Chapitre 215: Untitled

—grnnnnnn

—grnnnn

—Roar!!!!!!!

In the dark cloak of Trafalgar forest, three figures danced a chaotic dance around the shiloutte of a young man with brown hair and eyes as dark as the night itself.

To an outsider, this would look like the strong bullying the weak as the young man was but a beginner level 3 warlock going against three level 4 great warlocks.

But the longer one looked, the easier it was to reconsider this opinion.

"Octagonal life pillar"

With a wave of the hand, the young man with black eyes would form rays of light from the ground up impeding the movements of his attackers.

He wasn't as strong as these guys put together at this moment, but he had the technical skill to keep himself ontop them.

"Diee!!"

This very fact pissed Victoria off. The bastard was pretty much running away from their attacks as there was little they could do about it.

This was of course by design.