Almost everyone in the entire range was affected by the light. [No pop-ups.]

The lightning in the void seemed to move to the world, and the bright light of the closed eyes made the earth glow with a white halo, and the last trace of color left by the remnant sun fell and splashed, as if shining a transparent and dazzling blood jade.

The knights in the field did not expect such a change, and there was a sudden tingling sensation that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but most of them felt a sudden heartbeat, which seemed to be the feeling of being smashed by a fist, and then the body fell into complete paralysis, not only them, but even the unprotected mounts under them were also incapacitated on the spot, and they fell silently, and the horses that were slightly closer to the source of the magic even died on the spot.

After the light faded, the people around Netomund, including the twin swordsmen, all fell, although most of them were powerful, but they were also the ones most affected by the effects of the spell, but one of them moved and sighed softly, with a relieved look on his cheeks.

At this time, there were still a few paladins standing far away, but their bodies were also shaky.

Netomund was the closest, and he was also attacked, but he suffered the least damage, because after witnessing Luo Lan's thunderous blow, he didn't dare to be careless, and tightly held a magic crystal sealed with a magic shield in his hand, almost at the same time as the white light flashed, the magic crystal in his hand was also crushed, but the lightning-like light came too quickly, so fast that although his consciousness reacted in time, but** But he was still a step slower, his whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, his nerves and brain were almost out of contact, and his muscles and bones fell into a state of numbness, but at this time, the magic shield had been launched after all, and the follow-up attacks of this magic were immediately isolated from the body. This did not fall immediately.

This is not some strange magic, but an ordinary lightning paralysis spell, which is characterized by the fastest casting speed of all qi spells, and the effect produced depends entirely on the attacker's physical constitution and defensive equipment. Originally, the power was not very large, and the reason why the effect was so good was because it was launched by the Bishop's Scepter after all, and the power was at least amplified by more than double the amplification, of course, if it was a large attack spell, it would naturally not be able to do this.

Belinda withdrew her scepter, and she sighed with regret as she glanced at Netomund's magical shield on the ground.

After her mental restraint was lifted by Luo Lan, the latter used her identity as a spy to set up this plan, which really caught Netomund off guard. It's just that the timing is not ripe. But in fact, if it weren't for the fact that Luo Lan was also trapped in the Blood Prison Technique, with Netomund's suspicions, he might not dare to let Belinda approach him with confidence.

Belinda took out a scroll from the spatial ring. She smiled mockingly at Netomund, then tore it open, and in a flash of light, her whole body vanished from place, leaving only a whirling and fluttering mass of leaves.

From launching the attack to evacuating, she took the whole step neatly, without a moment of hesitation and sluggishness, and did not leave any opportunity for the other party to hunt her down.

Netomund, who was hiding in the magic shield, watched the woman disappear from front of his eyes, and his anger could no longer be suppressed, and he suddenly burst out from the bottom of his heart, although he was on guard. But he still didn't expect this damn woman to make a betrayal move, didn't the adult say that she couldn't break free from mind control?

This is the second serious crisis today, if it weren't for a little luck and a little more vigilance, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago, so even if there is a good plan in the future, it will be empty joy.

But what made him even more shocking was that because he was not at all guarded, the robed man in charge of casting the spell convulsed violently and fell directly to the ground. I don't know if it's dead or alive. Without the maintenance of the magic power, the blood prison technique gradually has a tendency to dissipate. It rippled like a wave of water, and the light dimmed a little bit, and even the blood chains inside seemed to have a faint sign of collapse.

Netomund's eyes showed a look of horror, and he vaguely saw that the figure that had been suppressed in the blood prison was slowly standing up, and his fierce gaze seemed to look at him through the gradually transparent blood mist, and he suddenly shuddered, and a suffocating feeling pressed against his chest. The paralysis on his body had gradually disappeared, but to Netomund's almost madness, in order to strengthen his defenses, this solid magic shield was not only immovable, but also lasted for a long time, which made it impossible for him to move a single step at all, and could only watch the scene in the field change in an unpredictable direction step by step.

