Five sharp sword qi fingers hit the black warrior's neck directly, and no matter how hard the scale armor was, it couldn't stop the five consecutive strong cuts.

"Poof!" a black head rose into the air, and countless corpse oils gushed out of the black warrior's severed head like a fountain.

Staggering two steps forward, the Black Samurai fell to the ground.

After the use of a full-strength and high-consumption combat skill, Locke fell into a period of weakness uncontrollably, which had nothing to do with his physique, purely because of the excessive use of fighting energy, which made his body reach its limit.

Pulling out a piece of blood essence and holding it in his throat, feeling the endless stream of life heat pouring into his abdomen, Locke's body recovered as quickly as possible.

On the side of the fierce battle between Hals and others, when the black knight was killed, the necromancer who was connected with his spiritual power was also deeply affected, and in order to perfectly manipulate this necromantic creature whose strength was comparable to that of a first-class necromancer, the necromancer Heide Woods split his mental power into a quarter and stored it in the black knight's head.

All of this turned into ashes with Locke's sword qi finger.

With the loss of a quarter of his mental power, the resistance of the necromancer Hedwoods has decreased significantly, and under the continuous attacks of Hals and Arnold, wounds have been frequently added to his body.

Heide Woods was very aggrieved, he didn't expect that he had been crisscrossing the East Coast for more than two hundred years, and today he would die at the hands of these vulgar knights.

The explosion of any first-level powerhouse before death is very amazing, and if you don't pay attention to it, you will be pulled off by him, especially the first-level magicians.

After the Black Warrior was scrapped, Heide Woods, who knew that he was in a desperate situation, changed his previous defensive and procrastinating posture, and instead launched a crazy attack, and several powerful single magic spells were released, blocking Hals's attack.

As an old fritter in the knight's hall, Hals has experienced many battles, how could he be pulled into the water by the trapped beast fight of the necromancer Heide Woods, and instantly changed his fighting style to focus on defense.

Hals, Locke and the others didn't know what a quarter of the loss of mental power meant for a mage, and now even if the necromancer managed to drag on until support arrived and survived, he would lose the potential to be promoted to a second-level mage.

Not only that, but the lifespan of a first-level magician of five hundred years will also be greatly reduced, and from now on, he will have more than two hundred years of life, just like those knights he looks down on, according to his current lifespan, even if he successfully escapes back, he can last another hundred years to burn high incense!

The grief is nothing more than the death of the heart, which is the current state of Heide Woods, and he has already let it go.

In the necromancer's frenzied retaliatory counterattack, Arnold is the one who bears the most pressure, and the earth-based fighting spirit gives him indestructible defense, but that doesn't mean he can eliminate all attacks.

The strange necromancy made Arnold's confident defense a little ineffective.

His face was gray and decayed, and seeing that Arnold's situation was not good, Hals had no choice but to go up and bear some of the pressure.

The outbreak of the necromancer is temporary, and with the degree of physical mana of the first-level magician, it is impossible to support the master of his high intensity consumption, and now the pointer that determines the victory of Hals is time.

After a short rest, when the fighting spirit had recovered about forty percent, Locke rushed with his sword

Go to the aid of Hals and the others.

The signature sword qi finger was issued again, and this time the number of sword qi was only three, and the cutting power was much worse than the five just now, which also consumed half of Locke's total fighting qi.

The enemy was very angry when they met, and it was not Hals, who had been chasing after him, or Arnold, who had been sticking to him like sticky candy, it was Locke.

Long before the Black Knight, the Necromancer was ready to sacrifice it, but he didn't expect the Black Knight's defeat to come so quickly that he hadn't gotten rid of Hals's pursuit.

"Source of Shadows!" an elliptical orb of energy emitting deep black gravitational fluctuations formed from the necromancer's hand and flew towards Locke.

Locke, whose armor was shattered by nearly half and the total amount of fighting energy was less than fifty percent, neither dared nor could take this move hard, and narrowly dodged sideways, Locke could even smell a trace of burnt and corrosive smell from the energy ball across his waist.

Without looking, Locke also knew that the epidermis on his right waist had been completely eroded by death energy.

Sure enough, it was difficult for the first-level knight to compete with the first-level magician, and Locke, who knew his depth, did not drag it out, so he hurriedly retreated, and joined forces with Hals and the two to form a siege of the necromancer.

After one blow failed, another move came, and the low-level skeletons hovering around the necromancer gradually strengthened in the sound of the magician's chanting incantation, and the gray bones became crystalline, and it seemed that more than just hardness had been improved.

