Reginard stared at the strong enemy in front of him, and the solemn color slowly climbed up his cheeks. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If it is said that this Vladimir has a mysterious blood secret method, Reginad is not afraid to fight him, but this immortal art really makes him helpless.

This is an opponent whose magic is not weak, whose spells are mysterious, and which cannot be killed.

Although this guy talked a lot, his words also revealed the secret of this spell to him. He used the blood of the living to resurrect, whether it was with the secret technique that made human blood explode, or with the blood slaves he had stored in the dark dungeons, but he was not truly immortal.

But for Reginard, there is no difference between this and immortality in the true sense of the word. If he really pushes Vladimir's immortality to the end of the mountain, I'm afraid his magic power will have been exhausted long ago, and there will be no living people left on this city wall at that time.

No wonder he would rather sacrifice his youth and become this withered old state, but also exchange this secret method of blood.

Desperate sights abounded all around, and the warriors were losing ground in front of the undead, who had already lost their fighting spirit, just slashing their weapons indiscriminately and parrying deadly attacks.

Li Qing was knocked to the ground, the blindfold had been removed at some point, the armor on the undead giant's body had been shattered, and between the pale skin, Reginard recognized the face.

The war machine of Noxus, Sain.

Is it an immortal spirit resurrected from evil law?

The tall war machine grabbed Li Qing, who had no power to resist, and threw his body into the city bricks, and the blunt axe slashed and smashed him on the stomach.

Although Li Qing's whole body was shrouded in dense golden threads, he still vomited blood and vomited out strands of plasma after suffering one heavy blow after another.

Is this really the end of it?

Reginald's eyes trembled as he reached out to the nine-tailed demon fox beside him, the magical energy in his hand shaking uneasily.

Looking at the white-robed mage's expression, Vladimir burst out laughing triumphantly, and that laughter was sharp and sarcastic, as if it were the sharpest mockery of him.

Ahri looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what Reginad meant, he just nodded at her doubts, smiled slightly, and then strode forward, looking up to face Vladimir a few paces away.

The magic power surged out of his palm frantically, and the killing intent in his eyes also became agitated, stabbing in the direction of Vladimir.

"Hahahaha! It's useless! There's no way you're going to kill me! This made Vladimir laugh even more arrogantly.

"Even if you die, you will earn one by pulling one, and if you can pull an immortal to accompany you to the funeral, wouldn't you make a lot of money?" The meaning of danger pulsed in his words, and Vladimir couldn't help but take a few steps back and stare at Reginad in front of him.

The enchantment quickly condensed the edges beside him, forming an unknown magical enchantment that trapped the two of them in it. Vladimir couldn't help but feel the breath of blood, the bloody battlefield was just outside the thin layer of magic crystals, he could see it, but he couldn't feel the bloody breath at all.

"It's useless, my blood slaves are hundreds, thousands! You can't kill me! Vladimir shouted, bluffing. Indeed, he is immortal, there is nothing to fear, this barrier is just to intercept the blood on the battlefield, but it is impossible to break the spiritual blood contract between him and the blood slave.

Reginard still smiled faintly, ripples of magic swirling between the knots flying in his palm. The entire space created by the magic became more and more turbulent in the mysterious spells.

"It's ......," Vladimir opened his eyes wide.

It's magic that destroys the entire enchantment.

The powerful magic that made up the barrier would twist violently between his palms, destroying everything within the barrier.

"Is the jade burning? You madman, hahaha! I will still be born again, and you are nothing but a corpse! No! I can't even find the body! His laughter and smile distorted, and the fluctuations in his magic made him extremely painful.

Eternal life is immortal, but pain is a catastrophe that the living cannot avoid.

The white-robed magician also clenched his teeth, and his heart was horizontal, and the enchantment was suddenly distorted! He began to vomit blood, and the Vladimir in front of him was also crushed by the magic of this enchantment space, and the pool of blood turned into slowly disappeared in the squeeze of the magic power.

He felt the intrusion of a special soul power, and finally smiled with relief, so that his body that had no strength fell limply into the arms of the master of that power, and then his scarred body was dragged out of the shattered and crumbling realm.

The comfortable touch on the back made him feel as if he was lying on a big bed, the mattress was filled with soft feathers, but there was a hairy itch on his neck. He fell on top of the man, the spatial strangulation magic that had just now almost exhausted his strength, and his jaw pressed against the man's shoulder.

The snort was filled with the man's good-smelling body odor.

"I knew you were going to save me."

"Humph! If I had known, I wouldn't have saved you. The voice was hateful, as if it had been tricked, but it couldn't hide the trembling tone.

Reginard smiled "hehe", a smirk that could be heard at first glance, full of stubbornness. Then Ahri only felt a weight on his shoulders, and the guy passed out.

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In the gloomy basement, several emaciated prisoners suddenly fell to the ground, killed on the spot for no apparent reason, blood bursting out of their bodies and flowing strangely above the ground.

An eerie six-pointed star slowly emerged.

Between the red light, a pale man stood up with difficulty, his palms pressed against his chest, trying to move his steps, but he staggered and almost fell, but fortunately he held on to the cold prison wall in time.

He wanted to vomit blood, but with his current constitution, he could only retch.

The other prisoners in the cell were alarmed, and of course the pale man they knew, the Grim Reaper-like being, enslaved them like a spell-casting prop Vladimir.

Although he seemed so angry at the moment, no one dared to look up at his weak appearance. Even the slightest hint of anger could make them repeat the mistakes of the dead just now.

"You've done your job, Vladimir." The figure in the shadows spoke slowly, as if he had expected his return, the sound of footsteps approaching with the sound of wooden crutches hitting the ground.

His face was hard to see in the dark dungeon, but Vladimir knew exactly who he was.

"You weren't wronged when you lost to 'that person'. It was a man who could fight Du Kekao. A hand was on his shoulder, and the man was in front of him.

"Let's go, we still have a lot of work to do before Noxus changes hands." In a hoarse voice, the man turned and walked, and a crow landed peacefully on his shoulder.

"You're still the same as before, Svein, as long as you win, you don't care about anything." Vladimir wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "You're right, even though it's about the glory of a mage." ”

Vladimir nodded in response to him. The unwillingness in his eyes slowly receded, he slowly adjusted his breathing to calm down, raised a hand, and two more people in the cell exploded into a blood mist.

He sucked the mist of blood into his mouth, his throat churning, as if to regain some energy.