Thrall gasped and sat on the ground, his lips trembling as he watched the black smoke curl up again, and his two little short legs twitched. 【Fengyun Reading Network.】

He stared at Flosanders, who was lying on a tree trunk with no image and gasping for breath with his mouth wide open, who was still muttering words like dwarf, goblin, stupid worm, and so on that were simply brilliant to elves.

A feather fell between the two of them, and I don't know if it was the ornament on Florsanders or the masterpiece of his transformation, the original bright color was being hidden by the mud and ash, like a clear pond overgrown with algae, miserable.

The surrounding woods seemed to have just weathered a terrible storm, and the stumps were ravaged everywhere, scattered in a mess as far as the eye could see.

As a blood puppeteer, Losar's blood bracelet originally stored five drops of blood of different grades, and the remaining slot was ready to steal more powerful blood at any time.

It's just that his luck is not very good, in addition to the fact that he stole a drop of the blood of the Guardian Knight and the Hell Demon Dog used to track it has disappeared, he consumed three more drops of blood golems of about level 7, but it is very unfortunate - none of them can fly.

This elf is surprisingly cunning, he does not confront the blood golem head-on, but keeps spinning in the woods, and from time to time stimulates himself with ridicule and sarcastic words, until the time limit of the blood golem disappears, this elf once again stands triumphantly in front of him, which makes Losar's lungs explode.

But. It's all going to end.

After reezing for breath, he tore off the fallen branches and leaves from his head, first with a sly grin, and then laughed, and the fat on his body kept shaking, as if he had inadvertently stumbled into a huge treasure.

Florsanders looked at him inexplicably like an idiot.

Losarto held up a hand holding an amber hedron with a drop of bright red blood floating in it.

He stood up angrily and said proudly, "Hmph." I've been chasing you for so long, do you think I'm because of your provocation?" he spat into the dirt beneath his feet, where a feather trembled in humiliation.

"I'm here for it!" he said, pointing to the spar in his hand, triumphantly, "There's your blood in there." ”

"My blood?" Frosandros looked at him with a strange expression.

"Yes, you blood!" said Losar's expression suddenly turned hideous. This makes his facial features all wrinkled together, like a fermented steamed bun, which looks quite ridiculous.

He stared at the other party fiercely and smiled, "You can fight yourself right away." He's going to use all your skills, all your tricks, all your tricks! And that's you in your prime!"

Florsanders swallowed. His throat moved, and he said, "Are you sure?"

"Haha, scared, aren't you?" said Losar with his hands on his hips. It seems that he is venting all his previous grievances.

Suddenly. He stopped laughing again. He slowly looked at Flosanders, his eyes shining with resentment. Gritted his teeth and said, "I want to use your blood to wash away the disrespect and insult you just gave me!"

He stretched out his hand, and the drop of blood in the hedron boiled as if under a spell, then turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted into the sky, and finally turned into a gray owl that made a strange noise, and that was the first order of Flosandros Ground Transformation.

Losar clenched his ridiculous little fist and waved it, looking up at the top and roaring, "Quick, quick, keep advancing!"

The owl in the air waved its wings and entered the second order of transformation.

The abrupt spiral horn pierced out like a sharp cone, the gorgeous feathers drummed with the rich wind element, and the body of a wind eagle was revealed majestically, and its long chirp shook the sky.

"Continue! Continue!" Losar looked confused, stamping his feet desperately, expectant and frantic on his face.

Florsanders was still stunned at all this, but suddenly, as if he had woken up, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, suddenly let out a strange scream, and also turned into a wind eagle and flew out as if fleeing in the opposite direction as fast as he could.

"Hmph, it's too late to escape now. ”

At this moment, a huge shadow had shrouded the top of Losar's head, and a sense of danger and dull depression filled his heart at once, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly Something was wrong, and he struggled to open his eyes, trying to see what the massive body was.

A pair of fierce and tyrannical eyes pierced straight down, the violent eyes

It seems to destroy all all evil.