More than 100 skeleton shelves rushed towards Locke and the others, quite a small trend of the sea of skeletons, these garbage skeletons whose strength is only high-level squires, even after being strengthened by the necromancer's magic power, did not reach the state of quasi-knights, which made the three of them slightly relieved.

However, the subsequent encounter made their hearts rise again.

It took a lot of magic to strengthen the skeleton shelf, and the necromancer's approach was that the drunkard didn't mean to drink.

"Phosphorus bone explosion!" the skinny, skinny finger pointed forward.

The skeletons gathered in front of the three Locke exploded violently after a chaotic wave of energy.

A white mushroom cloud rose, obscuring 90% of the view on the battlefield, and the creatures on the islands below were the worst, because the explosion was generated from the bottom up, and the number of people who were indirectly injured and killed by the necromancer's move was hundreds.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

After the white mushroom cloud, there were only three people left in the sky, Hals with one arm hanging weakly, Locke who covered his right abdominal muscle twitching slightly, and the necromancer with a weak breath and a dim soul fire in his eyes.

In the huge crater formed by the explosion below, Arnold, with his hands crossed and in a defensive position, was half-kneeling, his fighting spirit was overused, and his muscle energy was exhausted, he was the worst person on the field at this time, not one of them!

Just now, Arnold withstood about two-thirds of the impact of the phosphorus bone blast, and the remaining third was shared by Hals and Locke.

Next, it's show time for Rock and Hals!

"Truly, see you're not dead this time?!" his left arm was temporarily scrapped, and it didn't seem to have much effect on Hals, only to see him show a mouthful of white teeth, and sneer cruelly at the necromancer.

Locke

Without speaking, he forcibly endured the pain of torn muscles, threw away the completely bent cold iron long sword, took out an ordinary fine iron spear from the spatial ring, and followed behind Hals.

Faced with the momentum locking of the two strong enemies, the necromancer's expression was rather indifferent.

The skeleton that detonated the strength of hundreds of top-level high-level squires just now has exhausted all his magic power reserves, and his spiritual power has also dried up, at this time, a low-level magic apprentice may be able to clean him up, so why bother the two strong men of Locke and Hals.

"Hey......" When life was about to end, the necromancer didn't know what to think, and before he could utter his last words, he was torn to pieces by the two Locke who pounced fiercely on him.

"Made, this skeleton is so hard!" "Bang, bang, bang! It took three slashes with his broad-bladed sword in a row to cut off half of the necromancer's skull, and Hals couldn't help but curse.

But all the unpleasantness came to naught after this half of the white bone skull was in my hands.

Hals, who held the remains of a necromancer in his hand, looked back and forth in his hands excitedly like a tomb robber who had unearthed a huge treasure.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in the brains of dead people. Locke looked at Hals speechlessly, with his spear in hand.

From childhood to adulthood, there have been hundreds of battles of all sizes, and this is the first time Locke has seen such a peculiar guy.

"You know what, this is the elemental body that first-level magicians only have after they have been promoted to second-level!" Hals seemed to know a lot, still holding on to the half of his brain.

This first-level necromancer is indeed a guy who has touched the threshold of the second-level, as can be seen from the fact that he single-handedly faced the powerful Locke three and caused such a big trouble.

Half of the white warm bone fragment shone slightly in Hals's hand, and Locke, who was no stranger to magic power, released a trace of spiritual power detection, and sure enough, he felt an unusual and extremely rich death attribute magic from above.

"This little thing alone is worth the loss of our three brothers this time!" Hals smiled, and after collecting the bone fragments, he turned back to look after Arnold in the pit below.

Locke stepped forward to collect the necromancer's other relics, including the body torn to pieces by them, and the bones of first-level creatures were also valuable, so Locke didn't care if this was the remains of a 'human' of the same race.

Take a short break.

Locke asked the other two, "Where are you going?"

Hals, who was holding Arnold, first felt the energy factor in the air around him, and then said, "The battle fluctuations in the west have also subsided, let's go to the north!"

"Good. Locke nodded.

To the west is the battle site of Lev and Charles, who are dealing with the weakest of the three enemies, the Shadow Knights, and believe that the subsidence of the battle fluctuations is a clear proof that they have won.

To the north, where Shelley was fighting, she was alone with a botanical mage, who needed their support as soon as possible.

"Let's go!" three streamers of light streaked across the sky and shot north, leaving only the island in shambles.

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