"He wants to escape, stop him quickly!"

Aware of rod's intention to evacuate, Andorra immediately scolded the mage on one side.

Eli was embarrassed. He could use the magic field to break the unformed portal. Neither the gate of time and space nor the gate of different dimensions at a higher level could be used in front of him. However, he seemed helpless about the unique ability of flame evasion, especially when rod used flame evasion, he also attached the ability of burning field.

The power of the fire spirit ball can suppress the burning field for the time being and suppress the flame concealment together, but he never thought that rod could pull out such a treasure as the ball of destruction. At this time, he was really helpless.

"We can't stop him from escaping. The question now is, do we want to launch a pursuit?" On one side, Escher understood the current situation and quickly analyzed it.

Wherever rod escapes, he will leave traces of spatial fluctuations. As long as he tracks away with the gate of different dimensions, he can pursue rod who escapes all the way.

Eli was silent, and the news of the attack on the rear came to his ears. He pursued rashly. If rod led him into a trap, he would bear greater losses. It is more important for the magic guild to appease the remaining bracadas than to pursue the enemy.

However, other mages did not think so: "the necromancer can't run away! He is afraid of our power and has been pushed back by us. We just need to work harder and kill him completely!"

"That's it. With Lord somla, we can solve him completely!"

Listening to the unwilling words of other mages, Escher remained silent first. After they had finished, he looked at Eli: "President Eli, what do you mean?"

Eli took a deep breath and finally made a decision: "give up the pursuit. I need all the members of the magic guild to strengthen the defense measures of the town of bracada."

"What?" Eli's words also attracted the dissatisfaction of a large number of mages. It was clearly the best opportunity to eliminate the dead mage. I didn't expect the president to give up in vain.

"What the president said is reasonable." Not far away, the mage prophet Olak echoed, "the dead mage showed the power to destroy the mage's town. If he is allowed to plunder down, the remaining towns are also in danger. We should stabilize the rear defense."

Eschar remained silent. This was the best time to weaken the president's influence, but thinking of the crazy necromancer and the precarious bracada, he finally changed his mind:

"I also agree with the president's proposal. In this battle, we successfully injured the barbarian Tanan, and those undead creatures are bound to have a lot of peace. What we need to do is to take advantage of this time to stabilize the rear defense and not give the undead mage another chance to raid."

Seeing the leaders of the magic guild say so, other mages can't complain even if they have opinions, so they have to act according to their wishes.

"The ball of destruction... I didn't expect this matter to be involved with the elemental monarch. Has evil spread to this extent?" After giving up the pursuit, Andorra murmured, and then said goodbye to Eli and others, "I need to feed back the situation to the scar and leave it to him to decide."

"Thank you for your assistance to bulakada." A group of mages thanked the angels one after another. If it weren't for their action, relying on those magic puppets alone would not be able to stop the attack of the necromancer.

Andorra shook his head and glanced at the nearby mage. Finally, he stopped on Eli for a moment and showed a meaningful look. Then he rose to the sky with other angels.

With a flash of fire, rod's body appeared on the boundless ocean.

After stopping for a moment and confirming that no mage came, rod crossed the space again and came to a poison marsh. After changing the location several times in succession and completely weakening the spatial fluctuation, rod came to his real destination.

It's a volcanic vein somewhere underground, surrounded by cave vampires. It's an important person to guard. Kalenda, a swordsman who forged the doomsday blade.

In order to better help the Legion members forge weapons, kalenda lives near this inflamed vein and quenches weapons with the help of volcanic inflammation. Perhaps the magma flowing here is not as good as the doomsday volcano in the depths of hell, but it is enough to forge weapons.

"Master, you're here at last! Not long ago, I felt a burst of blood shouting, and I was still worried about whether you were in danger..." when Rhode arrived, kalenda put down the weapon being forged and said eagerly.

Beside kalenda, many Legion members who helped fight knelt down one after another, and the sage Cedrus also stood up and saluted rod respectfully. Cedrus has profound alchemy knowledge, so rod arranged him here to cooperate with kalenda to forge practical treasures for Legion members, and the required materials will be supplemented by other Legion members.

Few of the undead legions had advanced alchemy knowledge, but rod believed that after the war of bracada, all this would change and the forging workshop behind the Legion could be completely formed.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now." Rod shook his head and said that the blood call felt by kalenda should be the result of the blood mage's blood resonance. "I need you to help me forge some treasures. That's the medal awarded to the bravest man in the Legion. Don't worry about the forging materials. My only concern is the final attribute of the medal."

After hearing rod's request, kalenda also discussed with Cedrus: "the medal... It's a very small treasure. I can only temper the embryo of the medal. You need to deal with the subsequent process."

Cedrus nodded: "if it is awarded to the bravest man, in order to enhance the effectiveness of the medal, I need to use large pieces of refined gold, the stone of the dark, and the tears of the Banshee to reconcile. In addition, I also need to make a set of molds in advance with tazisi iron."

"Tazis iron? The magma here can't melt it. We need a hotter flame. I'm afraid only the fire of hell can meet the demand. We have to move deeper underground." Kalenda seemed to think of something, added.

"Don't bother." Cedrus seemed to think of something and put his eyes on rod. "Master, please show your power in the field of burning and give us the hottest hell fire."

Rod glanced at him with great interest. Most of his other men didn't dare to put forward such requirements to themselves directly. As a sage, Cedrus didn't have any burden, which also gave rod a high look at him.

"Well, let me give you the fire of hell." Rod said slowly.