"Don't use large-scale magic, pay attention to protect your teammates, and find the Scroll of Oath according to the location where the golden dust flies out... That's all."
Uriel thought about it and couldn't find any loophole, so he hesitated to stop.
The young man had no objections. He seemed to be unwilling to expend more energy and found the Necromancer more difficult. If he could contribute to solving the problem, Joey would definitely do so.
This really made the apprentice feel a little weird. In his impression, Joey was definitely not lazy. However, things are not only controlled by people, there are too many external factors: considering that Croita once owed a favor to Lord Veniworth due to a legal injustice, it is not difficult to explain the attitude of the messenger.
Just as he was about to turn around, Uriel suddenly thought that he had forgotten the most important point. He slapped his forehead and quickly added: "Finally, help me attract the enemy's attention."
Without Joey's help, the apprentice might not even be able to get up close. If Katie appears, it will arouse the vigilance of the Necromancer. But then again, why didn't he let Joey bring the black cat closer?
Uriel felt that this idea was much better than risking his own life, but he knew that he wanted to do it himself after all.
This is a meaningless persistence, which is both unsafe and risky. The apprentice knows that this is the sequelae of emotional fluctuations, but who can give up his true self? Uriel thinks that he probably can't do it. ——He embarked on this path because of his feelings for Cecilia.
If he backed down at this moment, he would no longer be Uriel. He swore it.
"What are you going to do?" Joey suddenly asked, "I can't kill him."
"I'm going to send his soul back to hell."
The apprentice replied, making preparations to start. "The Scroll of Oath is in the hall, the key is to grasp the timing. Catch him first, and then cut off the supply of magic power."
"Very reasonable." The young man agreed. He neither asked how the apprentice did it nor how sure Uriel was. "But there's a point."
"What?"
"The future is fluid."
Uriel knew what he was talking about, and the tacit understanding was gradually established by people during the battle. Joey is worried that he has changed the future without authorization based on the foreseen images, causing unexpected surprises.
"At most, it's just back to the starting point." He is not afraid of losing control of the future. If a person wants to survive, he must first have the courage to face the unknown, and even if he doesn't understand anything, he still has to survive.
"..." Joey didn't say anything, but he seemed very satisfied with his answer. The wind and snow suddenly became fierce, and he seemed to be serious again.
Uriel was rushing through the ruins, and the ice curtain rising from the ground was motionless. He immediately felt something different.
"Ice Crown"
'Under the throne, there are ministers from all walks of life'
This is a magic that has both offense and defense.
The blooming thorns are intertwined and connected in series, forming an airtight ring barrier, like the crown of ice and snow left by the God of Winter on the earth. But the cold wind passed behind him, and the messenger had disappeared.
Uriel almost fell over, and his mood was so complicated that it was indescribable - so you were still paddling before, right?
The ghost creature slammed into the shield wall and crushed itself into a ball of plasticine; then corrosive rays flew in all directions, piercing its comrades and itself.
The undead screamed in anger.
In the outer hall of the castle, York and Painter were busy dragging Dandelphine out of the pit. These two unlucky mercenaries were abandoned by the young man and had to rely on their own two legs to reach Frostleaf Castle. Fortunately, they hadn't arrived too late, otherwise they would have had to collect the bodies for Eze and the Princess of the Clover Territory.
"Lord Messenger!" the dwarf shouted quickly.
The orange-faced mercenary felt that his voice had never sounded so guilty. He couldn't imagine how thick ice sculptures Joey would turn them into if he found out that the two were secretly discussing him. Maybe it would be as bulky as a piece of armor.
But at this moment, a burst of golden mist floated from Druid's body——
No wonder Uriel didn't notice when he was in the hall, the cunning necromancer actually hid the scroll of oath in the druid's body. The apprentice would not dare to touch Mr. Eds who was frozen in ice.
The undead screamed. The ice cube melted silently, the moist air blew across his face, and the dwarf's beard lifted up.
"Rotten wind!" he cried, and the candle went out.
York was stunned in place, unable to figure out what was going on.
He heard screams and loud crashes not far away, but these were not in the hall; the wind and snow shook the castle, tearing off beams and masonry, and they smashed into powder at his feet.
"No, no! Stop it!"
The Scroll of Oath has flown away from the druid's body, with two gray shadows entwining around it, and mystery ripples in the sea of magic.
Ice and snow followed closely behind, flying through the sky at an unexpected speed. The frosty white ice went all the way up, chasing the platform and wrapping around the druid's body. Then it suddenly pulled out its spikes, spreading and circling like a snake, and caught up to the sky.
