On the city wall, a field of fire spread in an instant, and if it weren't for the fierce battle between Reginad and the mysterious blood warlock Vladimir, I don't know how many soldiers would be affected by this. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the firelight, the figure of the white robe slowly appeared in the flames.

He didn't move, his hands still maintaining the complicated mudra on his chest, and his heavy breathing slowly expelled the turbidity in his chest.

Spiritfire, a spell that injures both the caster and the opponent. If it weren't for the terrifying magic and spiritual power he consumed, and constructed a hollow magic protective film on the periphery of his body, I am afraid that he would definitely be injured.

And Vladimir's figure has disappeared for some reason, and large swaths of condensed blood have been burned out in the flames, leaving only a few pools of strange blood accumulated on the city bricks, gathering into pools of blood, like stagnant water left in the depression after the rain.

Vladimir is a blood sorcerer, and all his spells are carried by blood, so Reginad does not dare to be negligent in the slightest, even if he must have been severely injured by him now, hiding in the blood.

He cautiously approached the pools of blood, large and small, the stinging sword of self-defense had already been used for the sacrifice of the Burning Soul Fire, and Reginard had no choice but to slip a small wand from the sleeve of his long robe.

Like that time, the Bursting Wand with a golden sheen might at first glance make people think that it was a luxury made of expensive metal, but in fact it was just a creation of magic.

However, if you count the mana consumed to make it, it can indeed be called a consumable extravagant enough.

The power of the elements condensed at the head of the staff, dormant and waiting, but he was not sure of it. He knew that his opponent was also looking for an opportunity - Vladimir was hiding in calm blood, and the sound of the white-robed mage's breathing was too heavy in comparison.

Although the sound of fighting on the battlefield is still endless, for the two people facing each other, it seems that everything around them no longer exists.

Behind you!

Reginald's whole body couldn't help but tense, and in the pool of blood that he had just passed, the figure of the Blood Warlock suddenly jumped out, the magic light of the staff head surged, and the flaming windbreaker wrapped around his body.

This time, the flames ignited by the fire elemental were enough to scare Vladimir, the frightened bird. The figure that appeared was a few steps back, and Reginard followed closely, and his feet were suddenly pulled, followed by a sharp pain in his calf.

It was the pain of cutting through the flesh.

Between the three lacerations in the traveler's trousers, there were bloody marks, and the wounds were not deep.

The vampire smirked and floated up from the pool of blood, which turned into a cloak of blood, fastened over his shoulder by a Noxus insignia. On the silver claws on his wrist were the blood that had just been obtained from the wound.

A feeling came suddenly.

It was as if the blood all over the body began to become restless, churning in the veins. Reginard forced this strange feeling, he knew that if his mental strength was slightly slackened at this moment, he was afraid that he would fall to the ground and vomit blood.

"You've lost, Reginard."

Vladimir laughed, and the steel claws slashed through the air with the dance of his hands, and several pools of blood on the ground quickly floated in the air, and the blood stains on the steel claws also fell off strangely, and the blood condensed into a blood ball in front of him.

Then, slowly, slowly, it condensed into a figure.

Although the surface of the figure was constantly rippling with water, and it looked like some kind of unstable structure, it did not fall apart.

In Reginald's astonished gaze, the figure of the blood structure in front of him slowly appeared...... His appearance.

I see.

Vladimir was not good at hand-to-hand combat, but he used such steel claws as a weapon, not only to resist the cushion when defending himself, but ......

Use that razor-sharp claw stab to draw the blood of your enemies and cast spells.

As for the last time he fought in Sun Hunter Town, he was already injured, and obtaining his blood was easy for Vladimir, who could manipulate blood.

Reginard stared at the "self" in front of him closely, his dress, appearance, and even expression were exactly the same. If even the strength can be copied, God knows how terrible it will be.

A blue orb suddenly rose in the air and stopped between several people, as if it had broken through the ground, but there was not a single crack on the city bricks. Immediately after, a pair of soft shoes with leggings stepped on the ground and landed lightly on the wall behind him.

The skyrocketing blue ** light brought up bursts of energy-disturbed cyclones, and inserted into the battlefield with great intimidation. "You're really more uncomfortable than Irelia said."

Ahri raised his eyes and glared at him, his eyes full of lessons, "This guy is handed over to you, as for this clone as weak as you, I'll just solve it." ”

Her tone was relaxed and full of contempt. Even the battle plan or something, it was easily said in front of Vladimir, and he didn't know how to hide it at all.

He crooked the corners of his mouth, and as soon as the nine-tailed demon fox's soft shoes stepped on the ground, the dust stirred up before it could fall, and his body turned into a burst of fluorescent blue spiritual light, flowing past Reginard's side, and flying towards the newly formed mirror figure.

Only the white-robed mage could hear her whisper in the moment she was on the wrong shoulder.

"Kill the vampire directly."

At this time, Vladimir didn't know it, and was still standing behind the blood-condensed mirror image, holding his arms and staring coldly. "Is it another rescuer?" A few words of sarcasm spat out from his bright red lips.

Ahri, who rushed towards the mirror image, suddenly pierced through the blood-made body, leaving no obstacle in front of the void spirit body. The graceful figure appeared in front of Vladimir.

Seeing this, the vampire retreated in a panic, and the psychic power tried to control the blood clone to stop Ahri. But she didn't give him any chance, and the vitality bomb slammed into his chest as his body solidified. Her delicate lips opened lightly, and wisps of pink demonic energy blew out of her mouth, like pandan, condensed into a heart in mid-air, and as soon as she raised her hand, she threw the demonic condensed love in the direction of Vladimir.

The illusion of magic had caused him to lose himself in the spiritual realm she had constructed, though with his mental powers, the illusion would only last for two seconds at most.

But enough - Reginard was already in front of him.

"Damn it!" He glared angrily.

"Is that all there is to it?" The round head of the wand in his hand was suddenly covered by thunder, condensed into a razor of thunder and lightning, and stabbed Vladimir in the chest.

The pale flesh was torn apart, and the blood-colored cloak was directly twisted into pieces and scattered in the air.

The white-robed mage let go of his wand and let it jam in his chest, and then, he grabbed Ahri's wrist and led her back a few steps, and then the handprint flew up, and the wand suddenly burst out with bursts of white light, exploding instantly!

After the magic light of the explosion receded, only a pool of blood remained in the vampire's place just now, and Vladimir's body fell in a pool of blood, his head and body were separated, his head was still intact, and his body had been blown into a pile of minced flesh, which quickly sank into a pool of blood.

However, the severed head that fell on the pool of blood still spoke: "My last words? It's the funniest joke I've ever heard, hahaha! ”

Reginald narrowed his eyes and looked at the remains of Vladimir in the pool of blood, and the smiling head made people feel chills when they looked at it.

Is this guy really not going to die?

Violent magic fluctuations boiled from this blood pool, and in the chaotic battlefield, suddenly several warriors were stunned, bursting into several blood mist, and the blood that expanded from the body slowly gathered into this blood pool, and the liquid surface of the blood turned into a cloak of shawls, and the recovered body slowly rose from the blood pool and stood in front of him.

"Above the high city, there is as much blood as you want, and I don't even need to consume it to raise blood slaves myself." The elegant voice said lightly.

Reginald's nerves finally tensed.

It really is the method of immortality.