Lord of Spells from Faerûn

See these skeletons swarming up.

Not to be outdone, Tongluo blew on his chest and roared: "Moo~~~~~" and then rushed over. In his eyes, these fragile skeletons were not even worth taking out the big iron rod from his waist. , he wants to enjoy tearing apart these skeletons with his hands.

Apollo also excitedly rushed forward with his magic sword. These skeletons were also targets for him to torture.

The necromancer was naturally unwilling to see his skeleton being slaughtered. He chanted a spell in his mouth, strong negative energy gathered from his hands and pointed at the location of the copper furnace: "Negative energy explodes!"

Three-ring necromancy spell - negative energy burst.

Strong negative energy erupted at the position of the copper furnace. Apollo and the copper furnace were affected and were hit by the negative energy and flew to the wall. They vomited blood and some unknown curse was wrapped around them. The blood that was about to be vomited also turned black.

On the contrary, the undead within the explosion range were full of energy, and the dismantled skeletons were resurrected in place.

Imrik flashed in front of the two of them, raised a hand and pointed at the rushing skeletons. The powerful force field impact of the Ring of the Ram appeared again, knocking the skeletons away, leaving a blank space in the middle.

"Cure serious injuries." "Remove curse." Continuously releasing spells, the mage resurrected the Copper Furnace and Apollo with full health.

Apollo looked at the Necromancer opposite with lingering fear and said: "What kind of spell is that? It's so powerful. I feel like I'm just a little bit away from meeting my grandfather!"

"Judging from the power, it seems that the opponent is at least a fifth-level mage of some kind of third-ring necromancy spell." Imrik said in a deep voice.

"You go on, deal with these skeletons, and leave the mage to me." After speaking, Imrik's figure flickered again and disappeared.

When the necromancer saw the mysterious mage on the opposite side disappearing using the Lost Step again, alarm bells rang in his heart. A dangerous intuition told him to get away immediately, so without saying a word, he also used the Lost Step and teleported to a distance of 30 feet. outside.

Sure enough, the next moment Imrik appeared at the location where the Necromancer had just appeared, and a strong spiritual energy burst out from him.

Level three power - psychic blast.

The necromancer breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect that the other party was a psychic. Although he couldn't recognize the power, he knew that if he had no resistance to the power, he would die if he was hit by anything.

He checked his remaining spell slots today, and he looked ugly. There was one third-level spell slot left, and two second-level spell slots left. The opposite spell slots should be about the same, but the two warriors were difficult to deal with.

He thought deeply and decided to deal with the mage on the opposite side first. He first recited a spell and summoned a black ghost hand.

Second level spell - ghost hand.

The black ghost hand summoned by this spell looks similar to the arcane hand, but it comes with negative energy necrotic damage, which should be enough to cause enough trouble to the opponent.

The black ghost hand rushed towards the black-robed mage opposite. Lothar continued to take out a handful of dried skin fragments and threw them at the opponent: "Dehydrated bubbles!"

Second-level necromancy spell - dehydration bubble.

The skin fragments turned into an extremely dry spherical air ball, which appeared next to Imric. This spell can evaporate all the water in the subject's body, which is very vicious.

Imrik disappeared into the silver mist again, and the dehydrated bubbles flew away, spinning around in place before falling to the ground and turning into air.

But after Imrik appeared, the ghost hand also changed its direction and rushed over without mercy.

Seeing that the spell didn't work, Lothar gritted his teeth angrily. He didn't expect that the mage opposite had memorized so many lost steps. He was so afraid of death!

But there was no other way. The second-level spell slots had been exhausted. He had no choice but to raise his hand and release the magic missile towards Imrik. A scarlet missile shot out from his hand. When the mage saw this, he stretched out a hand: " Shield!"

An invisible shield stood in front of the body, and the magic missile disappeared without a trace after being loaded with the shield.

"Damn it!" Lowther felt powerless. All the spells of the opposite mage were very focused on defense and escape, which made him feel like he had no way to start. But luckily, this at least proved that the opposite mage did not have any offensive spells.

But soon, he discovered that he was wrong.

Seeing the other party stop casting spells, Imric smiled and said, "It's over? Are the spell slots used up? Then it's my turn."

He raised a hand and pointed at the necromancer opposite, and powerful lightning gathered at his fingertips with the sound of "sizzling" electricity.

Lothar's expression changed drastically: "Is this a lightning beam?!"

He hurriedly chanted a spell and released the last recorded three-ring spell to resist energy damage.

At this time, the lightning in the mage's hand was ready, and the thick electric current hit Lowther instantly. Fortunately, there was a three-ring spell to resist energy damage, and Lowther was unscathed.

He gasped and looked at the opponent in horror: "It was almost gone. Fortunately, I memorize a resistance to energy damage every day to guard against these plastic barbarians, but the spell slots on the opposite side are also gone. Next, let's look at my skeleton. Damn it, these two warriors cannot beat them with the explosive increase in negative energy!"

Just as he was calculating, he was horrified to find that the opponent disappeared into the silver mist again. He realized that he had misjudged his opponent: "Fuck! He must have magic storage equipment. Damn that rich guy, I can't bear to buy one." !”

His thoughts suddenly became clear and he understood why the other party kept moving away. He must have purchased a magic storage ring and stored this second-ring life-saving spell.

But it was too late. Imrik appeared behind him again and pointed his finger gently at the other party: "Phantom Binding!"

Third-level spell—Phantom Binding.

Energy chains from the shadow plane erupted at Lowther's feet. Countless black chains wrapped around each other with claws and claws. Lowther, unable to move, could only watch as more and more chains appeared on his body, until He couldn't move except his head.

"Stop your men," Imric said with a smile.

Loser glared at him reluctantly, lowered his head in disgrace and shouted: "Stop it all."

After hearing the master's order, these skeletons stopped their movements instantly and stood in place, leaving Tongluo and Apollo, who were unable to defeat the four-handed man with two fists, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Where is the stone on that clever Wright? Let me remind you, don't try to lie to me, otherwise you will suffer." The mage said easily.

Loser gritted his teeth. He didn't expect that the other party was attracted by the unknown stone: "In my drawer, together with my spell book."

Imric's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect that besides the stone, there was an unexpected surprise. This necromancer, who was at least level five, must have recorded many spells that he had never seen before.

He quickly opened the drawer, and sure enough there was a spell book and a red and black stone inside.