Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 406: Illusion

A huge canopy like a sky began to cover everyone's heads. It extended from the top of their heads in all directions in a small downward arc. The border was like a piece of burning paper, leaving a burning mark that kept moving downward in people's vision.

When a very realistic but still slightly distorted feeling came over them, everyone woke up.

No, it should be said that this time the only spectator watching the show was Gavinrad.

Including Vereesa, everyone suddenly found that the scene they saw from the sky became a little psychedelic and hazy.

Illusion?

But this big?

The wide-area magic with a range of hundreds of meters is jaw-dropping.

Two wizards and a ranger almost showed their magical powers and rushed out of the range of the illusion. When Gavinrad saw this, he immediately jumped on his horse and ran out to watch the fun.

When they rushed out and looked back, everyone's mouths, which were already slightly open due to shock, immediately opened as wide as possible.

What did they see?

The huge deep mark that was dug out by the dragon when it fell just now disappeared, and what was seen was just a muddy road in the swamp that could not be more ordinary.

The dragon corpses that were originally piled up like a small hill and were an eyesore now looked like a real hill.

As if God was helping Duke, a drizzle of rain began to fall from the sky. It seemed that in a short while, the strong smell of burning and the unique fishy smell of dragon blood would be diluted.

Gavinrad was relieved when he saw this scene. Unexpectedly, the expressions of the two wizards around him became even more nervous.

"Not good." Rhonin screamed out.

Only the wizard himself knows the limitations of illusions. The larger and more complex the illusion scene, the more it tests the caster's skills.

If, for example, a heavy rain poured down and there was not even a drop of water in the area where the illusion was located, then unless the observer was a fool, then the trick would definitely be exposed.

Rhonin screamed and Marian clenched her fists nervously.

Once again they couldn't believe their eyes.

What is that?

The heavy rain from the sky poured down, and dense and long rain lines fell to the ground.

It doesn't have the unstable feeling of low-level illusion that becomes blurry and trance-like at the first touch.

It's not as rigid and inflexible as the mid-level illusion that accepts everything, whether it's raining or sandy, without making a sound.

They only saw that after the raindrops fell into the realm of illusion, from the outside they still seemed to be falling naturally, dripping onto the ground, splashing small water droplets, and dripping into the puddles in the swamp, causing small ripples.

And those are not rigid and identical water waves. They will affect each other and form ripples of different sizes.

The four were stunned.

Gavinrad still didn't believe it, so he stood at the border of the illusion with his hands on his hips, looking left and right. It was verified that Duke had exaggeratedly simulated almost everything with the illusion. Most of the things inside and outside were the same, except for the traces of fire and shoveling, and the huge dragon corpse.

At this moment, a rapid dragon roar was heard from the sky.

It was not an intimidation or a demonstration, but more like a summons.

"Come in quickly." Duke waved his hand, and the four of them immediately ran back into the realm of illusion.

Just in case, they found a place under the shade of a tree next to a small hill and hid as much as possible. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Looking up, I saw several black dots on the skyline growing rapidly. After a few breaths, I could vaguely see these big red guys that broke through the dark clouds.

The people who came were naturally the dragon riders of the Dragonmaw Clan of the Horde. They rode their giant dragons and circled around Duke's head in a radius of several kilometers.

They seemed to be shouting something, but unfortunately they were too far away to hear clearly.

Vereesa's tall elven ears moved, and relying on the power given to her by the wind, she whispered everything she heard.

Vereesa is actually a language genius. She doesn't understand dragon language or orc language, but she can perfectly repeat the whispers of the dragons and the shouts of the orcs.

Duke knows Orcish, so after translation, it becomes:

"Didn't Orlando's dragon just now announce that there was a strong enemy here? How come neither the man nor the dragon can be seen?"

"Could it be that he ran away?" another orc cavalryman replied.

"That should be it. There are no signs of fighting around here. If these big guys we are riding start fighting, they can be seen from miles away."

This is what the orcs discussed.

The Dragon language translated by Marianne is another version:

"Be careful, he can't handle the signal sent by Gezira. Gezira is already the strongest among the three generations of dragons. If he's not careful, he might have been killed."

"Are the enemies really that terrible? Don't underestimate humans and high elves. Although most of them are weak, the strongest among them are also capable of threatening the life of our Queen."

The giant dragon circled in the sky for several times but found nothing. Most of the red dragons flew away first. Only one dragon, under the command of the orcs, reluctantly lowered its altitude and flew over the nearby swamp at an altitude of about 100 meters above the ground.

Most dragons don't care about anything other than their own interests. Obviously, this female red dragon is not like that. On the ground, a hill attracted her attention. Even though she was controlled, she still tried to distract herself and her anger with various things, such as appreciating the beautiful mountains and rivers.

Unconsciously, she had clearly memorized the topography of the entire wetland.

She was absolutely sure that there was no hill here two days ago.

She started to move closer.

A dragon's nose is more sensitive than most dogs. She couldn't feel it when she was flying high in the sky, but when she arrived, she could smell the faint smell of blood and the smell of burnt earth by the flames.

However, there was no sign of fighting anywhere.

An instinctive sense of crisis made her secretly adjust the trajectory of her flight, deviating from the planned Road. If the opponent really killed Gezira, who was known as the most powerful of the three generations of dragons, in such a short time, then crashing into him would only be a waste of food.

The mother dragon's caution saved her life.

That's right, she was originally flying straight towards the dead body of the Gezira. She secretly deviated a little and ended up passing by the edge of Duke's illusion field.

Most red dragons prefer melee combat, but there are also geniuses like Krasus. The little female dragon found something wrong the moment she brushed past the illusion. She turned her yellow eyes slightly through the illusion and saw the remains of Gezira and a human wizard smiling at her under the shade of a tree.

No, there was more than one mage. She saw at least three mages, a paladin, and a ranger.