A few light red sparkles entered the battlefield leisurely. w_w_w.quan_ben.c_o_mThese small sparkles were so inconspicuous that no one even noticed them on the scorching battlefield. Even when these few sparkles turned into a thin red mist that enveloped the entire battlefield, few people had the time to pay attention to it. The intelligence of the flying dragons is not enough for them to distinguish what this red mist is, but the holy knights have no time to care about it. When they are besieged by dozens of flying dragons, the price of every distraction may be death. .
This is a very common level five magic: Fog of Madness. People or creatures who inhale the mist often fall into madness, bloodlust, or chaos. But this kind of large-scale magic often has little effect on characters with strong fighting spirit or magic power. Karajan, for example, was completely unaffected as he walked back and forth in the fog. Karajan's law enforcers had high magic resistance and were completely unmoved. Only one holy knight was unlucky. After inhaling the mist, he only felt the blood in his body was hot and the fighting spirit in his heart was high! He roared angrily, his eyes turned blood red, and he jumped out of the square formation and rushed into the group of flying dragons. Suddenly, his combat power increased greatly, and two swords pierced the neck of a bipedal flying dragon.
At this moment, this seemingly ordinary magic is actually extremely sinister. Karajan soon discovered this, but it was too late.
Under the fog of madness, no matter what state the flying dragons fell into, their combat effectiveness would increase dramatically. The holy knight who rushed out of the formation was torn to pieces by the flying dragons in the blink of an eye. The phalanx, which was already in turmoil, could collapse at any time now. Except for the Jungle Ranger in the center, all eight people in the formation were injured, and all of them looked green.
Karayang was anxious and angry, and let out a long roar. He no longer cared about the consumption of fighting spirit, and the holy light on the long sword flourished, condensing into white flames! He paused in the air, shouted loudly, and swung a cross-shaped sword energy, cutting the two bipedal flying dragons in front of him into several pieces alive, and also cut off one of the wings of another unlucky guy. !
After this sword pass, the fighting spirit on Karayang dimmed a lot. But the flying dragons were frightened by the power of his sword and instinctively started to shrink back.
Suddenly, a small black shadow passed through Karajan's sight, and his heart tightened. This small black shadow was swift and agile, flying straight towards the Jungle Ranger.
"Hewitt! Get out of the way!" Karajan yelled.
The Jungle Ranger was not at a low level, and he jumped up immediately after hearing the words. However, the black shadow nimbly turned upward in the air, pounced on the ground, and penetrated his thigh more than an inch deep. This black shadow turned out to be a short arrow. As soon as the Bushranger's muscles exerted force, the short arrow was squeezed out.
Karajan felt relieved. Just when he was thinking that the power of this short arrow was not very good, he saw that the jungle ranger suddenly became stiff and fell heavily from the air. When he landed, his face had completely turned purple-black.
This little short arrow turned out to be unparalleledly poisonous!
Karajan roared angrily, and when he glanced around, he saw two more ghost-like black figures sticking to the ground and attacking his men. His figure flashed, and he knocked down a short arrow with his sword, but the other one could not be stopped. When his men saw such a poisonous tracking magic short arrow coming, they all tried their best to dodge, and before they knew it, the formation had broken up.
Screams arose one after another on the battlefield, and the holy knights who dispersed their formation were no longer a match for the flying dragon. Karajan's eyes were bloodshot, and he was killing crazily, trying to gather his men together. His ears suddenly caught a familiar, low chanting sound.
At this moment, the hair on his neck stood up.
A faint green ball of light flew towards him, it was the decomposition technique that caused him great suffering. Karajan's heart skipped a beat. Fortunately, a decomposition technique wasn't too difficult to deal with. He quickly shuttled back and forth in the battlefield, followed by the green ball of light. He rushed in front of a flying dragon, suddenly froze, and then his figure appeared behind the flying dragon.
The unlucky wyvern screamed, turned into specks of light, and disappeared into thin air.
Karayang sneered, looked back, and was stunned.
