"Your Excellency...... No, Mr. Grant, is that all you have to do?"

Stepping on the rubble on the ground, Rastolle took a few steps out, clinging to the wall, keeping a part of his body in the shadows.

Donald didn't respond, maintaining the presence of a strong shield, and the cast of the Spirit Razor took a few seconds to cast.

"Don't you know that it's extremely stupid to use a spell that requires a long cast in front of an enemy?"

The pitch-black arrows that Donald had seen before formed again, and Rastorle raised his hand and the arrows shot out, his steps moving forward at the same time, trying to close the distance.

However, as he rushed forward, blue ghosts jumped out of the ground from the rubble on the left and right sides and behind him, holding a short knife weapon formed by the condensation of soul energy, and slashed at Rastolle's body in three directions.

After absorbing souls, the Bone Spirit Disk has the ability to enslave these souls, and as long as Donald consumes a certain amount of mental power, he can drive these souls to attack the enemy on his behalf.

It's a trap, Donald casts the Spirit Razor spell in order to make Rastol impatient to attack, and the Bone Spirit Disk has already been activated.

Suddenly surrounded by three sides, Rastorle's reaction was not slow, his hands spread left and right, and immediately two clouds of black mist erupted from his palms, dispelling the ghost.

But this did not mean that he was completely freed, and the ghost behind him, despite being also stopped by the black mist, still took the opportunity to swing the short knife, and the wound appeared on Rastolle's back with the sound of his clothes cracking.

Donald was stunned, he didn't intend to rely on this to hurt Rastolle, but he just wanted to delay him.

I didn't expect it to be so easy......

It is true that the ability of the Bone Spirit Disk to manipulate the ghost in terms of raids is indeed beyond expectations, which is probably something that Rastor himself did not expect, at that time he just wanted to use an evil strange object that he did not use very much to complete the transaction, who knew that this strange object would be used on himself so quickly.

But in Donald's opinion, even if the situation is contingency, Rastol is still capable of defending against this surprise attack.

The fact is that Rastol only parried the left and right sides, and there was defense behind him, but he did not completely block, and he was still slashed.

"Mr. Rastoller's injuries last night don't seem to have healed, and he is in such a hurry to come out and find trouble, thinking that he is dying too slowly?"

Donald noticed that Rastorle's reaction and grip on the shadows had weakened, and there was only one reason, and the damage done to him last night was far worse than it appeared on the surface.

"Enough to solve you, young man full of lies!"

He knows his own business best, and in Rastorle's opinion, he still has a 10% chance of winning against Donald.

Peeling off that layer of demonic disguise, who is the other party?

What about a young man who was just a cowardly waste in two months, and what about giving him some strange things and talent potions in these two months?

The ghosts that had been swept away by the black mist before stepped forward again, and this time Rastolle didn't give them another chance, and the shadow long knife condensed with one hand directly smashed a ghost, several arrows pierced through one, and the rest of the attacks were sideways to dodge, and when they turned around, they were slashed.

"3 of the lowest ghosts only!"

After all, the bone spirit disk was brought by Rastolle, and Rastolle also knew some of its effects, and the summoned ghosts could be recovered and used again, but if it was destroyed, then it would be completely eliminated and could not be regenerated.

On the premise that he is on guard, these three ghosts will not pose the slightest threat.

However, when he turned around again and looked at Donald, he saw the psionic blade floating at his side, and the hands that were pushing forward.

Bigby strikes the palm!

The vibration of the air was not difficult to detect, and Rastol summoned a cloud of black mist to open a barrier in front of him, resisting the impact of Bigby's strong palm.

And this is also in Donald's calculations, in the face of Rastorle, a guy who is stronger than himself, Donald has to do is to seize the opportunity and keep attacking.

The psionic blade on his side arced under the control of the invisible servant, flying from the right side towards the black mist shield created by Rastolle.

Of course, Rastolle also noticed this attack, and once again chose to defend while trying to condense the pitch-black arrows again.

"Sure enough, for an old guy of this age, his fighting style is actually melee combat. ”

Donald, who had witnessed most of the battle in his hideout last night, had already discovered that Rastoller's ranged attack only had a pitch-black arrow and a shadow tentacle that could only be said to be in the middle of the attack, coupled with the long knife he always held in his hand, and the response to the attack after facing the ghost was to use the long knife to slash, not to solve it with the power of shadow.

This gives Donald more room to play.

