When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

Seeing the shadow of the ring of light, he frowned, twisted his chin with two fingers and asked, "Where is the ring of light? Did you give it to someone else?" Shangguan Qingrong focused on looking inside, without even lifting his eyelids.He quickly realized that his impatience was misplaced, he let go of his hand and said to himself: "That's right, don't worry about an artifact, you are the most important, you are much more valuable than that ring."

As he said so, he still did not give up and took out Shangguan Qingrong's neck and chest again, until he confirmed that he could not take out anything more, and finally he was willing to pull out his hand.He took out an ordinary farmer's clothes from his ring and threw them on the ground, and said to Shangguan Qingrong in a strange tone: "Pick it up, my child, and change the clothes on your body."

Under the call of that voice, Shangguan Qingrong only felt that the whole body was not his own.It stood up in spite of its own will, undisguisedly took off the snow-white robe it put on not long ago in front of the necromancer, and stopped until it was naked, bent down to pick up the suit, and put it on again. on himself.During this whole process, Shangguan Qingrong tried his best to control himself, but all his limbs and limbs seemed to be controlled by the force injected into his body. Can't do it.

After he changed his clothes, the Necromancer finally looked away, looking at the towering and stretching Amer Mountains in the distance. "Drizzit, let's go back, that's where we should go." The necromancer's hand pointed to the mountains that had been shrouded in demonic energy: "This journey is not easy, so you have to be more obedient , Serve me well along the way. The better you behave, the more I can convince others to keep your soul—you have to know, in your capacity, whether it’s that Demon God or his servants like me, , are unwilling to leave your life and soul behind."

Shangguan Qingrong felt his neck bend down obediently, and then his limbs moved in unison, following the necromancer on the way home that did not belong to him.The alien force in his body wrapped him so stickily, making him unable to regain control of his body for a while, he could only follow the necromancer through the untraveled path, and even when the road was uneven, his body would still Unleash his own wind magic.

Along the way, Shangguan Qingrong never gave up fighting against the strange magic that controlled his body. His internal force was pressed from the dantian all the way to the meridians until they finally bypassed the guards of the orcs and entered the Amer Mountains During the middle period, that power still couldn't be excreted from the body, it could only be temporarily wrapped with magic, and it couldn't even completely suppress its power.

At this time, the night was dark, and the necromancer's body was already exhausted, but he didn't dare to rest because he hadn't escaped from the light camp.Now that I have stepped into the protective circle of black magic, I can finally relax and rest.He ordered Mr. Shangguan Qingrong to start a fire and boil some hot water for drinking, then he released the little black monster to hunt down a small oil badger and asked Shangguan Qingrong to peel and grill it for him.

Such rough work, how can a noble and self-loving weakling like Shangguan Qingrong do it? Although his body can't help but take over the blood-stained little beast, he can't do anything further down—— Years ago, Master Walter took him to experience in the World of Warcraft Forest. He saw many corpses of monsters, and he had long since healed his talent for crying when he saw such a poor little animal being killed.Although it is impossible for him to shed tears for the beast carcass, it is absolutely impossible for him to cook.In his two lives, he abided by the principles of a gentleman who cooks far away, and would rather starve to death than cook with his own hands.

His passive and rebellious attitude finally angered the necromancer who was hungry for a few days more than him.Durand's voice filled with that strange tone again: "Drizzt, what are you dawdling about, don't you even know how to serve your master?"

Shangguan Qingrong didn't know how to cook, but how to serve others was already carved into his bone marrow.As soon as the voice fell, he had already dropped the bloody beast carcass, stood up and walked to the side of the gray-robed mage sitting by the fire, and touched the necromancer's face with a pair of blood-stained hands. With astonished eyes, he slowly bent down and pressed his lips.

The necromancer's brain exploded with a "boom", his tongue was open, his whole body seemed to be electrified, and he couldn't move at all.Shangguan Qingrong's soft tongue wriggled in his mouth, and his hand gradually touched his body. Wherever the five fingers of his right hand went, it seemed as if a piece of spring grass had been planted on the long-dry plain, which stirred Durand's heart. intolerable.

