Seeing all the ghosts under his command being slaughtered, Hans had no time to feel distressed, knowing that he might be the next to suffer misfortune.
Hans turned around as fast as he could and ran away as hard as he could. He would rather fight a powerful swordsman or magician than face an opponent who had unleashed a forbidden skill from the abyss. After taking off his magic robe, his appearance is similar to that of zombies. The difference is that he has an immortal soul and strong spiritual power, and can release all kinds of undead magic. As far as he knows, in the abyss of the undead, All fighting methods of evil spirits are based on destroying the enemy's spirit body. Since the opponent in front of him can release spiritual roar, he must have other skills. What if his soul is destroyed? What's the difference between them and zombies then? Not even as good as zombies. Because he knows zombies, Hans is more afraid of becoming like that than normal people.
Perhaps because An Fei has been using hand-to-hand combat, Hans overlooked something that should not be ignored. The so-called magic swordsman has the word "magic" in front of the word "sword".
After flying dozens of meters, Hans suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked back, An Fei also released his floating technique and followed closely behind him, and the distance was getting closer and closer. Although it is also a levitation technique, the flying speed of the great magician Thor is not comparable to that of ordinary magicians, because there is a huge gap in magic power, mental power, and proficiency in magic. An Fei's magic power is not high, but His ability to control elements has reached the point of perfection, and his flying speed is much faster than Hans. If An Fei is like a sprinting eagle, then Hans is at best like a little sparrow running for his life.
Hans felt his scalp numb. If his skin still had the ability to wick away sweat, he would have broken out in a cold sweat. He screamed and turned around, releasing all his magic power. At the same time, he lowered his height and dived diagonally toward the ground. .
Hans just turned around and suddenly reacted. I wish I could slap myself on the spot, you know, I am a great necromancer! He has countless ways to interfere with the enemy's flying speed, and he can use one or two at will. That's enough to get yourself out of trouble.
Hans mustered up the courage and turned around again, but he almost stayed there. All his countless methods were meaningless at this moment. An invisible giant net composed of more than twenty large fireballs had already rushed towards him.
Some large fireballs are slow, some are relatively fast, some are fired upwards, and some are fired underneath Hans. According to this angle, most of the fireballs would not be able to hit him, but Hans had a strange feeling. All fireballs will never fail.
Seeing that there is no way out. Hans had to fight hard. He first released a bone shield and then a magic shield. Finally, he threw a bone spear with his backhand. Unfortunately, a bone spear seemed a little too small compared to dozens of fireballs. Hans still had a sense of luck, because he had never seen anyone release magic like this before. The advanced high-level magician can indeed cast fireballs instantly, but it is impossible to release dozens of them at once. The fireballs also have a cooling time. Although the enemy's magic attacks are scary, Hans believes that the fireballs behind them are powerful. It will definitely be greatly reduced. With my own shield and magic shield, I should be able to block it.
In line with his expectation, all the fireballs gathered together and exploded on him almost in no particular order. To his surprise, the magic shield he released was instantly defeated, followed by the bone shield, and finally His body was blown into countless pieces by the fireball, like a blooming firework.
An Fei swiped the fire sword in his hand, and the bone spear shot from the air was shattered. Then his figure stood still in the air and his eyes closed slightly. Making the fire sword used up most of his magic power, and with the battle just now, his already weak magic power was exhausted, but fortunately he could enter deep meditation at any time. Moreover, he has to repeat this cycle of depleting his magic power, replenishing it with meditation, depleting his magic power again, and replenishing it again, more than ten times a day, and has developed a natural habit. A moment later, when An Fei opened his eyes again, most of his magic power had been replenished.
An Fei's eyes fell on Susanna in the distance. Susanna was like an extremely tough lone reef. Despite the undead knights attacking one after another, attacking with attack and not retreating, Susanna was hit by a black wave. Swallowed by the waves, the next moment, the golden light will bloom again, appearing between heaven and earth in an extremely dazzling way.
An Fei's eyesight was astonishingly strong. From such a distance, he could actually see the beads of sweat coming out of the tip of Susanna's nose. Obviously, Susanna was not dealing with it easily. An Fei frowned slightly. It's not that Susanna didn't show her strength. The current situation was caused by two reasons. One was Susanna's inherent fighting method, and the other was the specific opponent.
The undead knights have inherited the style of their lifetime, and their impact is extremely fierce.
