Looking at the necromancer who slowly retreated towards the Dreadlord Demon King, Unas did not act rashly.

In the game, skills have cooldowns, and from a realistic point of view, it's like when you throw a punch, you always have to have a time to retract your fist before you can throw a second punch, and this gap can also be explained as a cooldown.

The mage's flash cannot be used continuously indefinitely, there will always be a time when you need to regain your breath, seize this moment to get close to him.

Thinking of this, Unas poked the Night Elf behind him with his elbow and said softly, "Hey, have you shaken enough?" ”

From the moment he was dealing with the enemy, Beryl didn't make any more sounds, and Unas could only feel the body clinging to his back trembling slightly.

It seems that the black-robed mage has a deep shadow on her, although she is clamoring for revenge, but when she really faces the enemy, she doesn't even have the courage to look at him squarely.

It's a good idea not to let her sink deeper and deeper into the fear and distract her.

"You said before that you planted a spore in his boots, can you use it to make some small moves?"

“……”

There was no response, Unas was not discouraged, and slowly induced: "You can make lilac mushrooms grow at such a distance, not to mention here, I remember that the druid has a skill called root tendrils, which is to make some vines to entangle the enemy." ”

"I've seen my dad use that, but I'm not planting vine seeds." Beryl finally spoke, her voice as low as a mosquito.

"It doesn't matter what seed he is, if you can entangle him, if you can't entangle him, you have to scare him." Unas said in a childlike tone.

"I'll try."

"Ready, listen to my commands." With that, Unas suddenly activated his mount and charged the enemy in front of him again.

The spell chosen by the black-robed mage this time was still an ice arrow, and the blue light wrapped three crystal clear ice cubes and instantly reached Unas's chest.

"Bang Bang Bang" three times in a row, and the wooden shield on Unas's chest was pierced by the ice general, and the wooden shield was instantly torn apart.

Sawdust flew and the broken ice hurt his face, and Unas felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, the cold air invaded his whole body, and his limbs stiffened, but the bone horse under his seat was not affected too much, and still rushed towards the enemy.

Seeing that the mage was about to flash and flee, Unas shouted, "Beryl! Now is the time! ”

At the critical moment, Beryl did not drop the chain, and a strong green light lit up on her.

The next moment, Aaron screamed and jumped up with one foot, only to feel something soft in his boot expanding rapidly, instantly squeezing his left foot out of the boot.

This sudden attack made his body lose its balance, and he slipped on his back and fell to the ground, and the flash was naturally interrupted.

Unas seized the opportunity to instantly launch the "Hammer of Sanctions", and a short hammer composed of golden light swirled and smashed into the head of the black-robed mage.

Aaron felt dizzy and completely collapsed on the ground, and the skeleton war horse had rushed in front of him.

"Up!" Unas made the Bone Centaur stand up, his flying iron hooves stomping fiercely on the black-robed mage on the ground.

Alun was almost desperate, the ghost fire on the horse's hooves had ignited his eyebrows, the other hoof had stepped into his chest, the sternum made a cracking sound, and in the severe pain, he could only stare wide-eyed and wait for death, but a spell suddenly sounded in his heart, this is the voice of the master!

He subconsciously recited the incantation, his body suddenly became light, and a suction force was generated in the center of the hall at the same time, and he was involuntarily pulled over.

Unas watched the cooked duck turn into a cloud of black mist, shooting quickly towards the Dreadlord and could only unwillingly shoot a shot, but the golden light did not even touch the edge of the black mist.

The Dreadlord finally stood up, the black mist solidifying beneath its massive claws, and it lifted Aaron's head, leaving him half-hanging in the air like a lamb to the slaughter.

Aaron's chest was sunken, and he kept coughing up mouthfuls of blood, and he didn't dare to resist when he was grabbed by his head, trying to squeeze a few words out of his teeth: "Thank you...... Master. ”

"What useless waste," Bethris's voice echoed throughout the hall, "I'll make you more valuable!" ”

The demon bit Aaron's neck so hard that half of the necromancer's shoulder sank into its bloody jaw.

