Shaman from Afar

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"They are catching up, Master Farnesses. [Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ WwW.AiQu]"

The dark corridor, the guard knight who stopped, looked coldly behind him, his right hand was already holding the hilt.

Farnesses' expression did not show any slight fluctuations, and he looked quietly at his guardian knight: "The blockade of the evil **** has been broken, and the Holy Grail of the Nine Mansions will be taken away by others at any time ... time is running out."

"Then please go ahead."

The guard knight turned around, and the sharp blade of the sword spewed out like flowing water. In the dark, he could still see the complex lines above, pointing to himself:

"Ignorant blasphemy, I will stop them for you!"

There was a little pity in Farnesses' expression: "Just stop them and don't disturb me-this war is almost over, there is no need to create more killings."

"But if you are obsessed ... I wish the Holy Cross bless their souls!"

The voice of prayer echoed for a long time, and Fanesis in a priestly suit had disappeared at the end of the dark corridor. The **** knight staying in place slowly took his steps, his hands raised the cold long sword.

The silent sewers, the turbulent water covered the footsteps and all subtle sounds. In the darkness, two silent figures appeared in front of him.

"Your master bishop has left you behind?"

The female elf who raised the spear provoked provocatively: "There are said to be hundreds of monsters here, so I'm not afraid of him being eaten as a snack?"

"The saint dedicated to the glory of the Holy Cross, all evil and darkness can't stop him." The guard's knight's tone was cold, and the bright silver long sword hung down slowly, the sword pointed at the war dancer:

"You, too, don't work--!"

.................. "Ariel, still can't understand ..."

The gradual expressionless girl raised the bone sickle and murmured like a whisper:

"But if this is Loren's choice, then Ariel can only let you sleep together ..."

The cold light flashed, and the bone scythe was swung down!

At the next moment, the black smoke encased in the sickle was vomiting like a substance, and greeted the dark-haired wizard.

The girl's leaping dance moves the thin figure under the black robe with the bone scythe to spin up into the air.

The little white-faced wizard was stunned, and the black smoke was approaching!

"run!"

Loren's roar awakened Ain and quickly backed away—in a blink of an eye, a stone wall raised in front of her where she had originally settled.

"Rock Will"!

The black smoke sweeping across the ground melted the solid bricks instantly, only with the blink of an eye, the rising stone wall disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into a pile of mud!

But that's enough ... Nearly at the same time, the roar of death came down from the sky, and Ariel, who was on the dance steps, appeared behind him, straddling the sickle across the head.

Between the electric light and the stone fire, the dark-haired wizard will be killed on the spot!

"clang--!"

The sparks of collision bloomed in mid-air, and the sickle swayed by the girl was swayed-the little pale wizard behind him, the falcon bow trembling slightly in his hand.

Surprise flashed through Ariel's face, but she was too late to be surprised. The elegant figure quickly backed off, and at the same time smoked a black smoke. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ WwW.AiQu】

In an instant, she had seen the flames burning in the palm of Loren ... the fire of Turin.

"boom--!!!!"

The black and red "fire light" exploded in place, and the dust from the face blocked the view.

Without much thought, the dark-haired wizard had already rushed up, and the gray-blue swordman's sword split the smoke and pounced on Ariel, who was quickly retreating.

After two rounds of fighting, he also began to realize this point-fighting against these evil gods is useless, because their speed and response will always be stronger than his humanity, the only option is to continue The tidal surge made them tired of coping.

Only in this way can I seize the opportunity!

Ariel, who noticed that he was attacking, was expressionless, the skeleton scythe swept across, and black smoke poured like a fan. The shadow of the dark-haired wizard flashed through her vision, quickly changing the direction of the attack.

But this time Ariel did not wait for her work, and the thick black smoke swayed again.

The dark-haired wizard who had just landed had no time to dodge, and the black smoke without dead corners had already poured in front of him.

But at this moment, Loren squatted down suddenly, his left hand raised to the ground with all his strength!

The black smoke around him suddenly flew, and the next big blast of air exploded from the center, whistling in all directions!

The night watchman's high-level magic spell two, "The Force Shock"!

Ariel seemed to be shocked by this scene, froze motionless in place, her dark eyes staring openly at her figure.

Wield a sword and cut--! ! ! !

The gray-blue swordmans cut off the waist, and the plasma like a waterfall spewed out!

White hair fluttered in the blood, and the girl's beheaded head showed an elegant smile at the black-haired wizard.

Immediately, the dying body dissolved instantly, and turned into a squirting blood flowing, and the surging blood flooded the entire corridor hall again.

This hand again!

The cold look of Loren held the sword in his backhand. As he turned around, the plasma under his feet again and again, crawling out of the trembling living dead.

Loren, who had already prepared, put away the "bright silver", and the "caster" in his left hand had prepared two spells and took a step towards the enemy.

Only this time, the goal of the living and dead people is not him ...

In the pupil of the dark-haired wizard suddenly contracting, the living dead waving the corroded iron sword, swarming toward the little wizard holding the bow and arrow!

"Ayin-!!!!!!"

In an instant, in Loren's vision, the figure of the little wizard was swallowed up by countless living dead.

Surrounded by the group, Ain was pale, and cold sweat was flowing from his cold forehead, as if his frozen body tremblingly raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and pulled out the last arrow in the quiver.

It was a spiked arrow with blue arrows.

The pupil of the sapphire blue is instantly enlarged, and the bow and arrow are roaring with the tremolo bow string!

The living dead who was hit in the head was just a slight shock, and he didn't even let him fall.

However, at the moment of hit, the pierced part suddenly burst into blue smoke, and then a blue-blue Mars was lit. The weak flame seemed to have life, and it quickly swallowed all the touches around. The touched flesh and blood burned along the skin!

The shaking living dead finally began to scream, even the surroundings, but all the living dead touched by it were also lit by the blue-blue flame, howling, struggling, screaming one after another Twitch!

In just a short moment, the flames even spread to the blood on the ground. Most of the corridor halls started to burn, and the boiling blue and blue fire surrounded the small wizard in the center and quickly spread to the surrounding!

"This is a caustic sticky substance made from the herbs of the Morning Star Forest elves, combined with a modified pyrotechnic agent-the elves use this herb to deal with ogres, to dissolve their oversized bodies, so that The flesh and blood infested by the void nourish the land and repair the forests destroyed by them. "

The pale pale wizard, at this moment was surprisingly calm, his gaze gazed at some Ariel who was awkwardly out of the plasma:

"So it is used to fight against the life distorted by the erosion of the void ... especially the inanimate ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ monsters piled with rotting corpses, which have very good effects!"

At this moment, Ariel's expression was as cold as frost.

"I know what you plan to do to save me, Miss Ariel or ... the evil **** from the deep forest." Ayn Rand stared at her firmly: "You want to use me as a bait to let Loren Protect me with distractions. "

"Unfortunately, you are wrong-I don't need anyone to protect, and I am not a bait. I am Ain Rand, the alchemist of Lotel!"

"I don't know why you have to hurt Loren, or whether you love him deeply as you said; but from now on, you only need to know one thing."

The little nose snorted, and the standing genius alchemist Ying Zishuang raised his head and tightened the "caster" of his left hand tightly:

"From now on, it's one to two!" Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.