The high-ranking priestess and the high-ranking warrior looked at each other and opened their mouths, but they didn't know how to persuade the necromancer with a resolute face.

"Come, protect me, I'm going to knock out this abominable rift of energy, and then our boat can sail down the Thun to Bosku. Strong enemy is dragged by my partner Stephens, don't be afraid! ”

As he spoke, the necromancer raised his wand in both hands, and the white magic weapon suddenly emitted gray-black arcane energy, while a powerful ring of magic resistance forced the priestess and warrior to retreat from the bow. They could only stand on the deck and watch the necromancer cast spells in the wind.

Bang.

The vision of the Nine Rings spell was quite amazing, and the wrinkled face of the necromancer Lao Mai gradually became hideous and evil during the casting process.

"Demon Duncan Cleavage-!" Suddenly, the necromancer shouted, and then the arm holding the wand in both hands lost its strength and fell heavily, and the whole person immediately sat down limply, and the face and exposed old skin overflowed with a thin bead of sweat.

He is only a semi-legendary mage, and he is very reluctant to use the Nine Rings spell, and in the words of the player, it is a magic overdraft, and he will not be able to recover for a while.

A stream of red magic aura descended from the sky and landed on the surface of the sea, enveloping an area of twenty meters in radius, including the energy rift.

In an instant, the storm that swept the sea was gone, and the disintegrating skeletal warship suddenly regained its calm from the tremors, and the cracks that crawled all over the hull stopped spreading.

The energy rift created by Ingrid disappeared without a trace, and the cultists who had escaped by diving into the water floated their heads on the surface of the sea, while the cultists who remained on the deck crowded to the railing, excitedly pointing to the place where the rift had disappeared, and cheered one by one.

"Saved!"

"It's Lord Bossville!"

"I promise, as long as I succeed in escaping this time, the next time I return, I will definitely let these ants who dare to provoke the Dragon Witch Cult taste the fear of being dominated by the dead dragon!"

Some of the cultists hugged each other excitedly and cheered for salvation, while some fanatics silently put their hands on the dragon claw flame pattern of the Dragon Witch Cult, secretly making some kind of oath.

In the crowd, the player is much calmer than the aborigines, because the player can be resurrected, and there is not so much thrill between life and death.

The purple-robed squad happened to be on the ship, and this morning the squad was reorganized, and it was still the same six people, but the captain's mark was shifted to the head of Karinshan's male mage, 'It's dawn'.

"Those are two Legends!" Mage Karinshan looked high into the sky, his legs were still weak under the dragon lich's might, but fortunately he was far enough away that he would not be put into a negative state such as 'panic' and 'trembling'.

"The battle is far from over, these aborigines are rejoicing too soon!" Cha Cha and the rest of the team indifferently observed the deck.

"Lord Bossville!"

The high-ranking priestess stepped forward to help the necromancer who had collapsed to the ground, but at this time, a bright light pierced through the shore.

In the light, a special arrow with the aura of magic can be faintly seen!

This is the Demon Archer's [Spell Arrow]!

Before anyone could react, the priestess was pierced by the arrow, and the arrow almost penetrated the body of the priestess, leaving only a small white feather of arrows.

"Get out of the way—"

The high-level warrior suddenly roared, with fear in his voice, and subconsciously knocked the necromancer down, using his generous body to press the necromancer under his body, and acting as a human flesh shield.

The next moment, the spell contained in the [Irrigation Arrow] was triggered, and a rain of arrows raged the bow area, and small short arrows of hairy energy fell from the sky, piercing the solid deck of the skeleton battleship, leaving a dense black hole, which at first glance made the scalp tingle.

The priestess and warriors were wearing heavy armor and did not die immediately, but the other believers in the bow area were miserable, one by one lying on the ground, and the corpses were covered with blood-colored holes after the energy bolts disappeared, gurgling blood, and the picture was terrifying.

"Protect these three NPCs!"

Karinshan's male mage 'It's dawn,' commanded in a deep voice.

The necromancer is the leader of the stronghold and cannot die. Female priests and warriors are the necromancer's right-hand men, and their death will affect the mission income.

The most important thing is that the necromancer and the dragon lich cannot die, otherwise the mission will simply fail!

"Look—"

Chacha suddenly let out a desperate scream, pointing at the shore, a group of people were running out of the coastal groves, warriors, wanderers, and other classes with no spell casting level all spread their gliders and rushed out of the coastal reef rocks, and the caster either threw his flying spell or directly opened any door, and stood on the deck of the bone warship in an instant.

Sou.

The Magic Gate appeared and disappeared not far from in front of Cha Cha and the others.

A priest stood with his back to them, dressed in shiny silver chain mail, holding a heavy, menacing-looking flail, and a large shield on his left arm, which depicted rolling mountains, and which often symbolized stability and tenacity.

"You-" Karinshan mage 'dawned' and subconsciously retreated when he saw this familiar and unfamiliar outfit, and the other five reacted surprisingly in unison.