But he finally regained consciousness, just when Shangguan Qingrong's hand touched the most important organ of his lower body.An extreme danger that he had never felt before rose in the necromancer's heart. He struggled desperately with his hands and feet, trying to break free from the shackles of Shangguan Qingrong, and even forgot to use magic.Shangguan Qingrong half-lyed on his body, stopped his hands suddenly, and shouted in front of his chest with difficulty: "Undo the magic on me, please, I, I don't want to..."

Durand could no longer hear what was said later, and now he was only worried that Shangguan Qingrong would really take off his belt.Taking advantage of the time when Shangguan Qingrong stopped his hands, the necromancer quickly took out a black-gold pentagonal tablet from his arms, pressed the magic circle engraved on it to Shangguan Qingrong's head, and recited the incantation.In just one breath, he had already drawn out the power of the demon god that had been poured into his body by trying so hard at the beginning, hiding his breath, and using magic to sneak attack.

When the magic power was drawn out, even Shangguan Qingrong's own power wrapped in the magic power was also drawn out together.Having lost the support of internal force, and no longer commanded by external force, Shangguan Qingrong finally lay motionless on the gray-robed mage.Durand raised his upper body, trying to push this controlled enemy away from him, which was even more terrifying than usual.However, this thought changed slightly the moment his hand touched Shangguan Qingrong's face.The soft and tender skin of the fingertips was already wet, and the suppressed low sobbing sound reached his ears at the same time. The young saint who was brought to the world by the God of Light had a sad expression on his face, mourning and helpless as if he had been injured. Small animals in general.

Why—Durand shouted silently in his heart, obviously it was me who almost got hurt by a man, right?Why is this damn bright mage still acting like a victim?I'm still being crushed under him, is there any reason in the world?

Before the gray-robed mage could express enough of the grievance and dissatisfaction in his heart, a hoarse voice filled with contempt and hatred rang out on the two of them: "No wonder you hid so much information about this kid from the master. Is there such a relationship? Durand, I hope you are ready to meet the wrath of the master."

Durand immediately put away all the dissatisfaction in his heart, and raised a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes to look at the mage above his head.The same gray robes, the same spells, the same aura, the only difference is their ages.The sorcerer standing next to the two is already in his twilight years, and it is only because of the high strength of magic that he can support the continuation of his lifespan.It is precisely because of the accumulation of years that the magic power of this old magician is incomparable to the young Durand.

"Jarbo, do you want to frame me? Or are you jealous that the master relies on me more, and you plan to kill me here so that you can take him back to claim credit?" While speaking, Durand stood up and hugged Shangguan Qingrong tightly. In his arms, covering his already wide-open chest.

A string of joyless laughter escaped from the old mage's throat, his cloudy eyes swept over him and Shangguan Qingrong: "The child of destiny, the master doesn't care at all, but you are planning to kill him for a man. My comrades, if people know this, you and your bright mage will not be able to survive, right?"

"He is my pet. Since he was not the Child of Destiny, I have planned to make his body into a puppet, his soul..." Durand's eager defense was suddenly interrupted by Garber: "Durand, you are guilty!"

Under the light of the fire, the face of the old mage looked mysterious and mysterious: "Are you really planning to make him a toy? He is just a tenth-level magician, a tenth-level magician who is less than 20 years old. You said you killed him?" Without him, does anyone believe such words? Besides, even if I believe you, you are not capable enough to kill him, but what were you doing just now?"

Jiabo's voice was not only harsh, but also pierced to the heart, leaving Durand speechless.He also couldn't understand why he didn't push out the bright mage in his arms, why he didn't use black magic to separate his soul, so that he could never threaten himself.Just when he was reflecting on his strange behavior, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness under his feet, and a very subtle sound reached his ears.

That is - before he had time to think about it, Durand summoned the Necromancer, and let him support himself and Shangguan Qingrong to float into the air.The ground under his feet suddenly opened up, a huge bright red mouth split where they had originally stood, and the slender letter stretched straight to the sole of his shoe. "Despicable!" Durand stared straight at Jiabo with flaming eyes, commanding the little demon to attack the elderly necromancer in front of him, but his hands were still holding on to Shangguan Qingrong, lest he fall into the mouth of the big snake below. middle.

