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A broken stone wall made the dizzy light from the outside into the mage tower, and together with the Ye Mingshi embedded in the wall, the light of this area was supported, and the necromancer Mom Morris, who was wrapped in the fog of war, lost the shadow that could hide his body.

And the knights never fear enemies in the clear place!

Silver Blade Knight, jump and charge!

Cyril's figure was like a crystal blue cannon shot from the huge magic crystal cannon above the towering royal city. The Silver Blade Knight's standard sword attached to the magic power drew a dazzling silver light in the air without any concealment, slashing hard towards Mom Morris.

Charge! This is undoubtedly the most suitable skill Cyril has now possessed for quick access to the enemy. The great momentum brought by absolute power is enough to transfer the Necromancer's target from two Three Ring Mages named Martin and Heyman to him.

The night vision ability made him clearly in the black fog. Seeing that the white staff in Morris's hand had pointed at him, the obscure spell was quickly chanted, and then two black clouds wrapped in dark blue flames smashed towards Cyril, who was still in the air.

What kind of spell is this? A variant of Fireball Technique, a corpse explosion and fire cloud?

Cyril quickly recognized this spell in his heart. Although he did not have the ability to accelerate twice in mid-air, he was not panicked at all.

For many years, he even danced without any harm in the "ripples of death" covered by the lich, and bathed in the fire of the phoenix's judgment.

A ball of fire clouds seemed scary, but in fact it was just the level of the Second Ring Spell. It was really not enough to see in front of him.

It is true that his body is not as bathed in the dragon blood as in the game back then, and his magic resistance index is full. Even if he overturns, he will not hurt. But now that he has lost his strong body, he has something he did not have in the game at the same time.

Cross Eagle Knight's Shield!

The little round shield took the initiative to meet the Fire Cloud. Even though Cyril himself is not a master of shields, the skill of using shields at this time is exactly the same as the skill of using a dagger to block the opponent's weapons.

Don't forget that excellent wanderers are all masters of "blocking" skills, not to mention that this shield itself has an extremely outstanding attribute:

Percentage discharge.

The fire cloud emitted by the necromancer was about the same size as the shield. Two consecutive heavy blows hitting the shield were not even able to cause any obstacles to Cyril with the dual blessing of "blocking" and "percentage power relief".

He rushed into the large black fog steadily and felt a feeling of discomfort. There seemed to be countless screams of resentful souls in his ears. It was the erosion effect of the fog of war on the spirit of living beings.

But this feeling lasted for only a short moment - because three spells fell on him almost at the same time.

Qianqing's air flowed around him, like a small shield. A layer of stiffness felt on his soft skin, but it did not affect his movements. And the mind was even more clear, just like a bath after a long period of fatigue, washing away all the fatigue in his body.

The three spells of the grand aura shield, body protection stone skin, and spiritual clearing techniques correspond to the three people behind them. Although their own combat power is not outstanding, at this time, they undoubtedly did what an auxiliary mage should do.

The stairs are thin and narrow, and there is really not much space for people to stand. When they rushed into the black fog, Cyril almost faced the necromancer, which means that all warrior professions should do the most important and critical step for the mage professions:

Close.

Cyril did not hesitate at all. Although this charge did not directly hit Morris and overturned him, it was enough to achieve his goal.

With night vision, he clearly found Morris wearing a mage robe that was almost burnt. His tall figure, who was originally quite well-known, could only see the thick white bones under him and some scorched and disgusting pieces of meat. The young soldier was enough to retreat just by seeing this scene.

But Cyril has long been used to fighting with these skeletons, let alone compared to disgusting creatures like "hatred", these skeletons do not even have the capital to make people SAN     CHECK.

He stepped forward, and the sword drew a dazzling cross in front of him. The silver cross that was extremely skilled cut to tear open the black mist. Morris had only had time to take two steps back, but the robe on his body was hooked by the tip of the sword and tore it apart in two swishes.

"Knight, get out of here, it has nothing to do with you!"

Morris howled loudly, and the still-satisfied human shame reached out and wanted to block his important parts when he was still a human being. Cyril sneered, these mages who had just completed the transformation always maintained some strange human instincts—

But he did not look down on anything in his actions. The shield he had just removed was raised again. Almost just now, a ball of flame jumped out of the ground with a "bang" and hit the shield.

The heavy force made Cyril's hands numb, and he almost threw the shield out. Cyril grinned and shook his hands. He was too familiar with the behavior of these necromancers. Even if he still had a strange sense of shame, the necromancer's sinisterness would not be missing.

But even though he had already made a precaution in advance, he was sure that the blocking angle he had just made was perfect and the percentage of power discharge had not failed, but the power of the spell did crush his defense - if it weren't for the collision between the aura around him and the scattered flames, these difficult flames would have burned into his hands.

Four-ring spells, fire trees grow—

"So you used to be a fire-type specialist, pretending to be a water-type spell tutor. It seems that you really have some intentions about the Christian family."

He looked at the pair of eye sockets with flames inside with strange eyes. They were the fire of souls and the unique feature of the Necromancer.

"If you guess correctly, the skeletons in the forest also met you. Do you want to use their hands to kill Mia?"

Cyril said, but his hands were not slow at all. The Four-ring spell can not be cast simply, but it is Morris' vacuum period.

He slashed down with a sword, and Morris hurriedly raised the Lisenbai staff to block it, but the staff broke immediately under the sharp Silver Blade Knight's sword. It wanted to retreat, but almost stepped into the air and fell from a high altitude like the previous mage-

Even if he is already a dead soul and is thrown into pieces, his soul will dissipate.

Cyrill's long sword kept stopping, taking advantage of his illness to kill him. In the low stage where the mage generally does not "flash" and the counter-mechanical spell that can be used to attack only has one "resist the fire ring", being tied to the warriors means being slaughtered.

Even necromancers are no exception, unless they have special treasures - such as the "Korel's dagger" that can teleport? But how could they have it?

What's more, this necromancer is also a commander who has no loyal skeleton soldiers guards, and his combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

He drew his sword fiercely and simply wanted to remove the necromancer's limbs and cut them into "bone sticks". As long as he limited his ability to move, he could slowly question the relevant information.

But just as Cyril accurately removed Morris' left arm with a sword and was about to remove his right arm, a bright green light suddenly lit up from the body of the Necromancer.

Cyril's reaction was almost at its peak. The Cross Eagle Knight's shield suddenly stood in front of him, but was still knocked back by a huge force from nowhere, and almost fell from the spiral tower.

"The fragments of the corrupted orb! Can this damn thing still protect the Lord?!"

He looked at the necklace that made the Necromancer's entire bones emit a shocking green light on his chest, and his face turned gloomy.
Chapter completed!