Assassin’s Chronicle

The second seventy-eight chapters of revenge and hate

Once again, the battle broke out. Buzureano could not put the dark knight in his eyes, but he could not despise the giant bones. The huge sickle was not slower than the speed of Buzureano, and there was an epiphyte on the sickle. Magic, when it is swiftly waving, it produces a wavy black smoke. Even if it is scraped by the smoke, the black and white fur of Buzureano will also have dark spots, and it will take a while to recover.

An Fei is not idle, it seems that Anna Sita has regarded Anfei as an unpredictable variable, so that Anfei has been taken care of, and one and one bone spears are shot from three directions to Anfei. The dark knight rushing from the edge of Buzureano is surrounded by the Anfei group. Affin Lai relies on speed. His own ability to fight is not comparable to those of swordsmen and knights who are protected by grudges. They can't concentrate on thinking about Susanna's changes.

Susanna suddenly increased her strength, and she could almost compete with the top of the peak. She even managed to take over the attack of the super-order creature ghost dragon. Although she was injured, it proved that her power had undergone a fundamental change. However, perhaps the elements are opposite each other. The ghost dragon seems to be a little jealous of Susanna, who has grown a light wing. The fan flies to the sky and keeps a certain distance from Susanna, just using magic to keep attacking.

What is even more difficult to understand is that if you fight with a strong enemy in the past, no matter how difficult your opponent is, as long as An Fei joins the battle group, she must definitely give some energy to pay attention to Anfei until there is reason to confirm. With the safety of Anfei, she will fight wholeheartedly. But now she never looked at An Fei. Her eyes were full of hatred. It was like a holy angel who hated the undead creatures. The eyes were nailed to the ghost dragon, and she didn't care about everything else.

The most leisurely person is the Slangeberger. The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, although he personally admits that he was injured, but he is a bright priest after all. For the undead creatures, the Sherbrooke is the most terrible butcher in the world, and no undead mage dares to fight the idea. Go to him.

The look of Black Eleven and Apa is very unattractive. They understand that they can't force themselves if they want to contribute. They are not qualified to participate in this level of fighting, but they will drag their companions. Among them, only Chris saw Susanna’s anomaly. He sometimes bowed his head and meditated. He sometimes quietly looked at the scepter in the hands of Shilanbeige, and when the Slangberg had just taken out the scepter, the scepter There is a lifelike little angel at the top, but now the little angel has disappeared.

Chris is searching for magical material in his mind, but Bright Magic is a branch that is independent of elemental magic. Interlaced like a mountain, his understanding of the magic of light is not enough, can not find something of value.

No one has found that the broken limbs and sticky black blood left on the battlefield are slowly moving, and they are concentrated at the same point. The last hill, made purely of blood mud, slowly rises.

Slangeberger first discovered the elemental fluctuations. As his eyes turned, the rows of zombies rushed out of the fog of corrosion and roared to the **** mountains. Another one did not hesitate to rush to the blood mountain. And the blood mountain has a strange attraction, not only to **** the zombies, but even to wrap the zombies in, like a giant that will eat.

When the last zombie was eaten, a huge squirm came over. Two arms-like things stretched out above the blood mountain. It was made up of dozens of zombies, broken limbs and sticky blood. The composition, and then the two legs are also separated below. In the horrified eyes of Shilan Beige and others, the flesh-and-blood giant slowly lifted his legs and took a step forward.

The ground trembled a little, and the black spots splashed like rain. The flesh-and-blood giant was too heavy, and its body was made up of zombies. The zombies couldn’t bear the impact. For the flesh-and-blood giants, it was just Take a step. But for the zombies it was a violent impact.

The look of Slanberger and Buzureano changed at the same time. They all thought of a very evil kind of sorcerer in the undead, and Slangeberg said it. Buzureano did not notice, but he was almost hit by a huge sickle that was on the way.

The first step was just a temptation. Soon, the flesh-and-blood giant stepped straight toward Anfei. The ground was constantly shaking, and a puffy black rain splattered. If the road was long, maybe that The flesh-and-blood giant will destroy himself, and the zombies possessed are limited. Unfortunately, the distance between it and Anfei is only one hundred meters, and it can withstand consumption.