The gray-robed mage at his feet watched the fight between the little demon he summoned and Durand indifferently: "If you forget your identity and refuse to perform your duties, I don't mind helping you. Durand. I am very happy to accept your light-type pet, as well as yourself."

Durand's face was extremely gloomy under the moonlight, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't quarrel with the old mage anymore. He whistled in a low voice, and the undead wizard who hunched over the two of them quickly turned his head and fled towards them. direction.

"Damn old man, what exactly do you want!" The wind blew rapidly in front of the two of them. Although the voice of the gray-robed mage rang right next to Shangguan Qingrong's ears, it was blown intermittently by the strong wind, making it ambiguous.Shangguan Qingrong felt vaguely that someone whispered in his ear: "What the hell do you want!"

These words are so familiar, it seems that those people who experienced in the previous life have returned to him.This... Who is it that is holding him in his arms? How could he say the love words that he hadn't heard for several years, which should be the most common love words between Gongs and Shou?

Weakness has completely taken away Shangguan Qingrong's vigilance and judgment, he tightly grasped the mage's loose robe, and closed his eyes peacefully in his arms.

take it

The two disappeared in flight and headed straight for the end of the mountain range.Before seeing the foot of the mountain, the necromancer under their feet gave a pause. Durand quickly ordered it to change its course and charge upwards. The mountain under its feet was cracked in all directions, and the smoke and dust exploded like a cloud. mouth to devour them.

Durand was in the air, frequently commanding the necromancer to change directions, but he still couldn't get out of the bone dragon's attack range.Shangguan Qingrong in his arms has been unconscious all the time, not only can't help, but he has to hold him tightly so that he won't slip down, the situation is getting more and more critical.While tossing and dodging, another gray-robed mage appeared in front of him again.

"Ren, have you also been instigated by that old guy to regard me as a traitor?" Durand was surprised when he first saw the face of the mage, and couldn't believe what he saw.However, the mage standing opposite him was not as surprised by this meeting as he was, and the words he spit out between his teeth were full of disbelief in him: "Is this really just provocation? Durand, look at yourself first. What are you doing, and who are you holding in your arms. If we want us to trust you, we must first let go of that lackey of the God of Light."

The voice of the old mage also sounded behind him: "Do you think that no one else knows about you communicating with this kid without telling the master? If you are really loyal to the dark gods, why did you lie in front of the master and conceal the identity of this kid?" How many times have we been in contact with you?"

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't..."

"Nothing? Durand, if you really don't have one, let go of that kid, chop his body into pieces, and feed his soul to the demons!" Ren, who had always been on good terms with Durand, pushed forward a few steps, commanding the bone dragon to use his body Surrounded the gray-robed mage and Shangguan Qingrong.

Letting go of the saint conferred by the Holy See in his arms, he still has a way to survive... This thought kept echoing in the necromancer's mind, his body moved unconsciously, and he let go of Shangguan Qingrong with one hand.Ren on the opposite side raised his eyebrows, while the wrinkles on the face of the old mage behind him wrinkled even tighter.

However, at the next moment, to the surprise of everyone—even Durand himself, he did not let go of his other hand and pushed the newly baked saint out of the mouth of the demons. Instead, he pulled out the small wand from his waist and pointed at the bone dragon Quickly chanted a series of complicated spells.The power of necromancy swirled and whizzed out from the tip of the staff, and hit a depression on the top of the bone dragon's head, causing it to stretch its neck upwards, and flicked its tail towards the two necromancers surrounding him.

"Durand, you actually attacked your companions, are you going to betray us?" The two mages quickly stepped out of the bone dragon's attack range, and chanted spells together, intending to regain control of the bone dragon.Durand released his magic power recklessly, while trying to argue: "You were the ones who attacked me first, I just don't want to be killed by you! My loyalty to my master is unmatched. Wait a while, and I will explain this to the master myself !"

While the three were fighting fiercely, a black light suddenly fell from the sky. Durand couldn't dodge it in time, and was about to be hit. Zhou suddenly intertwined a grid, protecting him, Shangguan Qingrong and the necromancer under his feet.

