"Vampire Touch—"

Evil negative energy pulsed through the necromancer's pale fingertips, and just as he was about to touch Roland, a dark shadow suddenly swooped down in the air, sharp talons slashing across his face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ahh The necromancer exclaimed, staggered back a few steps, gave up his spell and covered his cheek with his backhand, blood gushing from between his fingers.

"Little black, well done!" Lyudmila didn't care about being entangled with zombies, shook off her long legs and rushed up the hill like the wind, and pounced on the necromancer with two knives in hand.

The necromancer bent his fingers and flicked away one of the eyeballs that was glued to his hand, and raised his head again, the black hole of the eye socket bleeding profusely, and the other eye full of anger. Without waiting for Lyudmila to approach, a distorted aura lit up around him, and he fled in an instant.

"How many 'arbitrary doors' has this bastard prepared, why is it endless!" Lyudmila slashed the air with both knives, and was so angry that she cursed.

Roland finally left the greasy zone, looked behind Lyudmila and reminded: "He's going to show up!" ”

The female ranger reacted extremely quickly, put away her twin knives like lightning and took off her hunting bow, and when she turned around, the arrow was already wound, and her beautiful eyes were murderous, locking the place where the teleportation light was lit.

The figure of the necromancer appeared on the opposite side of the hillside, forming an equilateral triangle with Roland and Lyudmila, and a stone wall blocked in front of him, cutting off Lyudmila's firing path.

Frowning slightly, Lyudmila raised the angle of her shot, intending to shoot over the stone wall with a projectile and snipe at the necromancer hiding behind.

The necromancer's eyes flashed, and he sensed Lyudmila's intentions, and hurriedly took out a small piece of turtle shell from his pocket and recited a spell, and a translucent light mask appeared around his body, as if it was some kind of protective enchantment. This was not at ease, and then he tore another scroll, his body glowed grayish, and his skin showed a rock texture.

"Protective arrows! Stone Skin! Roland's face changed slightly, and as soon as he saw these two spells, he no longer expected Lyudmila's sniping, and raised his heavy sword and strode towards the necromancer.

Swish!

The arrows dragged the parabolic trajectory and approached rapidly, and the power of the giantess gave the wolf's fangs and arrows amazing destructive power, and the sound of breaking the wind was like the roar of a wild beast.

Burst! The arrow hit the necromancer's chest, and after piercing through the "Protective Arrow" barrier, it was already at the end of a powerful crossbow, and was immediately bounced off by the rock-hard skin, failing to deal substantial damage.

"Hmph, stupid human, return to Naraku's arms!" The necromancer waved his staff and roared in a low voice: "Spell expansion, dark magic!" ”

A black cloud centered on where he was and quickly spread, obscuring Lyudmila's vision, forced to lay down his bow and arrows away from the darkness.

Roland opened the "Pupil of Destiny", his gaze penetrated the dark enchantment created by magic and stared at the necromancer, holding the sword in both hands and slowly approaching him, trying to avoid making a movement, just as he was about to charge, suddenly a violent wind blew, and a war hammer flew over with a roar, slamming on the necromancer's back.

Burst! The protective barrier shattered, and the necromancer spat out a mouthful of black blood and rolled down the hill.

A dwarf climbed up the hill sweating profusely, panting and laughing: "Haha! Lao Tzu has caught up! ”

Lyudmila was shocked: "I can't shoot through him with an arrow, how can you do your flying hammer?" ”

The dwarf raised his hand and grabbed the war hammer that flew back automatically, and said proudly, "This is the heirloom of our Dwarven royal family in Icewind Valley, the Adamantite Flying Hammer!" ”

"Well, even if your hammer is powerful, you can't explain being able to accurately hit the target in the dark!"

"Haha, well, it's actually very simple......" The dwarf held his head high, his unkempt beard fluttering in the wind, "I'm blind!" ”

Lyudmila was speechless for a moment, with a hellish expression on her face.