The fog of corrosion that stopped there also began to move, slowly stretching, pervasive, greedy to absorb the vitality of the earth, the control of the undead magic is as terrible as the ability to kill, if the fog of corrosion is trapped inside, the battle is also There is no need to stick to it anymore.

Shilanbeige stretched out his hand, and the holy light rose into the sky. The scepter in his hand suddenly became a living creature, and he automatically flew into the air. As the spell of Slangeberg was ringing between heaven and earth, the scepter It radiates more and more intense golden light, and it is still spinning in the air. If it is not too different in shape, it is like a sun.

When the last spell spit out from Sherbet's mouth, his figure could not help but sway, and almost fell to the ground. Chris squatted and reached out to help, but did not know why he retracted his hand halfway. Instead, Niya helped Slanbeige, and asked with concern: "Adult, are you okay?"

"Thank you, I'm fine." Slanbe smiled and raised his hand and looked at the scepter in the air.

The warm light scatters from the scepter, covering a meadow around it. This light has an indescribable appeal, and even the green grass is faintly golden. The mist of corrosion that has permeated all is blocked by the light, and it is not allowed to enter, but the flesh-and-blood giant does not care, and still walks step by step, but it has a thick black gas on the entire body surface, as if Burning the same.

The face of Shilan Beige has changed again. This evil cockroach can't be killed by ordinary attacks. It can only rely on magic. No swordsman can cause fatal damage to it. Even the big swordsman can't do it. Even if the flesh and blood giants are split in half, the flesh and blood will still be combined, it is a monster that can't be killed! Only magic can solve the problem fundamentally, but the magician here has the ability to destroy the cockroach, only one of them, if even the guardian of the Holy Light can do nothing, then he has to sit still.

"Kill him! Kill him!!" Anna Sita in the distance was caught in the madness of excitement.

She has never had a good day since she was wounded by the sacred seal of Sergei Bale in the country of mercenary. Although the sacred mark is a kind of chicken rib magic, it is not very useful. It can only protect a certain recipient from the erosion of undead magic for a certain period of time, but the damage to Anna Sita is very serious. Everything she has has been strongly rejected by the Seal of God, and this rejection is uninterrupted. What is the pain of being cramped at all times? Anna Sita feels that she is not crazy, it is very good!

If it is just pain, Anna Sita is not so ruined. A necromancer with a mark of glory is naturally ridiculed by his companions. The men who respect her on weekdays always try to hide from her. Anna Sita knows Her prestige was devastated!

In fact, according to the original plan, her task is to catch Anfei and Niya and send them to the headquarters. As for other people, they can kill and kill, and if they can’t kill, don’t touch it. Pay attention to saving strength. . And Anna Sita promised on the surface that she actually had her own plan. To regain the prestige and scrub the shame, she must kill the Shilanbeige! So she did not dare to take out her last home and steal the holy device. Now that she is seeing victory, she is so angry that she has no control over her emotions.

"Offensive! You idiot!" Anna Sita screamed again, her right hand waving her staff, and the ghost in the distance snorted and swooped down to Susanna below. Anna Sita, who is eager to take revenge, has used the power close to the limit. On the one hand, he has to control the ghost dragon. On the one hand, he has to control the flesh and blood, and he has changed to any other veteran who dare not do this. If the undead magic happens, it will be better than others. Magic is much more terrible.

"Give me the light..." The call didn't stop. Anna Sita suddenly felt a magical wave, and she couldn't help but turn back and look at it. She was seeing a fiery dragon rushing over.

Anna Sita did not move. Her plan was very thorough. Here she had laid out a powerful defensive magical array. Although other necromancers had been sent out by her, a fire dragon could not hurt her.

With a bang, the fire dragon exploded in a place ten meters away from Anna Sita, and turned into a cloud of fire.

"Who?" Annasita shouted and released a magical signal to inform other Necromancers to come back immediately. It’s really hard for her, not only to control the ghost dragon and blood river, but now to release the magic signal, fortunately she is a veteran figure, barely able to maintain.

"I introduce myself, my name is Entos." A voice came over, and then came out from an old tree in the distance. It was an ordinary middle-aged magician who didn't see him singing a spell. His body floated like a leaf into the air.

"Entos?" Annasita stunned. She felt that the name was familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I heard it.