Even Morteris himself did not expect that his legs would be so agile one day. He had lost control of his body after being hit by the Mind Magic. Now, he ran like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins. Although he was already in his sixties, he could still run as fast as some young lads. It took the old man less than three and a half minutes to run all the way from the stone steps to the place where the crystal wall had shattered. However, the price he had to pay was an irregular heartbeat, and he almost fainted.
By the time he reached the place, the team of seventh-grade Paladins that came to rescue him had already been annihilated. Fortunately, he still had his last trump card. When Rob appeared on the stone steps, the Shadow Stalker also disappeared. Unlike Paladins, the Shadow Stalker was originally a profession that could hide in the dark, and a head-on confrontation was not his forte. Hence, when danger befell him, his first choice was to enter the state of stealth. His original plan was to patiently wait for the other party to reveal a flaw so that he could launch a sneak attack.
And he had indeed waited for such an opportunity. A Magician could not stop casting spells at will, so when Rob reconstructed the two Fire Dragons, it meant that the Shadow Stalker had ushered in the best opportunity for a sneak attack.
However, Dean did not make a move until the end of the spell. In this short period of time, the Shadow Stalker's forehead was already covered in sweat. The sixth sense that he had cultivated from years of wandering between life and death told him that if he had really taken out his scimitar at that moment, he would have been the one to fall in the end.
This was the first time that Dean had encountered a high-level Magician who did not cast any defensive magic on himself during a battle, especially when he had already exposed his existence. His opponent clearly knew that a high-level Shadow Stalker was nearby, but he still chose not to put up any defensive magic.
Either this guy in front of him was a reckless lunatic, or he was confident that he could complete the incantation of a spell and put up a high-level defensive magic shield the moment he was attacked. But … Was there really a Magician in this world who could do that?
Logic told Dean that it was impossible, but when he was about to draw out the scimitar at his waist, the young man on the stone steps glanced at the place where he was hiding out of the corner of his eye.
Although it was just a simple glance, the warning contained in it was very strong.
Was it a coincidence? In that instant, Dean felt a bone-piercing chill. He was very confident in his concealment skills. In this aspect, the black-clothed assassin from before couldn't compare to him at all. Before the assassin launched his sneak attack, Dean had already locked onto the assassin's position and exposed his identity. Dean didn't expect that it would be his turn so soon.
This guy … just what was his background?
Perhaps even Dean himself did not realize that he had developed a sense of fear towards that person, which was why he eventually gave up on the plan to ambush that person and changed his plan to rescue the old bishop.
He appeared in front of the crystal wall and grabbed Mortaris, who was enjoying his exercise, by the waist. Then, he planned to use his speed to leap in front of the Magician shrouded in black smoke. However, the next moment, he saw the mockery in the Magician's eyes.
"Yo, it seems like we're being looked down upon."
The magician in the black smoke raised his wand and drew a mysterious symbol in the air. Dean's heart tightened and he focused his mind. He unsheathed the scimitar at his waist and took a defensive stance, carefully guarding against the magic attack that was about to follow.
But in the end, nothing happened.
"Hey, don't be so nervous. I was just fooling you just now. I haven't attacked yet." The other party said with a smile. Coupled with the "I was fooling you, bite me if you dare" expression on his face, the Shadow Stalker was very angry.
However, this was not the time to be angry. Although there was an element of a sneak attack, the guy in front of him could single-handedly annihilate a team of well-trained level-7 Holy Knights. Obviously, he was also an expert. Moreover, there was a fearsome young man behind him. In such a situation, Dean knew that he had no chance of winning at all.
The opponent this time was too strong, so his only goal was to escape with Mortaris.
Dean was very confident that as long as he was determined to leave this place, no one could stop him.
The next moment, the Shadow Stalker's figure gradually faded as if he was going to become one with the night. This was the Profession Talent of the Shadow Stalker, which allowed him to distort the surrounding light and enter the blind spots of others. It was one of the top stealth skills in the world, and this was also the reason why the Shadow Stalker was known as the King of Darkness.
This was also the source of Dean's confidence. Previously, when he was fighting against Joel, he actually did not use his full strength. Even at the end, he held back a little. This stemmed from the combat habits that he had maintained for a long time in order to deal with this kind of situation.
And this time, he finally unleashed all the power contained in his body. His originally unbelievably fast speed was increased to another level, and his body completely turned into an afterimage while he ran. At the same time, he also interspersed his movements in the process of running. This was to prevent the magician from locking on to him.
This was not Dean's first time fighting a high-level magician. He was experienced, calm, and not greedy. Even though he had a high chance of successfully injuring the magician who was shrouded in black smoke in this state, he resisted the temptation in his heart in the end, and only brushed past the magician.
This was because he knew that once he entered the state of attack, his movements would inevitably pause, and it was very likely that the terrifying magician behind him would find an opening.
This time, Dean was really careful and cautious, and did almost everything he could.
However, in the next moment, he saw a scene that scared him out of his wits. In the process of running, his legs strangely fell off from his body, and his body was still swept forward under the effect of inertia. Everything happened too quickly, and his blood did not even have time to gush out.
The magician who was shrouded in black smoke sighed. "I told you not to look down on others." After saying that, he put away his staff and walked in front of Dean. At this moment, he had completely turned into a demon in Dean's eyes.
"Do you have any last words?"
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