"The power of thunder and lightning... Durand, do you dare to resist the punishment of the master?" Above their heads, there was a faint yellow light shining through the gaps in the dark clouds like peaks, and they saw a figure in a gray robe who was so tall that he didn't look like a mage.When the man opened his mouth, Durand's complexion finally turned pale. He didn't even speak any more explanations. He stared fiercely at Shangguan Qingrong who had woken up, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "You killed me!"

This sentence is really sincere, because the three necromancers have already rushed forward, throwing all kinds of magic at the two of them.They all believed that Durand had surrendered to Shangguan Qingrong and betrayed them, and they were merciless, not only using magic attacks, but also constantly summoning the bones of monsters and orcs buried in the mountain, and attacking them both.

Although Shangguan Qingrong's internal strength has recovered at this time, it is because he is accompanied by a necromancer and necromancer, and cannot use the power of light to purify the monsters that keep coming up; while Durand is gradually fighting for command over the bone dragon. When the wind fell, the combined strength of Ren and Jiabo had pulled the bone dragon to listen to their side.

The battle situation became more and more critical from time to time. Shangguan Qingrong saw that Durand was about to lose the most powerful battle puppet under the pressure of the two mages. In a moment of desperation, he also followed him to recite the spell to control the bone dragon.

After uttering this spell, he felt that the magic power outside his body was in chaos, as if something like a membrane was broken in the air. In this mountain range, all the black magic power that was originally separated from him by the power of light followed. The incantation quickly turned into a vortex, poured directly into the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, passed through the eight extraordinary meridians, and reached into the sea of ​​​​qi in Dantian. It is not mixed with all the previous power, but Form another group, chasing head to tail around the original inner breath in his body, presenting the trend of yin and yang.

When the cathode is yang, the yang is exhausted and the yin is born.Shangguan Qingrong suddenly realized something, and in the blending of the two magics of light and darkness, he sat cross-legged quietly to mediate the balance of power in his body.Although the power in his body is yin and yang, reciprocating endlessly, the power outside his body is out of balance due to his continuous absorption.The black mist on the entire mountain was almost sucked away by him, and the sky was cleared to see the sun, and the corpses of beast bones driven by black magic were everywhere, except for the bone dragon maintained by Shangguan Qingrong's magic power, none of them could move according to the mage's command. , falling straight down all over the mountains, turning into ordinary dead bones.

"Isn't he a saint appointed by the God of Light? How can he absorb the magic power of the dead?" The three gray-robed mages temporarily stopped attacking, and stood together looking at the incredible scene in front of them.When Durand saw the three people stop attacking, he didn't care what Shangguan Qingrong was doing, and immediately commanded the necromantic magic to get away from these three former comrades and current enemies as quickly as possible.

After Shangguan Qingrong's breath circulated for a big week, he slowly woke up from the trance.When he woke up again this time, his body seemed to be reborn. Not only was he refreshed, but his eyes and ears were far more sensitive than before. In the eyes of ordinary people, he saw the pitch-black cave as if it were daylight. Turning around, he turned to the mage in gray robe who was half leaning and half sitting in the corner of the cave.

The sorcerer's body was wounded in countless places, and the blood in some places was not yet dry, and the wound was faintly black, but it was only bandaged roughly, and the person was sleeping with his eyes closed.Shangguan Qingrong still remembered the scene before he entered the samadhi, and knew that this gray-robed mage betrayed his companions and the demon they enshrined in order to save himself.

Although the necromancer kept talking about making him a puppet and killing him and his father, he never really hurt him.And at that time, regardless of his own safety, he kept holding him in his arms and refused to let go...

The encounter with the necromancer slowly unfolded in Shangguan Qingrong's mind like a picture scroll: from the sword confrontation at the beginning, to being humiliated by him in the end, to hearing his sincere confession in a coma, and finally getting him again Give your life to save.One by one, little by little, it is no longer possible for Shangguan Qingrong to disbelieve—this magician clearly has a deep-rooted affection for him, but he has been using words like making a puppet to cover it up, why didn't he see it long ago? ?

It's a pity that he is already engaged now, and after all, he has nothing to do with this necromancer, and he is destined to miss it.A layer of helplessness and sadness lingered between Shangguan Qingrong's brows. He closed his eyes slightly, letting his long eyelashes hide the complex emotions in his eyes. He gently touched the sorcerer's wound with his hand, and released light magic to heal him.

