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The thick smoke that suddenly appeared on the top floor of Sinsaro became Marro's best barrier, and in the thick white smoke, the suppressed laughter of the spider priestess Maro echoed.

The troll's laughter was low and eerie, especially for priests like Shadra, who cultivated the energy of the dark element all year round, it was inevitable that his body would be affected by the shadow element.

Skeleton soldiers wielded rusty blades and wandered through the mist, pale blue soul fire bringing the undead back to life, but failing to give the dead the ability to sapient, the roars of the dead echoing across the top floors of Cinchero.

In the mist, Locke faintly heard the cries of the gurabash trolls, and that was the moment when the jungle trolls felt the change and began to converge in Locke's direction.

"Hahaha, human, you surprise me."

"You've actually gained Shadra's favor and really have the guts to enter the top of Cynsalo."

Marro's voice echoed in the mist, and then Locke heard a slight footstep in the mist.

It wasn't a Gulabash troll, it was a swarm of spiders.

These little spiders are simply a replica of Shadra, but they are much smaller in size.

"Locke...... Leaving here, the jungle trolls have set up a large ambush in this place. Shadra's voice echoed intermittently in Locke's head, but it seemed to be a little lacking.

A cold feeling sounded in Locke's mind, a symptom that the demigods always had every time they contacted Locke.

"You're me...... The only hope, I believe you will come and save me...... And I'll be waiting for you in this place to save me. ”

"Never...... Succumb to the power of the blood god Haka. ”

Shadra's voice came to Locke's mind intermittently, and even if he listened to it, Locke understood that Shadra was suffering greatly. He took a deep breath, at this time on the top floor of Sinsaro, it was no longer a question of whether Locke wanted to run, but whether Locke could run.

The spider, which has no end in sight in the mist, is about to enclose Locke in it.

Numerous undead are crushed in front of a large number of spiders, and these skeletons of bones may be surrounded and killed by many spiders after killing a few small spiders. Although these dead were defeated until the last moment, they were faced with a swarm of spiders with no end in sight.

That's a drop in the bucket.

"Locke...... Hurry up and get out. A weak voice echoed in Locke's head.

A thin mist enveloped Locke's body, and even though he was wearing heavy armor, he could feel the faint chill in the air. He looked not far away, the troll priest who had been Shadra not long ago, looking at Locke with a mocking look on his face, obviously waiting for Locke's final misery.

"Disease, spread, outbreak." Locke raised his hand, the pale green plague energy lingered in Locke's palm, he raised his hand, and this plague power spread in the spider swarm, and the effect was very fast, just between three breaths, the plague sprinkled all over the dense small spider swarm.

Then, in the flesh, a green mist erupted, splitting the body of the little spiders, causing great damage to these small spiders.

But Locke's attack was not over, his eyes reflected a blue light, it was obvious that he had entered the state of the dead, and he announced with a blank face: "Death withered"

Red bubbles appeared on the ground, blood-red runes slowly appeared on the ground, walking in this circle full of blood energy, these little spiders died quickly.

Locke stared at Marroe not far away, although the body of the undead made his body gradually cold, but now he was burning like a fire in his heart.

Shadra's priest, once Shadra's most loyal servant, is now tempted by Haka to frame his former master, which is an unforgivable crime in Locke's eyes.

The spiders rushed out of the fog and into Locke's withering death, and the arthropods didn't know how many died. But not far away, Marro's face began to change dramatically.

She first looked mockingly at Locke in front of her, and as the death of a large number of small spiders on the ground, the way she looked at Locke gradually began to change.

She is not an ordinary troll priest, after she imprisoned the incarnation of Shadra, she extracted a large amount of divine power from the body of this demigod to improve her strength, it can be said that her strength has become the pinnacle of the master level, originally she thought that she could easily defeat Locke, but what was in front of her made her a little difficult...... Accept.

"Venom, gather in my hands." Marro was determined not to delay, and the emerald green venom ball pulsed in her palm, and the venom that flowed from the poison ball directly corroded the grass on the ground and left a huge hole in the emerald green grass.

"Be careful, you can't take this venom." Shadra's hurried voice echoed in Locke's mind.

But Locke ignored it, he stood in the center of death, surrounded by small spiders that were dying one after another, he could feel the miserable emotions of these spiders when they died, and he could also clearly feel the anger in Marro's heart not far away, as well as the threat in his hands.

"It's too late!" Marro shouted this sentence excitedly, and then the venom ball in her hand quickly shot towards Locke not far away, and the emerald green venom ball hovered in the air, making a "bang" sound.

Locke didn't dodge, and in addition to the cry of the little spider before death, he could hear Marro's shrill laughter and the approaching venom ball in the air.

He stretched out his hand, and a pale green shield of evil energy appeared beside him, and the strange legion pattern kept Locke from moving. The Anti-Magic Shield is obviously a powerful spell, a spell from the Burning Legion that has been refined by Kel'thugad to become the Death Knight's signature skill.

When the venom ball hit Locke, Marro was stunned, the venom ball she had always been proud of had no effect, and Locke, who should have died in front of her, stood in front of her like a nobody, staring at Maro with cold and merciless eyes.

A fear rose from Marro's heart, a feeling of powerlessness that reminded Marro of the days before he met Haka, the priest of Shadra wandering in the Valley of Thorns.

"Now, it's my turn." Locke said indifferently. (To be continued.) )