Without his rescue, all his men would have become dead souls under the claws of the flying dragon. Karajan was furious, but he had not lost his mind. It was too dangerous to fight these thirty bipedal flying dragons alone when there was a magician who could release the decomposition technique. He is a noble descending angel, and he will never make fun of his own life for such a humble person! What's more, he has a more important mission here!
This forest that has existed since ancient times is full of towering ancient trees. Trees two meters thick and dozens of meters high can be seen everywhere. In this bipedal dragon's territory, all the small shrubs around the ancient trees have been cleared away. Originally, in this kind of forest, it was difficult for shrubs to compete with these ancient trees for nutrients and sunlight, so they were sparse.
Karajan would be at a disadvantage when fighting in this environment. However, what he still couldn't figure out was that the flying dragon looked like an enemy when he saw him. Why could the fat pig hide in the battlefield unharmed and still cast magic unscrupulously? Are all the wyverns deaf and blind
Lord Karajan assessed the situation and finally decided that it would be better to withdraw first. He launched a set of intensive sword skills, sword light flew around him, and his movements were as fast as lightning, weaving in and out among the tall bipedal flying dragons, and escaped from the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
There was a soft sound behind him, and an arrow of burning magic flames struck through the air. Karayang cursed angrily and swung his sword to block him. But the real danger is yet to come.
A sweet, low female voice sounded in the forest, seeming to be chanting a curse or praying, but the meaning of the language used was unclear. When Karayang heard this, his body froze suddenly, and he could hardly believe his ears.
A strange scream sounded in the forest, and Karayang felt a gray shadow flash before his eyes. He instinctively summoned up all his fighting spirit and swung his sword with all his might! There was a loud noise, and a bone spear was blocked by him. The bone spear didn't stop, and it stabbed an ancient tree next to it!
Karajan stood still with his sword in hand, waiting for the next wave of attacks. If he heard correctly just now, if it was the bone spear thrown by the owner of that voice, then his real crisis was right in front of him.
Whoosh! Three screams sounded one after another. Karayang swung his long sword with lightning and chopped off a bone spear. With this force, he quickly retreated, and the other two bone spears flew past his body.
With a bang, a fireball exploded where he was standing, a heat wave rolled over, and his head was scorched. Karayang was a little panicked. It was difficult for him to deal with this mysterious figure, but now there is a Rogge hiding on the battlefield! I don't have much fighting spirit left. If I delay any longer, I will definitely die.
He made a quick decision, turned around and ran away.
Whoosh! There were three more howls. Three bone spears flew up and down to pursue Karajan. Karajan barely dodged two of them, and tried to push away the third one with his sword. At this moment, a hot, smelly light blue breath came from the side. Karayang's chest suddenly suffocated, and he felt a strong force coming from the sword. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. There was actually something in the blood. Pale blue spots.
Karajan held his breath, threw it hard, and the sword flew into the bushes, and then quickly went away.
You can let him escape! "Rogge, who couldn't catch up, sighed. He grabbed the hilt of Karayang's sword with both hands and pulled it out from Grigori's body.
Grigori was nailed to the ground by Karajan's sword just now, and he felt very humiliated. Just then, a bipedal flying dragon rushed over without thinking, and its resentment immediately found its source. Grigory bared his teeth at it fiercely, his eyes glowing red. The bipedal flying dragon panicked, its legs gave way, and it immediately collapsed on the ground, trembling.
Gregory was elated. Among the Dragon Clan, the Demonic Dragon Clan is the small group standing at the top of the pyramid. And what about the wyvern? Obviously they are the poor people on the pedestal. Its natural dragon power has a special bonus effect on these low-level creatures that have some of the benefits of dragon blood. Although it is only a bone dragon now, and it is still a very low-level bone dragon, but even so, in terms of dragon bloodline, Gregory is much nobler than the two-legged flying dragon in front of him.
It suddenly remembered that it still had a mission, so it let go of the poor wyvern and plunged into the jungle. There was a rumble, and there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the woods.
The two-legged flying dragon waited for a long time after Gregory left before he dared to stand up and showed a fierce look towards Rogge again. Rogge smiled faintly. It seems that bullying good and fearing evil is part of the nature of living things. Rogge's eyes lit up, and his mental power affected the magic energy. He quickly drew several magic symbols in the air and attached them to himself.