"Still want to the hell?" Roland found that the necromancer was struggling to stand up, so he decisively opened his acceleration boots, and dragged a row of afterimages with a swift wind on his feet, and took advantage of his surprise to chase after him and slash out with an evil slash, and the holy brilliance turned into an arc-shaped sword qi that swept through the air, and cut it off with a bang.

The dwarf came over with a war hammer on his shoulder, his face full of smugness: "Hey, brother, what's going on, it's up to me Bloom to make the final decision in the end!" ”

Roland patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "I'm underestimating you, well, and your magic warhammer." As he spoke, he opened the "Pupil of Destiny" to identify the adamantite war hammer in Bloom's hand, and a screen of data came into view.

―Dwarven Flying Hammer―

Appraisal Report: For most users, this is a +2 Adamantite Warhammer. However, in the hands of a Dwarve, this weapon will become a +3 Adamantite Warhammer and will have the special ability "Pull Back", which will automatically return to its owner when thrown. When used in throwing, the Dwarven Hammer can deal 2d8(2~16) bonus damage to mobs with the Giant subspecies, and 1d8(1~8) bonus damage to other mobs.

"It's really a powerful weapon, no wonder it breaks the necromancer's double defensive spell with one blow." Roland secretly admired.

The "Protective Arrow" spell absorbs 10 ranged damage, and the Stone Skin spell also absorbs 10 damage.

Lyudmila's arrow has no magic effect, it is an ordinary arrow shot by an ordinary compound longbow, even if her super high strength bonus is counted, the final damage caused by an arrow is about 15 points, and it takes a little luck to break through the double protection of the necromancer, and in the battle just now, her luck is obviously not good enough.

The dwarf flying hammer is different, this is a +3 pure gold magic weapon, and the dwarf himself has great strength, and it is easy to smash through the "protective arrow", not to mention the layer of stone skin behind it - the "stone skin technique" This kind of defensive magic is very good, but there is only one bad thing, that is, it is ineffective against the adamantite weapon, and the weak little body of the necromancer has been sturdy and has been hit by a flying hammer, and if he does not hang up on the spot, even if the ancestor has accumulated virtue.

As soon as he thought of this, Roland looked back at the necromancer, and as a result, the three views were refreshed again, and he stopped him and cut it in two, but the monster did not hang up immediately, lying on the ground while vomiting blood and moaning, and let out a curse like a gossamer.

"Foolish people...... If you dare to hurt the followers of Naraku, the Pope will avenge me...... Torture your ...... with cruel methods that you cannot imagine Body and soul ......"

"Bastard!" Bloom snorted and rushed over, grabbed the necromancer's collar, and asked, "Don't die yet, tell me clearly!" We, the Dwarves of the Far East, and your Order of Naraku have always had wells that don't interfere with river water, so why did you instigate orcs to attack Icewind Dale? ”

An eerie smile appeared on the necromancer's pale face, and he muttered, "Dwarf...... Orc ...... They are all pawns in the hands of the Pope, you small creatures...... You are not qualified to decide your own future, and being at the mercy of the Pope is the only way out. ”

"Less fart, talk about people! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will break your neck! ”

"Hehe, stupid dwarf...... Actually...... Don't you think it's ridiculous to threaten a devout Naraku believer with death? ”

"Bastard!" Annoyed, the young dwarf grabbed the necromancer's neck and slapped him hard.

Roland frowned as he listened, and if he translated Bloom's dwarven dialect mixed with foul language into the vernacular, it would probably be: "Let you pretend to be a force!" Makes you crazy! Taste your dwarf daddy's mighty palm! Fuck you! ”

The necromancer was unmoved, but the smile on his face became more and more eerie, his body inexplicably swelled, and the wound stopped bleeding, but a large amount of rotting nodulous tissue emerged, dripping green pus, emitting a pungent stench.

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