York's heart fell like a city gate with a padlock disconnected, and then was pulled up again under the cover of ice. The twists and turns were simply indescribable. The light elemental creature doubted that its nerves were almost exhausted due to the non-stop rhythm. Lost sensitivity.
His cry turned into a gasp of relief, and Painter rolled away from the falling bricks, knocking him over the edge of the platform.
"Pull him down!" the dwarf growled hoarsely.
York dragged Eads off the safe footing he had just chosen. Now the entire castle was unsafe. The mercenary team leader didn't care if his rough movements hurt the seriously injured person. It would only be more dangerous if he was left there.
Fortunately, Joey's frost once again gave Eez a layer of solid defense. He fell hard when he fell to the ground. If there was no obstacle, this blow would probably kill the Druid.
The dwarf glared at York: "Sir Sirte, are you blacksmithing? I almost thought you were a member of my race!"
"Can your people kill the undead army and still be energetic after passing through most of the city?" The light element's face almost turned yellow, which was a sign of his exhaustion. "Come and help, you stupid dwarf, I can't hold him back!"
Painter, the dwarf, was also exhausted, but the two of them worked together and finally pulled Ez off the platform.
Their decision couldn't have been wiser, because the next second the narrow platform collapsed. The scroll of oath on it was struggling to escape the blockage of the cold. A gray shadow swung the parchment back and forth, and swayed a green flame from the scroll.
"Necromantic magic!" The light element life couldn't help but retreat a little, just wanting to get further away from the green flame. Born in the Glittering Pool, these inhuman beings have an abhorrence of anything to do with shadow.
The Flashing Pool is an elemental realm created by Lucia, the goddess of light. It is rumored that it was once her kingdom, and angels led devout believers into it. However, all creatures in the mysterious realm know that the souls of the dead either go to the land of the dead, or are wandering around waiting for rebirth. The gods have already abandoned them.
Living in the world of light is not easy either, so humans are extinct there. Pure light gave birth to its life, including some goblins and light elemental creatures, as well as many monsters that like to stay in bright places.
Like the Sunken Plane Gavash, the Glitter Pool lacks the cornerstone of balance and has to rely on Nox to exist - or in other words, they are part of Nox. Compared to Knox, this kind of incomplete world is more likely to give birth to mystery.
The gray shadow threw magic downwards, and the fire became weaker and weaker.
But York noticed that there was another soul on the parchment, and they were supported by the magic of the mysterious item. This spirit that comes from nowhere is much quieter than the Necromancer, but also weaker.
"Did you see it?" He stared at the area that was not corroded by death. The scroll of oath would not be damaged by magic. York nudged the dwarf and pointed him to look there: "There seems to be something there."
However, Painter couldn't see anything except gold dust: "Maybe, do you think I can see the soul? I'm like an idiot, I am a dwarf! Not an elemental creature!"
he growled angrily.
"If you can't see it, then it is indeed a soul." The young mercenary leader pretended not to hear. He watched the ice and snow turn into sharp blades, forcing the soul of the necromancer to flee with the scroll; at the same time, he skillfully narrowed the flying trajectory to a range, as if a wolf was hunting a lone elk.
And the fatal blow came sooner than he thought. The end of the paper scroll brushed against an iceberg, and the messenger opened the net at just the right time. The long locks were condensed from the five fingers, and the cunning fish was caught in the blink of an eye.
The mercenary squad leader didn't even have time to turn his thoughts from souls to wolves. He was horrified.
"Wait a minute!" Joey heard York yell, "That still has Ezz's soul on it!"
The messenger reacted quickly and immediately shook his finger. The ice lock rubbed against the scroll of oath and shattered the brick wall behind it.
He turned back to look at the ice sculptures on the ground. Danlfion was lying beside the pit, but Eze looked pale. Joey moved his gaze to the sky again, where the tenacious undead were still struggling.
"Did you see this?" Knowing that Uriel couldn't hear him, the young man narrowed his eyes, "Then let me help you make a decision."
The solid ice connects into a curtain——
"Song of Silence"!
Extreme cold reaches out from nothingness and grabs everyone's throat. The evening sun finally disappeared in the castle, leaving only the middle of winter.
...The scroll of oath fell down and hit the ground hard.
The undead lost their attachment and disappeared. The remaining soul cannot escape and inevitably becomes a magical statue.
York couldn't believe that he actually hit him hard: "How could you-"
"He's still alive." Joey picked up the parchment, and the ice and snow melted immediately.