Hearing the sound of "嗤——", the necromancer just jumped from the ground, and just hit Shangguan Qingrong's chin, and both of them were pushed down to the ground by the strong force.Shangguan Qingrong was knocked into tears, but regardless of the injury on his chin, he stretched out his hand to help the necromancer first: "Are you okay, where is the injury? I just want to heal you, you don't have to be so nervous .”

The necromancer quickly judged his position in the darkness, stared at the place where the sound came from, suppressed the pain and said: "Bastard, do you want to kill me? Necromancers cannot bear the power of light." Yes, your so-called healing is fatal to me!"

Shangguan Qingrong immediately apologized to him, replaced the light healing technique with the water healing technique, and gently wrapped his wound with water elements.The necromancer couldn't help marveling at this random transformation of power. He suddenly grabbed Shangguan Qingrong's hand and asked, "Aren't you a light mage? Why can you use necromantic magic to control bone dragons and absorb Amer?" The power of the dead spirits shrouded in the mountains?"

This is the power of the stepmother god.Shangguan Qingrong has long been used to the fact that he does not conform to the common sense of this continent, but he couldn't say that to the necromancer in front of him. He turned his mind around, and finally took out the explanation of the goddess in the Holy See and blocked it. Necromancer's question: "I am the Child of Destiny descended from the highest plane, you should have heard it too? So for me, both the power of light and the power of darkness can be used at will. Light and dark are in balance and they transform into each other...at least in my body."

Durand stared at him for a while, and finally lowered his head: "Huh, the saint of the Holy See, the Child of Destiny! If I strike first, you might be the Child of Destiny descended by the demons, and I don't have to be chased as a traitor!" If you kill him, you will become a hero to revive the demons. Or, at least a hero..."

Owner?friend?He didn't say a word, but put his hand into his robe, and while flipping it, he didn't know where he touched the wound, and let out a low hum.Shangguan Qingrong bent down and pressed his meridians, and injected the black magic power in his body into his meridians to heal him.

Durand's movements were obviously stagnant, slightly incredulous, and asked in a low voice: "Why, I am clearly your enemy, why do you want to save me?"

Shangguan Qingrong didn't answer, but instead asked him: "I'm your enemy too, why did you save me?" Before he could answer, he gritted his teeth and said shyly: "...I and you are the same reason."

The necromancer was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled, took out something from his bosom, and gently pressed it on Shangguan Qingrong's hand: "The same reason? I don't even know why I saved you, let alone Why don't you take this opportunity to kill me and go back to your bright world. However, I am not the same person as you, and I don't have your stupid compassion."

With the movement of his hand, the wet and sticky force invaded Shangguan Qingrong's body again, his body became stiff all of a sudden, and the magic from his hand stopped.In his eyes full of surprise and fear, Durand threw away the magic props attached to his hands, and closed his eyelids in the darkness: "I have lost my foothold now, whether it is the Holy See or my comrades ...My previous comrades and masters would hunt and kill me, but in the future, you can still become a saint standing on the pinnacle of this continent. This is simply a joke of fate, asking me, a necromancer, to sacrifice myself to save a god of light favorite."

His voice was extremely low, with unprecedented peace, as if he had let go of all contention and the once indelible resentment towards the Bright World.

"I can't be your companion, I can't be your master, and I don't want to be your slave. After you leave here, I will accept the devil's punishment for me and throw my life and soul into hell to be punished...but Before that, I have to do one thing, one thing that you will never forget me."

He lowered his head, as if exhausting all his strength, he pressed his lips between Shangguan Qingrong's and began to suck.Although the slightly bitter taste was not as lingering as when Shangguan Qingrong kissed him, it still made him ecstatic and more absorbed.After entangled with lips and tongue for a long time, he finally raised his head, kissed Shangguan Qingrong's moist eyes lightly, kissed away the tears that fell without knowing when, and whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry."

It was just such a simple contact, and he felt that the fragile and tough part of himself was ready to be released, wrapped in heavy robes and urgently needed to be relieved.Shangguan Qingrong under him had already unbuttoned part of his jacket, revealing smooth, silky skin.The necromancer's hand stroked it lightly, sometimes nibbling it lightly, and before they knew it, the clothes of the two of them had been taken off.

