But if a sneak attack from behind could solve the problem, Uriel would no longer be a warrior but an assassin. The necromancer didn't look back, the space began to fluctuate, and the apprentice felt a shock on his sword, and the ensuing impact almost made him unable to hold the hilt of the sword.
ghost!
It was Uriel's first time to fight in such a stressful battle. He gritted his teeth and moved his arms, swinging the sword flat to try to throw out a sharp edge. However, his magic power failed to hold up halfway, and in the end, the sword's blade dimmed even though it lit up.
"Damn it!" he cursed angrily.
At this time, a high-pitched chirping came from the air——
The black fog-like death magic was brewing the magic of destruction, but it was thrown in the wrong direction and shattered the beams on the second floor; the necromancer's strange magic gave him the upper hand, and the long bone spurs pierced the falcon's wings. But the only thing he didn't expect was that the Falcon still endured the pain and swooped down, clasping a bone in his hand with its talons and lifting the entire fallen Death Apostle!
The apprentice was rolling around to avoid the magic cluster. He gasped and got up. When he saw this scene, he almost felt that he was actually here to hold him back.
He originally thought that Mr. Eze's magic power was at its lowest point, and he might not be able to sustain it when facing the Necromancer.
However, Eze is an experienced warrior after all, and this professional classification is not too much to be crowned on his head as an honorary title. The druid skillfully avoided the head-on collision and directly dragged the enemy onto the high-altitude battlefield.
Except for flying races, it is dangerous for any mystic to take flight before the air realm - due to innate reasons, most of them lack the ability to deal with air attacks and even air combat, and many ground combat skills will only appear clumsy in the air.
Blood was flying in the air like a shower.
At this moment, Eze, who was a bird, obviously had the advantage. He used his other talon to scratch hard at the "prey", and the broken bones and powder fell with a harsh crunching sound. At the same time, he lowered his head and struck the fallen dead apostle hard with his beak. At the shoulder and neck, if the latter hadn't used another bone claw to hold it in time, this battle would have been without any suspense.
But Newell was not that easy to deal with after all.
The necromancer tried his best to twist the grabbed hand, gouging the falcon with vicious eyes, and hurriedly recited incantations; a series of languages that only the necromancer could understand were flying. The sharp blades of the bone spears jumped among each other, and even Uriel below heard them like curses urging his life to death.
It was undoubtedly preparing a magic spell. Eze neighed, pressed the guy's head and hit it against the railing. There was a loud bang, and stone powder and wood chips fell down. He hoped to interrupt the opponent's magic, but the inexplicable bone was too hard.
I go! Are you really magicians?
The apprentice watched the two monsters entangled and smashed against the wall, and the castle seemed to tremble; the elegant ornamental basket fell to the ground, and the incomplete soft petals were mixed into the soil; the marble paving the floor was turned over, and the solemn-colored walls had black marks. staggered.
The tussling falcon and necromancer are embellishing inscribed patterns on this abstract painting, which is dominated by twisted color blocks and intermittent lines.
There was no magic collision or skill competition. They fought without any grace at the beginning. They only waved their weapons savagely, exhausting their physical strength and energy, seemingly until the last drop of blood was shed by the other party.
boom!
The magic of death flew towards him, Uriel instinctively ducked down, and the magic hit a pile of ruins, splashing smoke and debris.
He suddenly didn't dare to think twice. Uriel was convinced that he had not yet reached the level of a veteran on the battlefield who could see all directions and hear all directions. It would be good if he could concentrate on catching the actions of the enemy in front of him.
The ghost spit out a ray and disappeared into the air.
But Uriel was in no mood to play hide and seek with it, and the whine of the falcon overhead became more and more frequent. Eze was obviously not as relaxed as he said. A druid lacking in magic power could not stand in a stalemate with the necromancer for a long time.
What's more, it's close combat.
"Get away!" The young man raised his sword without fear. He had the courage to face any enemy. Even if this courage largely stems from little understanding of the mystery, it is also the root of why people do not retreat in the face of the unknown.
He felt the subtle magic power flowing through his body, which was the tiny amount of power accumulated during this short period of time. So Uriel swung his sword forward to the left. The ghost's self-concealed ability was like a candle in the darkness under the fluctuation of magic power——
"Gudu..."
The knight's sword slashed through the ethereal spirit body. The first half seemed to cut through the air, and the second half was like cutting through a water ball. The ghost let out an unpleasant scream, and was really hurt.
This kind of undead is not immune to physical attacks. Although the mysterious creature has magical properties, it is also easy to be mysteriously cracked. The apprentice only attached a thin layer of magic power to the edge of the blade, and his damage was suddenly increased from zero to fifty percent of the output.
This wandering soul lost half of its body. It soared and landed in the same spot. After a few tossings, it withered and shriveled up until it disappeared, leaving only translucent powder on the ground.
Uriel realized that he had successfully killed a high-level undead, which was not something he could do originally.
"Anyway, I've been challenging myself, so there's no more." He murmured to himself. The floating ghosts sensed the death of their companions, so they swam towards this side, and then were caught by the apprentice who had mastered the trick. One by one they turned into dust.
At this time Uriel was finally able to raise his head and concentrate on the battle with the Necromancer.
And the noise in the sky has weakened——
The battle was coming to an end. Uriel looked at the scarred eagle and the scattered skeleton of the mage, and couldn't tell which side had won for a moment; blood stains were all over the wall, and the chandelier and railings had long been destroyed. Broken.
Messy is not enough to describe the scene in the hall. To be honest, it is very surprising that this building can still stand upright. Cracks and gaps are all over the wall. The main castle of the Lord's Castle is now like a dangerous building waiting to be demolished.