Is that......

Losar shuddered, and in a daze, he felt as if he couldn't control the massive creature at all, and then he saw the shadow fall like a mountain.

In the distance, Flosanders heard a long howl no less than a dragon's groan, followed by a terrible scream.

He pursed his lips and said, "Poor fellow......"

......

Luo Lan ignored the chanting floating in the air, and also ignored the movement of the skeleton warrior rushing towards him, and his spirit was preoccupied with the "dark hand" that flew over.

It was an instantaneous, low-level necromancy spell with negative curses such as festering intimidation, and the mist gathered by the pure dark element floated wisps of smoke in the air.

It is as if it comes from hell and locks the hands of demons that hold life.

Luo Lan didn't make a defensive or offensive move, he used his best to feel the strength and weakness of the change in the way of perception, and the vague feeling was like stirring a thick stick in a stagnant and rigid swamp, almost making him want to give up

But his eyes were still fixed on the black hand like nails, and he watched it get closer and bigger, as if he was about to be devoured.

After this feeling of depression was compressed to the depths of the infinitely small bottom, suddenly, as if something had broken, a wisp of clear water flowed happily from the heart.

At that moment, Luo Lan seemed to grasp something, he slowly stretched out a hand like slow motion, opened his five fingers and went straight to the evil hand, and then grabbed it violently!

"Whew!"

Like ice water pouring on a fire, the highly condensed light element instantly extinguished the curse of the undead that had not yet had time to swallow it.

The black mist shook unwillingly like a live fish, dissipating into the clear air.

Luo Lan's figure swept forward at the same time, and the corners of his eyes turned, and every minute of the rhythm of the dark element on the body of the rushing skeleton warrior was clearly reflected in his eyes.

He jumped on the ground with both feet, and suddenly lifted one foot and stomped heavily on the outstretched bony hand.

That's where the dark elemental is weakest.

With a "click", his figure bounced up again, and he lunged straight towards Athena, who was singing.

The latter's tone became even more urgent, and she watched Luo Lan's shimmering white blade swing towards her like a sword of judgment in the hands of an angel, and the aura of light that rushed to her face seemed to imprison her to the eternity of heaven and earth.

Athena almost tried to turn her head and run away, but her body couldn't move, she was chanting a powerful necromancy spell, and in the process, she couldn't make any movements, and she couldn't interrupt it, otherwise she would be attacked by the spell.

She watched as Luo Lan swept by her side like a raging wind, and the sharp blade of light cut her hood with a "hiss" and rested on her delicate and fair neck from the side.

Her chanting is also ending at this moment.

As if something was blowing in front of him, the ground under Luo Lan's feet just now seemed to have been drained of all its vitality, the original cyan weeds and immediately withered and scorched yellow, and then spread around, an insect was crawling, but it was caught up and turned into white powder, and a big tree that was affected withered and fell in an instant, emitting a withering smell as if it was burned, and countless black spots that only appeared when burned were flying slowly in the air, drifting.

The skeleton also "crackled" and collapsed as if it had been drained of all its strength.

Range Necromancy, Grim Reaper's Breath!

Asymmetrically, the smooth and beautiful long black hair flowed down like a waterfall and spread softly onto Luo Lan's arm.

A beautiful and refined face came out, with sheared eyes under the charming eyebrows, delicate facial features, and elegant temperament, which made Luo Lan and Niltina present show surprised looks.

It's hard to imagine that Athena, a necromancer, has such a stunningly beautiful appearance.

Ugliness and beauty, death and life, are two completely different extremes, which give people extremely strong contrast and shock.

Athena bit her lower lip and whispered, "You won." ”

Her bright eyes seemed to have lost all color in an instant, but they intertwined a variety of emotions such as confusion, loss, sadness, hesitation, and confusion, and the expression of such feelings almost made Luo Lan think that he was committing a crime, he settled down, took a deep breath, and said, "According to the agreement, you should take out the holy blood." ”