His body was tightly stretched, clinging to the beautiful body below, his waist was constantly swinging, and some white slurry had already leaked out from the top, which painted Shangguan Qingrong's belly in a mess.He held his hot part with his hands and stroked it, and felt empty and fell to the ground, always a little uncomfortable.He let go of his avatar, rubbed his big hand around Shangguan Qingrong's perineal acupoint, and asked in a hoarse voice: "How did you and your fiancé do, tell me..."

Shangguan Qingrong's hand finally moved, with the same scorching heat as that of a necromancer, he took his hand and placed it on his backyard, and took another finger of his, circling back and forth there, and finally stretched out went in.The necromancer was enlightened for a moment, and he didn't have time to expand, so he pushed in directly, without even giving Shangguan any time to breathe, he quickly thrust forward.

The necromancer is different from those before, there is no tenderness and love in his movements, only a kind of sorrow and longing for dying, every collision seems to be the last, such a ferocious siege, almost Shangguan Qingrong should be crucified under him.He held Shangguan Qingrong's arm tightly, and slammed his organs into the deepest part until the scorching liquid finally sprayed out uncontrollably, and his body loosened all of a sudden, pressing against Shangguan Qingrong's body , for a long time no longer move.

Time passed very slowly in the darkness, I don't know how long it took before Durand finally withdrew from Shangguan Qingrong's crotch, hugged his sweaty carcass and kissed him for a while, finally propped up his body, knelt beside Shangguan Qingrong and said : "They may still be outside, I will go out to lure them away, you... I will return your artifact to you in a while, you can see if you can break out, if not, just hide for a while. I will not appear in front of you again Well, it doesn't matter if you hate me or whatever, I...don't care anymore. But at least I will be someone you will never forget in your life..."

Before he finished speaking, a soft arm wrapped around his neck.Durand's shoulders sank, but he saw that Shangguan Qingrong had used his strength to lift his upper body, pressed it against his chest, and sighed quietly: "Don't go! I don't want to see anyone die for me again."

Durand was shocked, his hands softened, and he brought Shangguan Qingrong to the ground again: "You are obviously controlled by the power of the demon god, how can you regain your self-awareness?"

Shangguan Qingrong put down his hands, lay flat on the ground and looked directly at the necromancer who was so tender and sentimental: "The power of darkness in my body has absorbed the power of your demon god - it cannot be dissolved by the power of light, but it can be dissolved by the power of darkness. Force absorption. Now my strength seems to have broken through again, you take me, we leave together, I will not cause you any trouble."

Adulterer(s) in flames of war

When Shangguan Qingrong boiled water for cleaning, Durand sat beside him and explained the escape route to him. "This place is still within the scope of the Amer Mountains. It used to be the cave of the underground dwarves. However, because the mineral sources in this mountain range have been mined, the dwarves have abandoned this place for a long time. Fortunately, I used to find a cave suitable for getting through the demons. All the caves here were detected during the passage of the plane, and this underground cave was found, otherwise, we would not be able to find a place to stay today."

Amidst the soul-stirring sound of water, he forced himself to ramble on about these useless things, and he didn't even know what he was saying.There is only one thing, firmly occupying the most important position in his heart, that is, at all costs, to send this saint who not only occupied his body, but also occupied his heart that should be completely loyal to the Demon God, back to the camp of light.What Shangguan Qingrong said about running away together, he never took it seriously, he had already had his own calculations in his heart.

In the cave, a strange blue magic fire has been lit by magic, illuminating ghostly atmosphere everywhere in the cave. Fortunately, the lighting ability of this fire is not bad, allowing him to easily distinguish the color of the pile of clothes on the ground. He changed into his outer robe and left the gray robe he was wearing to Shangguan Qingrong who had just come out of the bath.

The moment the light mage's body covered with fine bruises stepped out of the water polo, the necromancer's gray robe completely wrapped his body, covering up all the traces of the blasphemous behavior just now.Although Shangguan Qingrong was a little shy about exchanging clothes after a one-night affair, he was already used to it and could accept it calmly. As for the necromancer's other intentions after this behavior, he naturally didn't think about it at all. .

