't understand.

Phiren walked on the grass, seeming a little unconfident: "I'm not like you, I can't perfectly manipulate magic."

"Because you haven't lived as long as me." Fulilian replied, "You can't catch up with me."

Phiren stopped, looked at the monsters around him like a flock of sheep, and fell to the ground.

"Is that so..."

"But this is limited to magic and technology." Fulilian stood up and looked at Philen, "I often give you the job of fighting monsters."

"Right?"

"Yes, you forced it on me this time too." Philen complained calmly.

"Sorry."

Flilian looked at Philen, "You come to fight, and it will end faster."

She turned around, looked at Philen seriously, and praised him generously:

"Because your spellcasting speed is faster than mine. "

[Feren's spellcasting speed is faster than Fulilian's!]