Dawn of the Grey Tower

Noticing that his magic was easily unlocked by the opponent, the Crow can now finally be sure that the failure of the curse just now was not an accident. Something in this snakehead might even have the ability to resist or be immune to magic to a certain extent. This is a very common phenomenon among those races and individuals who are blessed by high presence, but this is bad news for the spellcaster.

"Why do I meet such a troublesome guy every time I meet." The wizard complained, using the dust on the ground to condense a barrier in front of him. The wall composed of dust certainly does not provide any protection. However, when the snakehead passes through the dust, there is an irresistible pause, and normal breathing is hindered, forcing him to stop.

Curse Crow knows that if he wants to defeat his opponent in such an unfavorable dark environment, he must grasp everything that can be used. The spellcaster retreated towards his back, and he wanted to hide behind the prayer platform. The metal prayer platform would secure enough time for him to perform more complex casts. The Snakehead clearly noticed this, and the monster threw the snake tooth dagger in the back of the curse crow with smooth movements, forcing him to stop the pace, while the empty hand quickly wound the left hand crossbow.

Unlike arrows made of snake teeth, this dagger is silent when flying. If the magic of the robe protects the curse, the wizard should hit the dagger without knowing it. However, the gray robe rolled up the dagger again, but the impact on the weapon still staggered the spellcaster's footsteps. At the same time, the roaring arrow was no more than one step away from the curse's face.

At this distance, the Crow knows that it is absolutely too late to avoid this arrow. Similarly, the magic on the robe is not omnipotent. Just received the attack of the dagger, the robe's clothing has not been restored and can resist the attack again status. In desperation, the conjuror raised his left hand and wanted to use one of his ten rings to defend against the attack, but it was only after he discovered that those magical rings remained with his clothes In the arms of carnivorous cotton. Now his ten fingers were empty.

"Damn it!" The wizard shouted loudly, but this did not change the facts that had already happened. The serpent arrow finally stopped before the tip of the curse's nose, at the cost of the arrow passing completely through the wizard's left palm. If the currow is now in a well-lit environment, he will find that the color of the blood flowing from the palm of the hand shows a strange dark purple. However, the pain of holding a hot iron ball in his hand made the magician know his condition without seeing the blood. The pain he felt was far more than the arrow injury should bring, and the neck was still stabbed. The painful wound, there is no doubt that this arrow has similar toxins.

"You have to pay for this!" The wounded wizard roared, but his voice became hoarse due to the effects of toxins, and he could not make the opponent feel afraid. The initiator of all this, the serpent-headed man looked at the curse and looked awkward, and made an unpleasant laugh. He took a big step toward the spellcaster, and when the distance between the two was close enough, he would use the deadly Fang completely turned out to be an opponent.

The wizard with the arrow on his palm looked at the snakehead who was pressing step by step. The curse could feel the pain from the wound become stronger. He wanted to scream, but his throat could not be numbed by the venom. Speak. But even in such an unfavorable situation, the spellcaster still has a vicious smile in the corner of his mouth, he has not lost, as long as ...

"Sa!" Snake kissed, approaching. The caster restricted by the toxin is so fragile that even the gestures that guide the spell cannot be laid out correctly. On the contrary, the pleasant and excited light in the eyes of the snakehead proves that this monster is in the most enjoyable part of the killing link This time, warm blood would flow through his throat, moisturizing his mouth that had been thirsty for too long.

"Boom!" The sound of the neck being bitten rang in the empty church. In this dark world, the sound of a dead life was surprisingly loud. Muscle, gradually weak, curse can feel his life is quickly leaving him along the wound on his neck, but the more this moment, the clearer he realizes that today is not his death.

Perhaps it was a dying struggle. The power of the spellcaster somehow pushed away the snakehead who bit him. The pushed monster did not resist, and obediently let the fangs leave the wizard's flesh and blood. He knew that this self-controlling human could not live long. He was poisoned by the poison on his teeth, and no one could live ... lived ... The sudden dizziness caused the snakehead to suffocate his thoughts. He shook his head, trying to drive away the sudden dizziness, but instead Even the pace at his feet began to be scattered.

"I know that most venomous snakes are immune to their own venom. So you should be lucky, because you can experience the feeling of what you killed before death." The soft sound of the curse cried in the ear of the snakehead . The human wizard who should have died painfully looked at him now with an admiring expression, and the snakehead did not want to understand what was going on until he died, and why the wound on the neck of the wizard had scabed.

"Boom!" The dead body fell on the metal floor, making a heavy noise. The curse looked at the body under his feet, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He won, but it was not easy to win. As the wound on the wizard's body gradually disappeared, scars on the snakehead's body began to appear almost the same as the curse's wound ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ It was like, as if the spellcaster passed his injury on to his opponent .

This is indeed the case. This spell of passing the injury is one of the means of life-saving of the curse. As long as he is not dead, the spellcaster can transfer all the damage he suffered to another creature that is similar to his body. He has a snake head, but his body is similar to humans. The immortal curd crow took two steps backwards, and touched the prayer table behind him. He leaned his body on the prayer table and exhausted all his energy to breathe. The price of the curse was appearing on him. There was a lot of noise in the spellcaster's brain.

For a long time, the curse crow finally drove the angry soul away from his body. A little carelessness of this curse would make the spirit of the caster torn into pieces by the angry soul of the passer-by, and then become a mental disorder Walking dead. After all, this is not the first time a spellcaster has encountered this situation. Compared with the first creature who died under his spell, the snakehead ’s soul cannot cause more trouble than his fangs.

"Hoo ..." Just when Currow felt he was back to normal, a heavy breath made him fall into fear again. The reason is very simple. This breathing sound came from the direction of the idol. It sounded as if he had woke up with the snakehead and woke up to the horrible existence sleeping here. To find this site, please search for "6 毛 小说 网" or enter the URL: .6mao.