Chapter 1346: Trapped in the Trick (18)

"Damn! Damn, abominable!!" a lone Black Iron Knight frantically wielded his lightsaber to dispel the group of nearby necromancers.

However, the group of necromantic warriors became more agile and more agile as time passed, and their attack power increased greatly, and they could not be killed. They immediately pinned the black iron knight to the ground, and stabbed the knight in the chest with their long arm blades. The monsters brutally disemboweled the knight, eating his flesh and blood, and eating it with relish, making a desperate chewing sound that made the other knights despair.

"Hmm," the Black Iron Knight Tarcas swung his shield to knock one of his enemies away, "Hold on a little longer, you'll be at the exit soon!!" but he knew that this was just a lie to reassure his companions. There were still thirty yards left from the southeast exit of this hall, but how far away those thirty yards were. There were more than fifty enemies in front of the knights, and these fifty necromantic warriors were all wielding swords and claws, ready to put Tarcas and the others to death, but they could not easily break through with the skills of their group of newcomers! And behind them, there were hundreds of necromantic warriors in hot pursuit, and they could not be dispersed by one or two fierce blows alone, and the knights could only watch in despair as the necromantic warriors surrounded them more and more!

"Damn, is there no way out!?" Jefferson, the Black Iron Knight, sighed in despair, "I knew this was the case, I should have drunk the bottle of whiskey I treasured before I went out today!" However, his companion Bach said in vain: "If you did that, you would have died in the previous battle, and you would not have survived now." "Hmph, it's all death anyway. "Jefferson and the other knights had formed a circle back to back, shields raised. But they won't last long, the encirclement of the necromancers is less than two yards away, and the hordes of living corpses who take pleasure in eating the living are about to chew them up!!

"It must be painful to be eaten alive. Jefferson closed his eyes and aimed his lightsaber at his chest, "I'm sorry, I'll go first." "No, Jefferson!" suddenly shouted Tarkas.

"Don't stop me! If I have to die, I can at least choose a more dignified death. Even Bach shouted "No, no, Jefferson!" and the Iron Knight, who was about to break himself, stopped and opened his eyes to take one more look.

The group of necromantic warriors is being blown away one by one. Instead of focusing on the Black Iron Knights, their attention shifted to the other creatures near the southeast exit.

Jefferson narrowed his eyes, trying to see what the creature in the distance was.

To his great surprise, the creature was actually a human.

More precisely, it was a teenager in a short-sleeved shirt and small shorts, dressed in a slightly fancy way. But the boy was oozing blazing fire. It's not that he's burning, it's probably some kind of excess light caused by bit difference, and the principle is very similar to how a lightsaber emits light.

And the boy was wielding the blade formed by the flames, slamming it hard, blasting the necromantic warriors who surrounded him one by one!!

No, in fact, this scene was not enough to make Jefferson, the Black Iron Knight, really surprised. What really surprised Jefferson was that the young man in the fire was actually someone he knew!

"Daniel!?" he exclaimed the moment he recognized the boy. However, his shouting also alarmed the group of necromantic warriors, causing these previously diverted monsters to turn their attention back to the group of Black Iron Knights.

"Stupid, are you trying to kill us by drawing their attention back!?" Bach reproached. The necromantic warriors had already surrounded everyone, and they basically kept the distance that they could attack the knights immediately if they wanted to.

"Roar!-" Daniel suddenly roared, a loud roar like a dragon's roar. The fire burned brighter on him, and the light and sound once again succeeded in drawing the attention of the necromancy!

"Stand still and don't move!" Daniel, who was distracted, warned vaguely, "Otherwise, I may attack you too!" "What?!" Jefferson couldn't help but be confused when he saw that Daniel's condition was a little strange.

"Silence!" Tarcas gave the order in place of the captain: "If you don't want to die, squat down and raise your shield to defend yourself!" In the next second, Daniel had already swept out a sword. The flame-infused lightsaber was more powerful than usual, and as it swung violently, it also unleashed an arc of fire that was thirty feet long, and the heat was so strong that it could be felt even from where they were in Tarcas.

And this arc of fire also ignited more than a dozen necromantic warriors by the way. These monsters are the result of corpse transformations, they have long since drained the blood in their bodies, and the rotting flesh has fermented into something like swamp gas, and a little spark can set them on fire! Besides [Height], fire is the worst enemy of these undead monsters!

No, probably the other way around. Maybe Flame is better suited to undead warriors than Hallow Warriors.

