Slag attack classification system

Tang Zhi's loss was as big as the earth.

He was in a daze just now, and he saw Zhao Zhenhe bewitching him——Zhao Zhenhe, who was usually as stupefied as a piece of wood, actually blew in his ear, gently stroking his hair with his fingers, rubbing against him so intimately Gap...

until--

"Wait..." Tang Zhi's hands froze, "Zhenhe, when did you have breasts?"

Witch: "..."

The beautiful fantasy was interrupted at this point, like the smoke in the oil pan, it was suddenly doused by the water, and there was a "hiss—"... Tang Zhi's vision gradually became clear...

Standing in front of him was not the wooden Zhao Zhenhe, but Princess Lu Qier with a stiff smile on his face. He regained his sanity and took a few steps back.

Tang Zhi sensitively noticed that something was wrong with Lu Qier - she was wearing a black gemstone necklace that had never been seen before on her neck, and there was an eye engraved in the middle of the huge gemstone, as if staring at Tang Zhi. blink.

Lu Qier smiled at Tang Zhi, "Prince, you were in a daze just now, it's okay..."

The ghost witch pretended to blame all the faults on the prince, but in fact she was very surprised in her heart-this was the first time...the first time someone cracked her black magic of charm, and the prince in front of her was not at all With the help of magic...

"Is that so, it was my fault just now, I mistook you for someone else..." Tang Zhi glanced across the black gemstone necklace on the ghost witch's neck, his swollen eyes streaked across the faint light. "I have other things, I'll go first..."

"Wait..."'Lu Qier' grabbed Tang Zhi's arm, "Don't go yet."

The ghost witch wants to delay some more time, if she is not mistaken... Her people should be working on the border of the wizarding world by now...

Just as the ghost witch was about to say something, the sirens of the elves suddenly sounded in the castle. They put the morning glory by their mouths and blew it vigorously, "The storm is coming, the storm is coming!"

"The storm—the enemy has invaded!"

The sky outside the castle became darker and darker, from clear blue to thick ink in an instant, it seemed to be able to drip black water, the cotton candy clouds were swept away by the storm, and the sky began to drop the bodies of some small animals, constantly smashing On clean Skittles ground.

The unicorns screamed loudly and fled, the colorful dandelions flying in the air were blackened, the wind howled, people were hit by corpses from time to time, they could only bow their bodies and run away.

The storm in the mouth of the elves represents the coming of black magic in the fairy tale world, because their castle is full of sunshine all year round, even if it rains, it will be ice sugar water, which will only cover the skittles on the ground with a layer of glitter. The icing will not keep dropping animal carcasses like now.

The stump and limb of a unicorn hit the maid's head, splashing black and red blood. The maid stretched out her hand and wiped her blackened forehead, her fingers were covered with sticky flesh, her eyes Turned over, immediately passed out.

When a kind housekeeper saw it, he immediately ran over to help her up, but as soon as he lifted the maid's waist, the maid opened her mouth wide and bit his shoulder tightly, her eyes became as big as light bulbs.

"boom!"

Tang Zhi opened the curtains, stood on the roof and pulled the magic gun in his hand. Once hit, the maid's head rolled to the ground, sticking out long and sticky saliva.

He closed the curtains expressionlessly, retracted the smoking gun to his waist, put on his clothes—the black cloak drew a fluttering arc in mid-air, Tang Zhi picked up the saber, and went to the stairs. Go quickly.

This is a declaration of war on black magic.

"Prince..." The palace steward's eyes were full of anxiety.

"We need to fight." Tang Zhi looked serious, "Let all the knights set off with me."

Needless to say, Zhao Zhenhe was already standing behind him, ready to call at any time... After seeing Zhao Zhenhe, Tang Zhi's expression seemed to relax for a moment, but soon, he returned to his original serious expression.

The elves prepared 500 magic carpets, and knights and white magic wizards jumped on them one after another. The magic carpets carried them flying like shooting stars, the wind howled, and the clouds avoided——

After flying to the sky above the desert, there was indeed black smoke. The black magic wizards formed different circles and were doing magic tricks in it. Behind them was a one-eyed beast with a green face and fangs, roaring loudly at the white magicians in the sky!

Thunder rumbling, storm bursts!

"Stupid white mage, if you return the kingdom to us, we will let your common people go. If you don't agree, then we will beat you to the point of surrender!"

"Win the king and lose the bandit, I am willing to bet and admit defeat." Tang Zhi replied coldly in mid-air.

When the prince uttered these words, it was the signal for the war to start. The white mages on the magic carpet sacrificed their magic weapons one by one, and silently chanted words.

"God of light, we need your power. When the daylight illuminates the shadows of darkness, when there are no more lonely souls and ghosts in the sky, when all things are revived and fear no evil, when the horn of dawn blows—"

Countless white halos attacked the black magic circle underground, Tang Zhi pulled out the sword in his hand, and rushed towards the black magic warriors below, while the unicorns in the sky neighed, and rushed to the desert to spit black magic. The angry one-eyed beasts bit each other.