The fighting spirit is gone, but the advantages of the undead power make up for the lack of fighting spirit. He Mingli is so tenacious that if you cut off the head of a zombie, the zombie will die on the spot, but the headless undead knight can still fight unless Blast them to pieces, otherwise they will rise again. And Susanna's swordsmanship is very open and close, and she always embodies a kind of hard-hitting and unobstructed momentum. When encountering a strong force, she becomes stronger and more aggressive. In this way, she can deal with the unconscious undead knight who is not afraid of life and death. She is innately capable. Suffered a loss.
It seemed that it was necessary to teach Susanna another kind of swordsmanship. An Fei had an idea in his mind. It was not that he had never thought about it before, but Susanna was an indispensable main force in the team, and habits could not be changed easily, otherwise there would be great dangers. There may be a major setback in overall strength. An Fei suffered a lot when he was a boy. Originally he practiced fast boxing, and later he practiced the big silk hand. When he was sparring with his father, looking at the enlarged fist in front of him, he often didn't know whether he should block or use it. The capture was hesitant and failed, and the situation was painful for more than half a year. This situation only improved after I became completely proficient in the big silk winding hand.
Suddenly, a change caught An Fei's attention. The five necromancers who rushed before had come into contact with the mercenary group. Although the holy light released by the Scroll of Salvation was enough to pose a fatal threat to them, it did not prevent them from Release magic outside the range of the Holy Light. What's more, the number of magicians on the opposite side is just larger, but unfortunately there are no high-end professions that can cause huge damage. If they pick any one out and challenge them, they are absolutely sure, so they launched the attack arrogantly.
Coincidentally, none of these necromancers are degenerates. The so-called degenerates refer to magicians from other departments who were seduced by the power of the undead, willingly degenerated, and finally became undead creatures. For magic to flourish, magic academies in various places are indispensable. After a complete set of training and screening procedures, talents can be tapped to the maximum extent. In fact, necromancers also have their own academies, and they only rely on voluntary fallen people to pass on necromancy magic. It simply cannot scale.
The students of the School of Necromancer are orphans or abducted children collected from various places. The talents they want are screened out, and after a long period of brainwashing, they are turned into necromancers when they reach adulthood. In their understanding, the existence of undead creatures is reasonable and noble, and those flesh and blood creatures are all aliens that need to be eliminated or transformed.
After completing their studies, magicians and swordsmen have to go out and practice to develop their ability to deal with others and gain combat experience. However, the necromancer does not have such an opportunity. Go out and practice? It's better to say that he is going to be killed. What these necromancers did was something that even the famous Anacita did not dare to do, provoking a large-scale magic group!
The magic group of the Grand Alliance has been formed for some time, and has established a certain tacit understanding in terms of techniques and tactics. When the bone spear flew over, the magicians waiting for the order released their magic at the same time.
Silver snakes danced all over the sky, and streaks of lightning tore through the sky, pouring down crazily. The roar of thunder could almost break people's eardrums. Not to mention the necromancers who were attacked, all the mercenaries couldn't help but cover themselves. ears and a look of pain on his face.
No magic group can be tolerated. The reason why the Allison Empire's Dark Moon Magic Legion is feared is because it has nearly a thousand magicians who obey orders. Together, they release magic that can make the world change their colors. They are invincible, and even the most powerful ones will be turned into dust by their group attacks.
The few necromancers were stunned by this extremely spectacular scene. Only one necromancer reacted and took out the magic scroll from the space ring with a cramp-like movement. His judgment was correct, no matter what kind of magic they released. Neither the shield nor the magic shield can resist hundreds of ordinary lightning spells.
A ghost dragon appeared out of thin air. It was not the real ghost dragon, but the incarnation of the ghost dragon. Although its attack and defense capabilities were less than half, fortunately, its body was big enough, and its open bone wings held Several necromancers were protecting him below.
A loud bang like a thunderbolt exploded, and hundreds of lightning strikes neatly hit the ghost dragon. The ghost dragon twisted in pain, and cracks of various sizes, as dense as a spider web, appeared on its body and bone wings.
The necromancer was not injured, but the magicians were not. Because there was a gap in grade, the two magicians in the group were hit by bone spears and fell down screaming.
Bravi's eyes were red at that time. Every magician is a precious treasure. This sentence is engraved on the door of every magic academy, inspiring people to study hard. Even students receive enough attention. Not to mention the magicians under his command who have already embarked on a journey of experience.