After following the necromancer through the dark tunnel for an unknown amount of time, Shangguan Qingrong finally saw a ray of light shining from the top of his head.At this time, they were in a huge cave in the middle of the mountain, surrounded by dense stalagmites, with a line of sky above their heads, about ten meters high from them.

The necromancer was faster than Shangguan Qingrong. He hugged him in his arms and ordered the necromancer to go out from the cracks in the ground to check the surroundings. He didn't take out a knife from his arms until the news of safety came. Scroll to open easily.As soon as the scroll was opened, a wind force surrounded the two of them, lifting them up to the ground.At this time, the undead magician also returned to them. Durand didn't ask Shangguan Qingrong to use magic, but just put him on the undead, and stood beside him with his arms around his waist.The gray robe was dragged down, covering Shangguan Qingrong's feet, if one didn't look carefully, it would seem that Shangguan Qingrong was taller than Durand.

The two used necromantic magic to cover up their whereabouts, and flew towards the orc tribe along the mountains.For some reason, there is very little demonic energy on this mountain road, and the sky can be seen almost when you look up, which is very different from what Shangguan Qingrong saw on the periphery of the battlefield a few days ago.He was about to ask Durand what had changed here, when suddenly there was a huge surge of magic power in the air, which made the necromancer almost unable to hug him.

Where the magic power came from, a rather gentle and refined voice sounded in a low voice: "Child of Destiny, whom Lachesis loves, I am very glad to see you." The necromancer trembled and hugged Shangguan Qingrong even more tightly. , Not daring to stop under his feet, he used wind magic to assist the necromancer to fly straight out.Shangguan Qingrong also understood that they encountered a formidable enemy at this time, so they were on full alert, with their inner breath flowing smoothly, ready to meet the enemy's attack at any time.

Just as his magic power was gathering, the voice sounded in their ears again: "Child of Destiny, you are indeed special. Even my servants were overwhelmed by your power and betrayed his great master. But why are you here?" Use the power of darkness? Do you know that this power is given to this continent by me, do you want to use my power to deal with me?" The man, no, the end of the demon's speech was slightly drawn out, it didn't seem like Angry, more like seeing some new and interesting toy.

Durand's body was already crumbling, his strength had already been drained, and there was no magic power in the surrounding air for him to borrow.He said hoarsely in Shangguan Qingrong's ear: "Go quickly, use your wind magic, I can't send you off anymore!" He decisively pushed Shangguan Qingrong away, and took out a black magic pendant from his bosom , crushing the pendant with all his strength, a black mist gushed out from it, completely covering the figures of the two of them.

There was a hint of coldness in the voice in the air, but the person who spoke turned to the necromancer: "Durand, how dare you use the power I bestowed on you to resist your master? I am so impatient."

The mist of black magic instantly turned into a long snake and twisted towards the necromancer, but what rushed faster than the magic power was Shangguan Qingrong's body.Before the black mist materialized, he had already touched the chain of Emra, and brought his former enemy and one-night stand under his protection. All inhaled into the body.

After the necromancer disappeared, the invisible monster in the air seemed to lose the desire to do it: "Child of Destiny, you are indeed strong, but you are still not enough to be my opponent. Let's grow up a little bit more, and when you grow enough, I will fight against you." The day I get fun from my body... I will come and bring you to my side." The voice rang very clearly in Shangguan Qingrong's ear, but suddenly disappeared when he cast a spell to attack.The magic fluctuations in the air also returned to calm, and the sky above was once again clouded.

Fortunately, the powerful demon leader was gone at this time, and the necromancer still flew down the mountain with him without knowing what kind of order it had received from its master.On the way, another gray-robed necromancer came to stop him. The man seemed to recognize him as Durand, severely reprimanded him for his betrayal, and summoned many bones and wraiths to attack him.

Facing the continuous attacks of necromancers, Shangguan Qingrong was extremely struggling to block them.Although he also memorized the spell to drive the bone dragon, these undead knights who flew out were not affected by his spell, and only attacked him. Durand has no easy way.

Durand finally waited until Shangguan Qingrong contacted him, and quickly asked him to get him out.He is a necromancer. The magic power in his body was emptied by the demon god, and he was imprisoned in the artifact of the god of light.