The flying dragon advanced a few steps, and suddenly felt the power of Rogge's 'Cloak of Fear' magic, and was so frightened that Canghuang immediately ran away. Rogge chuckled, this level 4 magic is still very practical. It can produce an effect similar to the fear spell on creatures that are close to and hostile to itself. The magic fluctuations produced are much smaller than those of fear. It is a magic suitable for sneak attacks in secret. What's more, Gregory had been lying next to him just now, and the bone dragon's faint dragon power was enough to make any bipedal flying dragon stay away from Rogge's hiding place.
There was a sound of breeze blowing in the forest, and the gun glided out and landed gracefully on the ground.
After a long absence, I almost didn't recognize her when I summoned the character for the first time.
On ***'s head is a dark black, full-face helmet, decorated with devil's wings. On the front of the helmet is a mask, decorated with a ferocious devil face. She was wearing a half-breastplate, with natural flame patterns spreading from her chest. There are separate armors on the elbows, knees, etc., and the exposed parts of the body are either protected by natural scales or have huge bone spurs.
Only her hands were delicate and beautiful. The skin is as smooth as glass, and the fingertips are covered with nails that shine with a faint silver light. Rogge had never seen such a perfect pair of hands, but he knew the horror of these hands. ***The silver fingertips are simply indestructible. Behind this terrifying power is the essence of countless undead creatures from other worlds that have been absorbed and condensed.
Maybe the more beautiful it is, the more terrifying it is? Rogge suddenly had such a strange idea.
But the summons was successful, and the joy instantly overwhelmed everything.
Grigori emerged from the woods with his seven-bone spear in his mouth. Then it lay down at ***'s feet, wagging its tail in a fawning way. For Gregory, great power is everything. Since the master is so powerful, of course, it is still a little bit less powerful than when it was a dragon, but now that I am so weak, I have to flatter my master hard, and I am not afraid of being disgusting, even if I wag my tail like a kobold. what is the relationship
"It's better to let that Karajan run away and injure him somewhat. Gregory's poison is enough for him." Rogge directly communicated with *** through telepathy. He wasn't sure if *** could speak, although he was extremely surprised that she suddenly had a body. But he didn't want to ask, and he didn't dare to ask. He had never heard of such an enigmatic magician's pet.
He felt that his relationship with *** had become very strange. It seemed that the original summons turned into asking her for help.
"That angel is very powerful. Without these bipedal dragons, we are no match for him. Gregory's poison is very harmful, and his energy is difficult to recover. Next time we see him, he will definitely die."*** The response was succinct.
Rogge frowned and thought that there was another angel, Charisma. The people in front of them are only one-tenth of their manpower. There are only about thirty adult dragons left in this group of bipedal flying dragons. It seems that in order to deal with these people, we have to find new opportunities. It doesn't matter, I have time to spend with them! "
"Then I'm going back. Those two angels, one for you and one for me. I want to pick first!" *** said this and took Gregory back to the other world.
Rogge chuckled and licked his lips.
He looked carefully at Karajan's sword, the angel's weapon, it shouldn't be much different, right
This sword did not disappoint him, it was obviously blessed by very pure holy power. The whole body of the sword was faintly flashing with milky white light, and the light was mixed with traces of golden threads. The sacred aura on the long sword was simply rushing towards the face. This long sword is not only extremely sharp, but it also obviously has a bonus effect on certain sacred magics. Its power should be even more amazing when dealing with undead creatures.
Thinking that Gregor was easily pierced by this sword, Rogge couldn't help but secretly feel lucky to hide far enough, otherwise it would be very difficult to be stabbed by Karajan.
Rogge swung his sword to chop wood, made a rough scabbard, tied the long sword around his waist, and turned around to go to the battlefield to kill people and money. Karajan and his forwards are all elites in the church. Who doesn't have one or two pieces of magic equipment? Today's Rogge is no longer the rich man he once was, with the backing of two masters, Faith and Wu Huan. These equipments are nothing more than providing help in times of need to the poor fat man!