Eds Haynes couldn't even maintain his beastly form, and fingers sprouted from the edges of his wings; the Necromancer opposite had a red face, none of the bone spear claws on his right arm were intact, and a piece of his shoulder was torn off. Huge chunks of flesh and ragged clothing.
But this does not mean that both sides suffer losses. The apprentice saw that the broken spikes penetrated deeply into the Falcon's body, and the wounds were dripping with blood, which was horrific.
Layers of black smoke shuttled through the feathers, bones and flesh pierced by magic. Uriel felt panic like boiling water overflowing from a kettle. He could hardly look directly at such a tragic image.
There was no chance to think about the reason for the change in Newell's magic power. The shadow of Cecilia passed before the apprentice's eyes——
Goddess, why do you want to take away more?
Excessive blood loss caused dizziness and numbness. The Druid fell on a collapsed stone slab. Uriel ran over and was extremely lucky to find that he was still breathing.
The apprentice tried to move him, but the wound began to bleed profusely, and he was too frightened to move any more. But the Necromancer behind him regained his fighting power after landing, and Newell's injury did not affect the use of magic.
But it's too late, they will all die here.
Uriel pointed his sword at the priest, even though he knew that simple moves were meaningless in the face of magic.
What's more, the apprentice really doesn't have much confidence in his two tricks that are full of loopholes.
"Who are you?" Newell doesn't mind communicating with a newcomer who has just transferred to another job. Although this is a bit incredible, he does not have the arrogant attitude of a noble nobleman like Chief Shunuo.
"One of the innocent people you persecuted," Uriel replied.
"You are not innocent, because living is the original sin."
"To be honest, I have never heard of the theories you admire until today. I have to thank the kingdom's patrol knights and cultural inspection department. They stick to their posts conscientiously and are able to let your mentally ill people think up and seduce people." The fallacies and heresies of people who are out of their minds will not be spread everywhere.”
Uriel watched as the priest's face became increasingly ugly, and his tone was full of hatred: "Since you think death is worth pursuing and life is only original sin, why are you still alive?"
"Most of the mages in Gavash are living people. Following your beliefs, they are all blasphemers!"
"Those who glimpse the truth gain strength from death, so people praise him." Newell calmed down. He felt that he couldn't argue with a kid. It was simply an act of losing his mind.
He raised his fingers and was about to kill the two mysterious people in front of him: "Gavash is the land favored by Suviliya. It was originally part of Knox... When I find the Scroll of Oath, I will bring the Wiggins family to After it becomes history, I will go there to worship the gods.”
Death was imminent, and Uriel fell into a trance. At this moment, what the apprentice was thinking about was Newell's words - this necromancer has never been to Gavash?
Didn't he come from the land of the dead?
The mystery is woven with the magic of resentment and curse. The blue sky is blazing at noon, but ghosts are moving in the dark castle. Uriel only had time to cross the sword, and the apoptotic magic shattered the steel into thousands of fragments.
In an instant, these iron pieces pierced into the body, and the apprentice felt such pain for the first time: the cold metal penetrated into the skin and muscles, and half of his body became numb first, followed by burning pain and itching; blood gurgled out. Down, Uriel's vision began to blur. If he had a choice, he would rather take a sword than suffer this kind of torture.
Finally, there is the loss of heat, and life and fire are about to dim and extinguish.
Boundless darkness, unconscious eternity, that is death.
Uriel thought about the home that had changed. He only lived there for two days after it became Knox's Bar, but he almost forgot its original appearance; Ms. Emma and the people who worked together in the laundry , the face has been blurred. His seventeen years of life were only vivid during the two days he came to Knox, so that when Uriel unconsciously retraced the fragments of memory, he actually found that his mind went blank.
Only when Cecilia's red hair appeared in front of his eyes, the apprentice finally couldn't hold back his tears.
"Cecilia..." He lay on the ground, the cold and irresistible intrusion into his soul. Uriel thought about what he told the girl in front of the collapsed ruins, and what Joey told him about the meaning of life and the value that varies from person to person.
He broke his promise.
Suddenly, a shattering sound sounded in the void——
Uriel stood at the main entrance of the hall, and he heard the Druid's voice:
"Your last words before you die will only make you die faster."
The apprentice seemed to be in a whirlpool.
It’s the future again!
…
"What is reality?"
“Where does it start next?”
"How many more times will this come! Goddess, what the hell kind of magic is this!?"
Uriel couldn't help but scream, he was going crazy.
"I have no magic left, how the hell did this start?!"
But no matter how broken he is at this moment, the apprentice must take immediate measures. Do you want him to gamble with Mr. Eze's life on whether this is an illusion or reality?
Then he is really crazy.
Just reminding them directly won't work, and changing without reminding them won't change anything. What can be done to save the situation?
Uriel knew that he lacked calmness, but the successive turns were really upsetting; he felt that it was simply torturing people's will, and if he had not had the experience of igniting the fire, he would definitely lose his mind.
The apprentice did not dare to test whether his belief was as strong as steel. It would be too absurd to ask an unexceptional low-level worker who hangs out in laundries and bars to have a war-torn outstanding idea. He would not be inexplicably ignited. If you have a fire, you overestimate your abilities.
Fortunately Uriel is not alone——
He realized that his power was insignificant, but the mysterious war relied not only on magic power, but also, or more importantly, mystery!
And there happened to be something extremely mysterious about him.
Uriel unfolded the parchment, but he was still unable to write, but this no longer affected him; the parchment inside the ancient scroll was yellowed, thin and smooth, and the full and bright divine inscriptions shone brightly. The young man looked solemn and tried his best to use a less trembling voice. Read:
"In the name of Gaia——"
