Netheril’s Brilliance

A fluttering red flame flew out from the ruby ​​on the head of the staff. In an instant, every inch of the road swept by the flame, every leaf of grass instantly turned into fly ash, and every stone was It became red and chapped, and the flames of at least seven thousand degrees of high temperature instantly carbonized the small trees that were a little closer. The extreme high temperature even made punk feel hot and unbearable through the energy state "secondary mage armor".

Feiyan flew to the gathering place of the skeletons in less than a second. The flames from the explosion engulfed all the skeletons in, and the flames swirled and burned on the ground like a storm. The undead woods are illuminated. Every creature in the woods, including the skeleton soldiers who were far away, was staring blankly at the direction of the flames. They were shaking, and they were shocked. This is when creatures face something that brings destruction. Instinctive fear!

The arbitrarily raging blazing flame burned for dozens of seconds before it gradually extinguished. The undead skeletons who had been wiped out as soon as the flame touched no longer found any traces of existence. Their bones framed. , The equipment, and the "corpse" of the female priest. They all vaporized without a trace in less than five seconds in the terrifying storm. Only the rock melted by the intense high temperature turned into a slowly flowing gel. Liuli, reflecting the cold light in the gloomy weather.

　　 "This power is definitely two or three times more powerful than a rocket." Punk endured the discomfort and took a breath or two of heated hot air. Many areas on the ground are still red like a soldering iron.

"This is power! It represents the mighty power of destruction, this is knowledge! The magical knowledge of manipulating destruction", punk sighed while gently rubbing the head of the gem stick with the hot temperature remaining, while opening his lips and teeth slightly Tao.

After rubbing the spotless gems and gems spotlessly, Punk turned around and left the "glazed wasteland" that had nothing but the hot air. Now, he is going to explore the secrets of this incongruent grove. Now, he is going to collect the spoils he deserves!

The closer you get to the center of the forest, the more the undead aura becomes. Nearer to the center of the forest, there is even a mist composed of the undead. A lot of black mist settles down, and its thickness is fully submerged to the position of the punk ankle, even The "secondary stance" can hardly isolate all the undead breath.

Punk found the robe skeletons wandering in the woods. Although the skeletons of the skeletons were mottled and cracked, punk still felt the residual soul energy on them. This proves that these two mages were definitely apprentice-level powerhouses before their lives. Now, they have all turned into dead bones to wander here, but the robes worn by these two former apprentice wizards are beyond punk's expectation, because it is too complete, except for the loss of magic due to the erosion of the undead. The inscription of effectiveness is dark and mutilated, and there is hardly any other damage, and the bones of the soldiers in the center are also so, even some soldiers seem to have not drawn out their swords. The undead in the center, whether it is bones or equipment, There is no trace of fighting.

Now punk feels more and more weird. It stands to reason that the more the enemy invades the center, the more fierce resistance it should be, and the more traces of the battle. But the situation in this army is just the opposite. The periphery looks like fighting is in full swing, and the center is the most destructive. The mage of ”did not make a move. In the end, both the soldiers on the periphery and the mage in the inner circle lost their lives. The mage and soldiers who died without a trace of battle can only explain one situation, that is, they are all in extremely short They died in time, and even they had no chance to draw out their swords to prepare for battle until they died!

　　Punk leaned down and picked up a small piece of dead branch for the system to analyze

　　 "Analysis result: The breath of the undead eroded in a short time, completely neutralizing the life energy of the branches within six seconds, and the branches of the cells died."

"Sure enough," Punk threw away the branch and allowed it to fall to the ground and smash into pieces of wood. "The undead breath here does not come from erosion. It is produced entirely by magic." Punk straightened his waist and began to take it seriously. The existence of the forest is shocked. It can cause such a large range of damage. It can make the trainee-level warriors and wizards die without resistance in a few seconds. It can make these undead breaths remain after nearly half a month of spilling. "Enduring", this is definitely a terrifying method of a formal-level powerhouse. Moreover, punk knows from inherited memory that a spell with such a destructive power and a wide range can be called even in a formal-level spell. The word "powerful"!

Recalling the bones of dead soldiers seen outside the woods, it seems that about one-third of the skeletons have a faint strip of cloth on their shoulders, because the adhesion of the dye is combined with the erosion of the undead breath. The patterns and colors are no longer visible. At the time, punk thought it was some custom in the Kingdom of Camos, just like a cloth belt tied to the head of a hardworking person on earth, and punk was focusing on dealing with enemies and Calculating the female priest, so I didn’t care about these little details. Now think about it carefully. Isn’t the most direct purpose of bringing this kind of marker is to distinguish the enemy from us? The Kamos soldiers who died outside died under the sword of "each other" It's because they were originally two opposing armies. As for why they are all wearing the uniform of the Kingdom of Camos~www.readwn.com~, I really don't know the reason!

　　 Now punk already probably knows what happened in this little wood.

The two army of the Kingdom of Kamos met in this small forest. Perhaps one of them is a fake army, or both of them are real army but split, and maybe even both of them are fakes, but it just happened here. After the rush, it is very likely that one party is chasing the other. Anyway, they fought in the small woods. When the battle reached the middle of the battle, a formal-level spellcaster suddenly came and used this large area for a certain purpose. The plastic energy spell slayed one team or both teams clean. As for why the most destructive army mage did not take action, it may be the mage who needs to contain the enemy, or it may be scrupulous, or for other reasons, anyway, when the official level powerhouse comes, they will never have it. The opportunity is here.

　　 "This ghost thing is really messy, and it even involves the official powerhouse. How can there be a formal powerhouse in such a humble wasteland? Or a rare spellcaster."

In any case, whether these things are conspiracies or tricks, they have nothing to do with punk. He has made up his mind, and when he goes back, he said that he killed two undead from a distance, took a few pieces of equipment and positioned it. After I got a space coordinate, I ran back. As for the other information, I didn’t know it. The wizard guild who wanted to pay little attention to this matter would choose to check it by itself after getting the space coordinate, instead of treating myself with bad taste. Elementary school students harp.

　　 After thinking about the things after going back, the punk, who is already much relaxed now, looked at the robe skeleton still wandering in a daze, with a slight joy in his heart: "Finally, it's the open box that I love to hear"!