As for the holy power attached to the weapon, that's easy to deal with. After several hardships, Rogge has perfected his mental protection, and his mental power is evenly distributed in the skin. Now it's okay for him to fish for pearls in the holy water with his bare hands. A sword or even a piece of sacred equipment is no longer a problem. The only regret is that he can't use some magic or skills with sacred attributes attached to the equipment.
Another world.
The devil and her servants fell from the sky and landed in a small valley.
There is a broken stone tablet standing at the entrance of the valley. The original pattern engraved on it has been scraped off, replaced by a pair of wings and seven weapons arranged in a fan shape.
This is ***'s territory.
Not long ago, the owner here was a large mummy. Over the course of thousands of years, it has continuously absorbed energy, so that the cloth strips wrapped around it have become as hard as steel, and the focus of a large amount of magical energy has branded it with several huge magic symbols. As long as you approach it within a certain range, you will be constantly impacted by negative energies such as curses, weakness, fear, etc.
"That was such a tough battle!" Gregory, who was following behind ***, sighed with emotion.
As soon as *** and Grigori landed, there was a small commotion in the valley. Skeletons and zombies got up from the ground one after another. Several undead knights lined up on both sides of the road.
There is a clear hierarchy among undead creatures, and heroes are judged entirely based on their strength. Standing side by side with the Undead Knight are two zombie lords, followed by a dozen zombie warriors and mummies, and finally hundreds of the lowest level zombies and skeletons.
However, there were two other creatures standing at the front of the entire queue.
One is a tall black warrior wearing a black helmet and holding a two-handed giant sword. Under his helmet was a rough face, but his face was blue-black. Light cyan light flashed in his eyes, and two huge curved horns protruded from the sides of his helmet.
The other is a dark red flame bone demon. It was not tall, but its frame was extremely thick. It had three huge twisted horns on its head and several huge bone spurs on its back. It holds a huge hammer, and from time to time small streams of flames appear when the huge mouth opens and closes.
Seeing the ***, the Black Warrior and the Flame Bone Demon immediately fell to the ground. They didn't dare to stand up and follow the arrogant Grigory until he passed by in front of them.
Gregory was very excited that he could rank before the Black Warrior and the Flame Bone Demon. After this decision, the vain bone dragon's loyalty to his master immediately reached a new peak. The strength of these two creatures is now much stronger than the bone dragon. I forgot what day it was, but two powerful souls were transmitted from the master's master (although Gregory was very smart, he was somewhat confused about the relationship between the master and the fat man in another world). After that, the master spent a lot of effort to shape new bodies for the two souls. Paulus' soul formed the Dark Knight, and the Dwarf King became the Flame Bone Demon.
The Black Warrior is very smart. After it is reborn, it immediately submits to its master. The Flame Bone Demon is even stronger than the Black Warrior, and it actually tried to resist its master. That time, the master almost completely dismantled the Flame Bone Demon in just one minute. As a result, the Flame Bone Demon's energy was greatly reduced, and its strength was almost the same as that of the Black Warrior.
After witnessing that battle, Gregory couldn't help but feel grateful for his luck. He was so dizzy that time that he actually wanted to challenge his master. If his master dealt with him the same way he dealt with the Flame Bone Demon... Gregory didn't dare to think about it anymore.
At the end of the road is an ancient stone tomb more than ten meters high. The four-meter-high door was open, and it was dark inside.
*** walked into the stone gate, and the ancient tomb immediately became lively. Dozens of ghosts were flying around busily, working hard to illuminate the ancient tomb with a faint blue light.
After walking through a ten-meter-long corridor, there is a hall dozens of meters in diameter and nine meters high. At the end of the hall is a tall stone chair, and behind the stone chair is a sarcophagus split in half.
*** walked straight to the stone chair.
It was in this hall that day that *** led the Bone Dragon, Black Warrior and Flame Bone Demon to besiege the big mummy. Hundreds of subordinates from both sides: various low-level undead creatures were fighting to the death inside and outside the tomb.
The big mummy's defense was abnormally high, and it was almost immune to magic. Even if the *** could grab it with one claw, it could only tear off two strips of cloth. And the large mummy had layers upon layers of cloth, with more than twenty layers of cloth wrapped around it? Only the Fire Bone Demon's Fire Hammer can effectively damage it.