He knew that even if the magic effect on his body was lifted, if he didn't restrain Luo Landi's means, once the other party got out of trouble, then he would be in a fatal situation, he looked up at the sky, the dim sky was still stubbornly entangled in the sky, and he didn't fall into complete darkness, and his heart couldn't help but be desperate, couldn't he wait? Anxiety and irritability made cold sweat overflow from his head little by little, he snorted and gasped, desperately planning a countermeasure.

Suddenly, as if he saw the fingers of the robed man seem to be tugging, he was stunned at first, and then flashed with surprise.

At this moment, a few clicks as if the glass was shattering, and the magic shield on Netomund's body finally collapsed into countless points of light and melted into the air, as if a drowning man grabbed a life-saving straw, he desperately threw himself in the direction where the robed man was, because the paralysis of the body had not completely disappeared, causing his steps to stumble a few times, but he didn't care about it, and crawled to the other party's side, even if the clothes collapsed, he didn't pay attention to it, and directly pulled the robed man up, and then a few slaps were drawn, and under the pain, the latter finally woke up slowly, Netomund's expression became extremely hideous, and pointed in the direction where Luo Lan was, urging repeatedly: "Hurry, hurry, kill him!"

The robed man glanced at him, tilted his head to the other side, and said nothing, as if in retaliation for Netomund's inaction.

Netomund was so anxious that the green tendons on his forehead jumped out, he grabbed the collar and shook it fiercely, shouting, "Now that he comes out, we will all die!"

The robed man shuddered, and finally nodded, he pushed Netomund away, but the force was too strong, causing him to fall backwards again, he gasped a few times, struggled to get up, and trembled and stretched one hand forward, on his index finger was a strange black ring, the color and texture were as rough and cold as black iron, aimed at the blood prison that was about to dissipate, and he recited a complex incantation in a low voice.

Time passed slowly, and Netomund stared at the front, the hilt of his sword already wet.

With a loud bang, the Blood Prison Technique finally collapsed, blood poured down like an upside-down pool of water, and the effect of the Blood Chain Technique was also disappearing, and the figure inside seemed to be about to rush out.

At this time, the man's spell was also coming to an end, and Netomund finally couldn't help but roar: "Stop him!"

"Deadly poison crossbow!"

The ring in the robed man's hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling black glow, and just by looking at it, he felt as if his life and spirit had been sucked in, and with a "bang" the ring shattered piece by piece, and a dead black arrow shadow rushed into the blood rain with a terrible scream.

Netomund's eyes widened, waiting for the screams coming from within, but this high-level dark spell that claimed to be able to kill all living beings in an instant sank into the sea, and there was no response for a long time, and just as he was in doubt, a brilliant divine light suddenly dispelled the blood mist that had already collapsed.

Netomund lost his voice: "Impossible!"

Luo Lan walked out in a round light like a god of light, followed by Belinda, who could not have appeared here.

The bishop's crown, robe, scepter, and emblem were all worn on his body at this time, at this moment, Luo Lan felt that the light elements on his body were surging like a tide, and this robe that could greatly increase his own light power could not be loaded into the space ring, and it was inconvenient to use it for the purpose of hiding his identity before, and in the battle with the black dragon, he was sealed into the shadow space by Otis Hall, and he had no chance to use it.

And this time, Belinda used only one Hedamic space to replace the scroll and moved it to Luo Lan's side, thus activating the light barrier sealed in the emblem.

It was a calculated plan to lure Netomund's lethal kill out of it.

Apparently, he succeeded.

All the remaining paladins gathered around Netomund, and his face was already dead, but when he realized that the world had fallen into darkness, he was completely free from the horror he had just had, and his whole body trembled with excitement. Under the vast void, Luo Lan was in a flickering dazzling light, he slowly glanced around, and said lightly: "Netomund, you are dying. ”

But when Netomund heard this, he laughed out loud, and then suddenly stopped, looked at him coldly, and said in a gloomy voice: "Didn't you notice that it was dark?"

There was a violent vibration all around, and the light of the huge teleportation array enveloped the area of hundreds of meters, and when the light gradually faded, hundreds of slender people dressed in black surrounded the place, their pointed ears and slightly dark skin explained their identity.

Black Elves!

With a loud laugh, a handsome knight walked away from the black elf queue, and he said to Luo Lan, "My lord, we meet again." ”

"Is that you?" Luo Lan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Engelon?"