[Sacred] may be able to kill these necromantic warriors in a single hit, but its damage range is limited, and it is ineffective against hordes of necromancers. The flames have the property of spreading, and when a necromantic warrior is ignited and runs around the monster pile, it will also ignite the monsters around him! Although the necromantic warriors are endowed with a certain degree of self-healing ability, this power is very limited (it cannot be compared to the emerald knight at all), and it can be described as insignificant in the face of the flames. The destructive power of the burns far exceeds the regenerative power of the Necromancers, so that when they are ignited, they are essentially sentenced to death.

In short, fire purifies everything!

Dust to dust, dust to dust, these unclean creatures who have transgressed the laws of life and death are falling to the ground one by one under the flame blade of the Black Iron Knight Boy. Daniel knew that the Flame Sword could not kill spirits in a single blow like the Divine, so his tactics were locked on the action of sealing the enemies from the beginning. His sword dance was aimed at the monsters' hands and feet, cutting them down, and then he left the limbless monsters alone and left them to struggle in agony in the midst of the fire!

"That kid—" The Black Iron Knights slowly moved towards the path Daniel had slashed out as they stood guard with their shields. Jefferson watched Daniel's battle intently, dumbfounded: "When did he get such great power?" "The roar just now, and the flames," Tarcas still calmly analyzed: "Could this be the power of dragon blood? Where did he get dragon blood?" "Wait, dragon blood?" Jefferson's eyes widened: "Is it really okay to drink that kind of thing!?" "Probably, I'll die." Bach, the Black Iron Knight, lowered his voice and said, "I have read many books that drinking dragon blood can indeed temporarily obtain the powerful power of dragons, but it is also terrible. The body of a person who drinks the dragon's blood will begin to petrify within a few hours, and finally turn into a stone statue and die completely" The Black Iron Knight Dore sighed, "That kid can do this to help us?!" Tarcas and the others were silent.

"Ahh His speed was getting faster and faster, like a monkey running wildly with his body on fire. He also became more and more proficient at wielding the flame blade, which formed a continuous arc of fire and shuttled through the corpses, and almost every few feet moved, the arms and thighs of the necromantic warriors were cut off!

Of course, the Necrons are also getting stronger. Their attacks are becoming more frequent and more accurate. The long-arm bone blades they wielded were like continuous waves, attacking the Black Iron Knight Boy, opening a series of insignificant but actually increasing small wounds on Daniel's body! Daniel was wearing shorts and shorts, and he didn't have any armor to save his life, he shuttled through the corpses, wandering away in the storm of blades, and every second he could be killed by the bone blade through important internal organs, the situation can be described as thrilling to the extreme. But he was indeed agile, and the necromancers' bone blades could only lightly graze his body, but they could not always stab the vital point!

There was another flurry of dancing, and dozens of necromantic warriors fell. The sea of fire overlapped on top of each other, corpses piled up on top of them, burning flesh flying in the sky, and the entire cave hall was filled with the stench of fire and burning. And the group of Black Iron Knights almost retreated to the exit.

"When I went back to the assembly just now, I inquired about some of Mr. Daniel's family affairs. It was only then that Tarcas found an opportunity to say, "I heard that his only relative, his mother, passed away last night. "His mother was suffering from some kind of serious illness and needed surgery, but he couldn't raise funds for his mother's surgery, and the hospital refused to accommodate him, so he could only watch his mother die. Tarcas continued to recount without emotion: "His feelings must have been very complicated. Dore, the Black Iron Knight, was silent for a moment, quietly looking at Daniel, who was still fighting. Dore, a knight who came to participate in this high-risk mission for a similar reason, also had mixed feelings when he heard about Daniel.

"Do you want a child who lost his mother to save us with his own life?" The expression on Jefferson's face was even more distorted by pain: "Oh my God! what kind of scum we are?!" "Daniel!" Jefferson slapped the last necromantic warrior blocking the road with his shield and shouted into the distance, "Enough! We're all out! Run away! Leave the group of necromancers alone!!" but Daniel couldn't hear it at all. Affected by the power of the dragon's blood, the black iron knight boy who was hazy couldn't listen to anyone's words. He fought frantically on the battlefield until his last strength was exhausted!

"Give up, we'll have to retreat first. Tarkas's calm face couldn't help but show a hint of regret: "He's hopeless." But the knight Doré stepped forward at this point: "I'll go and bring the boy back." ＂