At the critical moment, the wings on the ***'s back spread wide, and an invisible barrier enveloped the mummy. The gravity suddenly increased several times, making its movements obviously slow down. The black warrior accidentally struck the sarcophagus with his sword, which suddenly made the big mummy nervous. *** keenly observed this, and under her order, the Black Warrior broke out of the battle and chopped down the sarcophagus with all his strength. *** led the flame bone demon and bone dragon to tightly entangle the big mummy.
The big mummy became obviously irritable. Gregory, who had been unable to exert any effect, stepped forward desperately, bit one of its feet, and dragged it tightly. Although it couldn't be hurt, with the Skull Dragon, the big mummy's movements still became as slow as a snail.
The sarcophagus was protected by a heavy magic barrier. The black warrior's sword struck down, causing light black ripples, but it was completely unable to harm the sarcophagus.
Later, it was replaced by the extremely powerful Flame Bone Demon. A sledgehammer could only knock off a few stone chips. Facing this huge two-meter-high sarcophagus, I don’t know when or what month it will take to break it.
There was a deadlock for a while.
*** took off the seven bone spears on his back and sat on the stone chair. The black warrior next to him took these bone spears respectfully and retreated into the shadow behind the chair. *** waved his hand, and the Flame Bone Demon exited the hall. Both the Dragon and the Black Warrior had their own separate rooms in this ancient tomb.
Gregory chose to lie down at ***'s feet. It instinctively feels safe around its strong owner. The Black Warrior and the Flame Bone Demon are both quite hostile to it. However, Gregory thought arrogantly, the subordinate that his master truly trusted was himself. He is also the only one who learned the swallowing skill from his master. Think about the history of the demon world. Aren't the people who fought with the great Demon Emperor to conquer the world tens of thousands of years ago now all the terrifying demons guarding their own side of the demon world? You can be considered as starting from scratch with your master, right? Although the master's power is not strong enough, her various mysterious abilities are something Gregory has never seen before.
Follow the master, the future is endless!
It secretly took a look at the sarcophagus that was broken into two halves, and couldn't help but feel cold.
No one was able to get the sarcophagus that day, but the big mummy finally struggled to return to his sarcophagus. The magic barrier on the sarcophagus echoes the magic patterns on its body, which actually greatly increases its strength, agility, and protection!
At the critical moment, *** reached out and grabbed a huge sickle out of thin air! The next moment, a flame ignited from the scythe, an invisible pressure spread to the entire valley, and waves of faint and low singing began to echo. All the undead creatures began to tremble inexplicably, and the lowest skeletons even began to disintegrate on their own! Even the big mummy was desperately trying to escape.
***The sickle is burning with milky white flames, and bursts of pure sacred breath are exuded in the beating flames.
A ray of milky white light crossed the entire hall...
The big mummy fell, and after a moment, the sarcophagus behind it suddenly burst out with bursts of magical light, and then split into two pieces.
This was the last time Gregory saw ***'s scythe.
Sitting on the stone chair, the woman rested her chin on her hands, wondering what she was thinking. Gregory was ready to seize the opportunity to flatter his master. And this time, he was ready to put some of his newfound flattery to use.
"Master, it seems that your current body has not exerted the strength you should have. Look, your body's strength now is actually not as strong as before. When you were a skeleton, your lines were so delicate and smooth, and your bones were It's so strong, even if I try my best to bite it, I will never leave even a tooth mark. You see, the new body you chose is ugly. Last time, I had the audacity to bite off a piece of it! From a combat perspective, Master, this body is far from capable of displaying your invincible strength!"
The wordy Bone Dragon was still going to chatter, but he was grabbed by the neck bone and thrown out of the hall. Gregory wailed in his heart and thought to himself: "Oh my God, this kind of flattery doesn't work! That damn ghost! Just wait for me! I have to swallow you when no one is around! You actually let me be If the master throws it out, if this revenge is not avenged, I...I will be a bone dragon for the rest of my life!"
The woman on the stone chair sighed softly and waved her hand, and the ghosts in the hall dispersed one by one.
The ancient tomb fell into darkness again. (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)