Aaron snorted, and then began to struggle, but his body was firmly embedded in the Dreadlord's claws and sharp teeth, and he could clearly feel that life and soul were rapidly draining with blood.

The black-robed mage's body gradually dried up, and Bethires seemed to have sucked enough, so he casually threw Aaron's dried corpse aside, and laughed wildly: "I didn't expect that I would taste you one day, the taste is really not good, it is not comparable to your work at all!" ”

It's a great irony, the chef himself has been eaten, and he is still suspected of tasting bad, is this a complete denial of Aaron's career as a chef?

Beryl watched Alun being devoured in a daze, although it was not revenge with her own hands, and there was not much pleasure of revenge, but the knots in her heart were unconsciously unraveled.

This villain, like countless others who have been brutally abused by him, finally died in the mouth of the devil, and this is the retribution he deserves.

Unas quickly observed the situation in the audience, and Bethires didn't make any movement after draining the black-robed mage, standing in place as if something was brewing.

Colfax played like a berserker, exchanging injuries for injuries, and had already slashed two demon guards in a row, but the remaining three surrounded him, and these rough-skinned demons began to focus on defense, and he couldn't break through for a while, new injuries and old pains, I don't know how long he could hold on.

The undead in the corner suddenly went berserk after the death of the black robe, desperately trying to break through, and the pressure on Hans's side increased suddenly, and his shouts kept coming.

Generally speaking, when the owner of the undead dies, they should become a mess, acting only on instinct, and never so abnormal.

Unas remembered the death of the black-robed mage, his heart moved, he rode his horse to the battlefield in the corner, and ordered loudly: "Get out of the way and let them pass!" ”

Hans turned his head and glared at him: "You are crazy, you can't let the enemy merge!" ”

"Listen to me, get out of the way of the front!" Unas also came back strongly, without slowing down, directly attacking the battle group.

Several soldiers who formed a battle formation in front heard the movement behind them and hurriedly rolled away to both sides, and a gap immediately appeared in the encirclement.

Unas controlled the bone horse to a sudden stop before the gap, protecting several soldiers who had fallen to the ground, while shouting, "Listen to my orders, disperse!" ”

Fortunately, he led his troops all the way in, and he also established a little prestige, at least the soldiers who had been following him obediently scattered to both sides, and Colfax's men were also scattered.

The gap was completely opened, and the undead swarmed out, twisting into an arrow and heading straight for the Dreadlord in the center of the hall.

"Brother Unas, what are you doing here?" The teacher will come immediately.

"Help you out, Brother Erigor," Unas looked at the young man who was panting and chasing the undead, "and by the way, to test my guess." ”

"What speculation?" Erigor stopped beside Unas, bent over and gasping for air, his ornate inquisition suit almost covered in blood.

Unas disbanded the skeleton warhorse and stood side by side with him, pointing in the direction of the center of the hall: "Look. ”

I saw that the undead who broke through did not attack Colfax, but rushed directly to the Dreadlord Demon King, not at all like they were going to defend it, looking at their menacing appearance, it was more like attacking it.

He guessed right!

The black-robed mage's order before he died must have been to let his men avenge him, and now the Fear Demon King is about to suffer the consequences.

But it can't be too early to rejoice, the black-robed mage is dead, and it's hard to say how effective his order will be, Unas only hopes that his resentment will be deeper and can continue to affect the will of the undead.

Facing the undead who had turned against it and rushed towards it, Bethires raised his left claw unhurriedly, the green light flashed, and the demon's voice rang out: "Wake up, my servant." ”

The black-robed corpse that it had thrown aside suddenly moved, and Aaron's dried corpse slowly crawled up from the ground.

didn't count that the Dreadlord still had this hand, and Unas panicked instantly.