Shaman from Afar

The moment Faudal looked up suddenly, the black-haired wizard shook his body almost instinctively.

Because at that moment, Loren clearly saw that the "wooden stick" from the old man's hand had been turned into a spear under the package of "black line", stabbing himself like an afterimage!

"boom--!"

The rock in the "gunpoint" was exploded instantaneously, turning into countless small ice crystals scattered on the ground, as if it had never existed at all.

The dark-haired wizard's face was cold-it wasn't the "gun tip" that touched the rock at all, but it was wrapped in a wooden stick as if it were real, exuding an unknown black light!

It was clearly at midnight, and there was completely darkness around it, but the dark light still flowed slowly around Fawda's body as if it were substance, engulfing all the colors that could be seen around it.

That's right, from the beginning, angering the other party and letting Fawda lose his mind is the tactic that Loren and Asreel have discussed. After all, it is easier to deal with a mad dog than a rational lunatic;

But the black-haired wizard suddenly regretted it. He probably made a very wrong decision ...

"Flash away, don't be touched by it--!"

Seeing that the guard knight held up the "Can Star" and rushed towards Fawda, Loren, who widened his eyes, stopped him quickly.

The vigilant guardian knight immediately reversed his pace, and while turning the direction, the blade that fell in his hand was changed to a cross, but it still didn't mean to stop at all.

Oops--!

Before the dark-haired wizard had time to cover, the black beam had fallen on his side, sweeping silently towards the figure of the guardian knight like a black hole devouring everything!

Snow, ice crystals, rocks, mountain walls ... anything that was touched by the black light turned into scattered ice crystals and dust, and disappeared.

"Holy Cross, if we can soar above the sky, we will embrace your glory ..."

The guardian knight chanting in a low voice didn't even mean to dodge, completely throwing the dark beam behind him with speed!

I have to admit that if there is no enhancement of "beyond perception", your own real level is actually incomparable with this guardian knight-even in the enhanced state, it is only slightly stronger than the front line.

The black "beam" spewing out of the "gun tip" kept roaring, always tightly locked in the figure of galloping and evading; and every time it was barely left behind by the guard knight, but it was always blocked in Fou Dawu Inaccessible beyond steps.

Until ... that figure stopped in front of the cliff ...

Oops--!

The dark "beam" was approaching, and the guard knight who nearly stepped on the air was too late to dodge; in a hurry, he stepped on the rock next to him. With a blank expression, he waved the "Chanxing" again, and rushed towards the front. Faoda, who is like a madman.

No time to hesitate!

Between the light and stone fire, Loren raised his left hand again, and the condensed fireball threw a golden red image in the air!

"boom--!"

The crackling sound trembles the entire cave, and even the guard knight outside can clearly feel the explosion that can destroy everything.

then……

There is nothing.

Time seemed to stagnate at this moment, and Loren's dark pupil had incredible colors.

It was not that the power of the "Fire of Turin" was suppressed, nor that the spell failed-at the moment of the touch, he clearly saw the scene of the golden and red fire burst.

Instead, the flame that burst out at that moment was easily “erased” by Fauda!

With just a touch of the index finger, the golden-red firelight is like a fragile creature with life, struggling, howling, howling, and finally dissipating under the black light covered by the fingertips of the old man.

Not even a trace of it was left!

This is ... the power of "death"?

Not only deprive of "life", but can everything that exists exactly be wiped out?

The cold touch flooded the body of the black-haired wizard, and the touch of terror tightened his heart in an instant ... Asrier was right, and now he is not an opponent of Lemantes at all.

Frowning, Lorren stared at Fawda.

At the next moment, the unstoppable guard knight had rushed to Fawda, and the notch-filled "Can Star" fell calmly with the roar of tearing air!

The first sword cut off Fawda's arms, and his head with a greasy expression had flown into the air.

The cross of the second sword cut the old man's waist, and the upper body that had lost his head was torn from the center under the unstoppable blade. The broken ribs exposed his chest. , The remaining limbs are also fragmented.

Under this almost cruel killing, Loren, who didn't change his face, still frowned.

No ... No ...

But the dark-haired wizard still followed the initial plan, almost rushing out of the cave with the guardian knight, and the burning left hand suddenly flicked the fireball in the direction behind him.

"Fire of Turin"!

"boom--!!!!"

The crackling sound swept through the flames, the already crumbling cave collapsed instantly, and countless snow and gravel buried Fawda's wreckage in the deepest part.

It's over ... the night returns to silence again.

that's it? It's too smooth ...

As if a long time had passed, the stunned dark-haired wizard was awakened by the guard knight beside him.

"Fauda is not dead, he is still alive."

The expressionless guardian knight narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the dark-haired wizard coldly; he shook his head again:

"No, it should be that the concept of life and death no longer exists in him-all we can do is trap him, and ... it is temporary."

"This sad man, I don't know what life is."

Sad person? Seeing something, Loren turned to look at the guard knight, his eyes were meaningful: "You know it ... who is he?"

As if hesitating for a moment, the guard knight nodded slightly, but said nothing.

"Can you tell me?"

The guard knight shook his head again.

Well, it seems that I can't count on it ... The black-haired wizard shrugged helplessly.

At least until now, the whole plan has proceeded smoothly-Faouda, the evil spirit apostle, has no way to stop them for the time being, and it is impossible to find the entrance to the Dragon King City;

So the only remaining problem is the sudden resurrection of Fanesis and the **** knight; although Loren very much hopes that the goal of the other party is different from himself, but according to Ebden ’s experience, this kind of chance hope is probably extremely Slim.

Fighting against the evil apostles together may be the only bottom line for cooperation between the two sides.

"boom--!"

Just when Loren and the guard knight were about to part ways and leave, a sudden sound made the alert two turn back at the same time.

The dark and silent midnight, even the tiniest sound in the blizzard became extremely clear!

"boom--!"

A pale and pale arm suddenly stretched out under the snow and earth-covered ground, grabbing the right leg of the guard knight!

A trace of surprise flashed on the face of the guardian knight, and he immediately pulled out a sword and cut off his arm.

The duo-faced two men stepped back. Or surprised or frightened eyes staring at the surrounding ground-just at the same time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ on the ground around the emergence of more pale and withered arms, like a reptile ground.

No, not just arms, legs, heads, lower body ... dozens, hundreds, and even more carrion demons are drilling out of the ground!

Before they could be surprised, something stranger happened.

Fawda ’s broken limb, which was originally buried deep in the collapsed cave, was struggling like a “living creature” to drill out of the ground and slowly moved in the same direction.

The fragmented "heart", the fragmented chest, the broken limbs, the tumbling head ... With the ice-screaming roar of the carrion demons around, the limbs smashed by the guard knight were "spliced" together again!

"Do you really think that the old will still appear without equipment when it knows that this is a trap?"

Like a marionette, Fawda, the mouth of the mouth is mechanically closed, and the eyes soaked with black lines exude an unusually unknown light:

"Now ... how are you going to 'kill' the old?"