Maintaining the existence of the black mist shield in front of him, Rastor was about to swing his long knife, but there was a sudden strange sound in his ears, and he turned his head sharply to look at the other side, Donald suddenly appeared on his defenseless right side, and a psionic blade flew straight in his hand.

Give the dummy?

Before he had time to think about it, Rastol hurriedly raised his knife and turned back, trying to block this attack.

Donald put one hand on Facebook, and the translation he had written on Facebook paper when he had helped Rastoller translate the Book of Darkness a few days earlier, and the latter took it with great interest, completely unaware that he had been marked as Facebook, and now it came in handy.

Bondage chains!

The spell was cast in less than 2 seconds, and this time Donald consumed more mental power than needed for the spell's foundation, creating a chain of energy that no longer just trapped Rastolle's legs, but tried to tie his body directly.

This is Donald's strongest combo attack so far, and the means can be said to be completely revealed.

Rastolle was bound in chains, distracted by the face-to-face writing, and when he realized that it was nothing more than an apparition, he looked back and saw that the true psionic blade was already in front of him.

Boom~

The smoke and dust brought by the impact billowed up, and Donald desperately wanted to know the effect of his attack, turned on his vision, and the black light of the human figure in his sight did not disappear.

Not even bleak, but more and more intense......

"Donald Grant, I admit to underestimating you, but if you want to kill me by this means, you can't help but underestimate me!"

The smoke cleared, and Rastolle stood on a pile of rubble, the ring on his right index finger that had once been shown to Donald was spilling out a layer of grayish-white energy, not to form a shield or an energy weapon, but to float through the air, eventually pouring into Rastole's long mouth and nostrils......

The body that was a little thin because of age swelled as if it was blowing, the clothes on the body were torn, and the well-defined muscles couldn't wait to hold up, and in just a few seconds, Rastoller's side went from being almost the same as Donald's to nearly a head.

Donald retracted his previous words that he still chose the melee style at such an age, this ability, no wonder he chose melee!

Donald treats Rastol as a demonic contractor, focusing all his attention on his demonic powers, thus ignoring the crucial fact why Rastorer was chosen as a demonic contractor.

This old guy himself is very potential, as the high-level of the Shea Church has been in charge of a considerable part of the power of the church for many years, Rastor lives in the old house three years ago, does not hire a large number of disciples, he is in his 60s and has no interest in beauty, what are the resources in his hands used for?

The answer is right now.

Talent: Humble Body!

Talent: Energy Transformation!

Strange Object: Siphon Bone Ring!

Siphon Bone Ring can absorb its soul and qi and blood and turn it into a special energy, humility means being good at acceptance, his body is enough to accept this special energy circulation, and finally use energy transformation to transform them into powerful power.

The two talents plus a strange thing, each of them has an average effect, which can be said to be chicken ribs, but when they are combined, the power that bursts out is shocking!

Last night, I met 5 elite Silver Moon Guards, and the energy storage in the Siphon Bone Ring is not used indefinitely, I thought it would be used desperately, but who knew that two masked people appeared behind to help, allowing him to save this means, and now it is just used here.

"Donald Grant, are you ready to accept my wrath?"

Rastol held the pitch-black long knife in his hand, shook it casually, and the strong wind pressure directly blew away the smoke and dust around him, and he wanted to say two cruel words, but what he saw was Donald's wild back.

As the energy mass represented by Rastoler in his psychic state continued to skyrocket, Donald sensed that something was wrong, and waited for his dignity to appear.

Don't hesitate to run first!

Do you want to stay and wait for death? Rastorle is obviously desperately taking out all the things at the bottom of the box, Donald is a wizard who has only been practicing for more than a month, and there are a lot of treasures in his hands, but most of them are auxiliary, if you really want to talk about combat effectiveness, it is still those few spells.

Rastol was clearly beyond his reach.

But the way to run away depends on the means of the escapee on the one hand, and the means of the pursuer on the other.

A large number of shadow tentacles suddenly burst out of the shadows of the houses on both sides of the road, and Donald tried to block them with strong shields, only to find that these tentacles were not meant to attack at all, but simply to delay his steps.

There was a muffled sound behind him, and Donald turned to see Rastorer's explosive charge with sheer strength.

"You're so old, don't you know that it's not like yours to be strong?"

Donald wiped the sweat from his face and glanced at the shadow tentacles swaying in the sky behind him, with his running speed, he couldn't escape Rastolle's pursuit.

Tonight was a night of ups and downs, and it was hard to find two relics, and I met such a vengeance-seeking guy, this place is more than half an hour away from the corner bookstore and his own house.

Without help, Donald turned around and froze in silence.