"Huh?" The priest glanced back at the purple-robed team, slightly stunned, and turned his back to them and walked towards the bow of the ship.

"Stop him!"

'It's dawn' shouted, raising his hand to cast a spell, but who knew that at this moment two other magic doors appeared on the deck, and Sereria and the harpist female mage Ruha came out, just in time to meet the mage Karinshan who was casting the spell.

The harpist's female mage's pupils were instantly filled with a layer of terrifying magic aura, and in addition to the warrior monk's 'Guiyi', the other five players above lv20 were hit one after another, and the will immunity was slightly stronger to cover the stuffy chest and retch, and if the will immunity was very low, it was put on a 'sleep' or 'panic' state.

With just one spell, the harp manipulator dismantled all the combat power of this squad of players.

Charles strode to the bow of the ship.

The high-ranking female priestess of the Dragon Witch Sect struggled to her feet, her palms trembling as she felt for her evil emblem. She was a devotee of Tiamat, and the golden emblem was in the form of five dragon heads roaring, and as she infused her divine powers, the five dragon heads seemed to awaken, shimmering with red, blue, green, black, and white aura.

The priestess struggled to chant the healing spell, but just as she was about to finish casting, a black mace covered in sharp spikes fell sharply on her head.

【…… Inflict a heavy attack on the target...... Critical Attack Test...... If the attack is not affected by the protection spell, the death effect is triggered...... Target Death ......]

[You killed a high-level native NPC of the Dragon Witch Cult.] 】

Shattered heads, blood and viscous white liquid splattered out.

As soon as the warrior who used his body to protect the necromancer got up, he was suddenly spilled on his face by a mixture of red and white. He sluggishly wiped the filth from his face and let out a terrible roar, "Despicable priest, even demons will spit on your deeds!" ”

Syllable.

The near-death warrior was hit head-on with a hammer, the roar stuck in his throat, and his head twisted and twisted in the protection of his helmet as he flew upside down, and finally shattered with a pop.

Another important NPC has fallen.

Charles put his shield away, and his empty left arm mercilessly grabbed the old necromancer on the floor.

The whole process of the semi-legendary spell casting in front of him overdrawing himself and forcibly casting the Nine Rings spell was seen by Shire. Now is the time when this half-legend is at his weakest, otherwise Charles would not dare to take the lead, and directly open any door and rush to the skeleton warship.

Killing the priest and warrior one after another was expected, and if he could take out the half-legendary necromancer again, Charles had no doubt that he would be able to soar by at least 2 levels.

Lv25 rushes straight to above lv27, a great temptation!

No matter how steady and calm Charles usually is, in the face of a weak semi-legend, he can't help but take the risk to come. He believed that if he was to be another player, such as Qianfan who was running behind him, it was only because of the short legs of the warrior, otherwise the Luskan warrior would definitely have to fight him for such an opportunity.

Kills and XP are different concepts.

If Charles kills the Half-Legend alone, as teammates, they don't have to rub the knife or anything in the process, and they can only share a small part of their experience.

Therefore, Charles did not quit the team, and came over with any door.

And things did turn out as Charles had expected, and the weakened necromancer was carried into his hands without the slightest resistance.

"Die-" Charles didn't hesitate at this moment, the sound of sonorous chains sounded, and the heavy chain flail held in his right hand was once again aimed at the head of the native of the Dragon Witch Cult, ready to launch a fatal blow.

However, at this time, the necromancer's evil whispers made Charles feel as if he had been immobilized, and the flail he raised could not fall no matter what.

"You killed two of my retinue!"

"You have caused the Dragon Witch Cult of the Dragon Coast to lose two soul figures!"

"You have brought a layer of shame on the purpose of the Dragon Witch Cult, and you have let the plan of the Dead Dragon to dominate the continent be postponed!"

"It's all you, you deserve to die!"

The necromancer turned slowly, his old face full of resentment.

Charles sighed in his heart, and secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

He caught a glimpse of the necromancer's two-handed skull wand, which had fallen on the deck, weathered and shattered as he chuckled, turning into a cloud of fine dust, as if triggering some kind of magical effect.

A burst of aura surrounded the necromancer.

In his stiffness, Charles was keenly aware of an extremely evil force winding around him, but he was powerless to stop it, so he could only watch the system text pop up:

【…… Affected by 'Advanced Spell Suppression'...... Voluntary Waiver in progress...... Waiver Failed...... Constitution exemption in progress...... Waiver Failure ......】

[Your Strength stat is reduced to 1 (permanent).] 】

Bang.

As the message popped up, the heavy flail fell from Charles' hands and fell to the ground.

"Hehehe......" The necromancer still chuckled, shuddering as he pulled out a sharp adamantite dagger from his boot and stabbed Charr into his exposed eye sockets!

"Dissociate!"

A faint sigh came from the Mithril Armor.

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Four chapters and two thousand.

Codeword overnight.,It's a supplement to yesterday's update.。 Everyone has a recommendation to vote for a monthly ticket, and comfort the author who is about to fall~~ (To be continued.) )