There are a huge number of black magic fighters, all of them are bare-chested, revealing the black stars on their arms. They drink human blood to make their bodies stronger, so they are twice as tall as normal people, and the three white magic The soldiers in front of a black magic warrior were like three small animals, and they were torn apart by them, bleeding.

"Kill, kill, let these white magic dwarfs know how powerful we are, and let us suck their flesh and blood!"

Justice has rules, but evil has no rules. They can use any means to make themselves stronger, nothing more than killing others, nothing more than taking human life from time to time.

The magic carpet was cut into pieces by the black magic warrior's knife, Tang Zhi jumped off the magic carpet, his whole body was covered with a gust of white light, he blended into the battlefield like a gust of wind, "swiped" to appear, and disappeared in an instant, he His figure was flying over the battlefield, and wherever his sword went, it would be destroyed and turned into snow and mist.

Zhao Zhenhe also went to the battlefield. He imitated the appearance of the prince and quickly mastered how to use the sword in his hand. As long as those reckless men were pierced by this sharp blade, they would turn into blue mist, and finally turned into Blue bubbles float into the air—explode!

The situation of the battle suddenly turned around. Those black magicians watched their compatriots turn into bursting bubbles one by one, and couldn't help becoming anxious. They quickened the spells in their mouths, summoned the underground ghosts, and stretched out countless monsters from the desert floor. The zombie's hand wants to pull the white magic warriors into the ground.

But the bravery of the prince seems to be able to break everything. He dexterously dodged all the wizards' attacks on him. The cloak fluttered in the air, and he quickly swung the sword in his hand. The knights were inspired by him. , the unicorn roared and ran forward.

In the black magic team, there is also a person who seems to have the same identity as the prince. He is surrounded by all the black magic fighters in the center, looking at the prince with gloomy eyes. Ancient spell.

"God of Darkness, we need your strength, when darkness swallows up the day forever, when the wails of lonely souls and wild ghosts rule the world, when everything withers like surrendering to the desert, when the horn of darkness blows—"

The sky started to rain. This time, it was not the carcasses of animals, let alone sugar water, but sulfuric acid rain with a pungent taste...The rain fell on people, corroding their skin and devouring their flesh and blood .

This rain is useless to the black magicians, but it is fatal to the white magic team. The white magic knights and warriors were stabbed in the eyes, skin and bones by the sulfuric acid rain, and they fell to the ground and wailed loudly——

And their Prince Downton continued to fight against black magic in the rain. His body was corroded by the rain and was covered in blood, and his arms had bones exposed, but he still...was still waving himself With the sword in his hand, he fought with the group of black magic warriors.

As soon as he raised his hand, he waved it down, and the blood mist sprayed out—the black magic wizards were scared by the prince, and they retreated one after another. This man... this man is simply a lunatic, and he has become like this and is still desperate...

"Prince!" Zhao Zhenhe was far away from the direction of the prince. While struggling hard, he stared nervously at the prince's condition... The prince was already struggling, and his whole body was covered with blood.

No... He can't let things go like this... Thinking that the prince might be Tang Zhi, Zhao Zhenhe's heart feels like being hit by a hammer... He doesn't allow Tang Zhi to have any accidents in this world.

Going with the flow and abruptly, Zhao Zhenhe remembered the black magic spell imprinted in his mind

[You must use black magic spells carefully. You must know that black magic uses your own body as a sacrifice. Every time you use it, it is a kind of damage to your body. When you gain power, you will lose precious things. 】

[And the prince is not within the scope of your mission. 】

The system hurriedly stopped him, but Zhao Zhenhe didn't even hesitate. He bit his finger, drew a simple black magic starburst on his arm, and kept saying in his heart-"God of Darkness, we need Your power, when the darkness swallows the day forever, when the wailing of lonely souls rule the world, when all things wither like submitting to the desert, when the horn of darkness blows—”

Gradually, the rain in the sky stopped and turned into an impenetrable miasma. No one could see who the other party was. The black magic warriors even started killing each other. The miasma spread with Zhao Zhenhe's movement. move.

"What the hell is this miasma? Why did it appear suddenly? Isn't miasma a part of black magic... Could it be that there are ghosts among us?"

"Does the enemy have people who know black magic?!"

"..."

Taking advantage of this time, the white mage left with everyone on the magic carpet. They set up a tight formation in the sky. Although they couldn't strangle all the black magic, they could at least do a lot of damage.

Tang Zhi had passed out a long time ago, Zhao Zhenhe dragged his body and sat on the magic carpet, and a white magic doctor jumped onto their blanket. "Are you okay? What happened to the prince?"

He was doused by sulfuric acid rain.

Zhao Zhenhe opened his mouth to answer this question, but he discovered a frightening fact, neither the white magic doctor on the opposite side nor himself heard his voice.

He opened his mouth again and repeated his answer—still silent.

Zhao Zhenhe covered his throat...he...his throat couldn't make a sound.