"Oh?"

The old fisherman withdrew his gaze from heaven and glanced curiously at the Pastor of the Coming beside him.

Charles connected the clues that came to his mind, and said after organizing his words a little: "First of all, the 'Dark Deep Shadow Technique', which covers the fishing village, has a radius of at least two or three hundred meters, so the casting level of that thing is definitely above the hero level." ”

"Then there's the ability to summon the undead. If it is to summon ordinary ghosts, it is relatively common, and some necromancy spells can do the same. But if you can summon the Fear Binding Spirit from the depths of the ancient ruins, it will be terrifying, and only high-level undead creatures have this ability. ”

"In the end, it's 'blasphemy', and it's evidence that I dare to conclude what it is."

At this point, the priest paused, took a light breath, and continued, "It's a powerful undead creature made up of equal parts darkness and pure evil—"

"Nightshade!"

"Winged Nightshade!"

When he spat out the word "Night Shadow", Charles seemed to vent the pressure in his heart, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated a lot.

Nightshade is a collective term for an undead creature.

There are only three known types of Nightshades: Giant Insect Nightshade, Shadow Nightshade, and Winged Nightshade.

The most powerful of them all, Nightshade, resembles a pitch-black behemoth, measuring a hundred feet (30 meters) long and weighing more than twenty tons, from its toothy mouth to its chelicated tail.

The Giant Bug Nightshade is a terrifying legendary creature that can easily crush the scum below the legendary, and no player or natives wants to run into it, and the Charr certainly doesn't either.

Next up are the Volcanic Nightshade and the Winged Nightshade.

The Voltaic Nightshade is humanoid and is closer to the Legend than the Winged Nightshade. The form of the Winged Night Shadow is similar to that of a vampire bat, except that when it fully stretches its wings, it is more than ten meters in the air, and its size is similar to that of a prime-aged dragon, and its strength is similar.

In fact, before the old fisherman appeared, Charles didn't have much fear of death, and Winged Nightshadow could easily kill him even if he didn't use his spell-like ability.

If you lose the magic painting, you lose it.,Isn't it just a plot quest line.。 Charles is only afraid that the Winged Nightshade will use the supernatural ability of [Magic Drain] on him.

According to the mage's autobiography codex that he had read in the central book, there were many mages who had suffered a great loss when they faced the Flying Wing Night Shadow.

The reason is [Mana Drain].

Magic armor, weapons, and shields touched by Winged Nightshade contact attacks are all weakened, and if the item fails to pass the Tenacity Immunity check, it will lose 1 enhancement bonus.

To put it simply, equipment will lose quality. Purple falls into blue, blue falls into green, and green falls into a whiteboard.

Charles is not afraid of death, because he is a player, and he can be resurrected, although it costs some gold, but it is better than equipment to lose quality. He couldn't imagine that if Nima was the only purple 'Eagle Feather Armor' on his body, he was touched by the Winged Night Shadow and fell into a blue excellent quality, where would he cry?

Fortunately, he was at the foot of the fishing village tonight, and in such an unknown small village on the shore of Pterodactyl Lake, there was a heroic sword master living in seclusion. Charles genuinely considers himself lucky.

Could this be the protection of Ogma, the god of knowledge? Charles silently rubbed the scroll emblem on the emblem in his palm

From the moment the old fisherman appeared, Charles knew he wasn't the protagonist tonight.

One protagonist is invisible in the sky and one protagonist is on the ground.

Now the charr needs to look up to them.

"That's right, it's a Winged Nightshade."

Hearing Charr's sober analysis, the old fisherman looked at the Advent priest with a slanted gaze, and instead stared at the starry night sky, where there was a dark cloud more than ten meters in size.

"Go back to your shadow plane, undead!"

The lame Juggernaut let out a loud cry, his voice echoing through the wilderness for a long time.

Outside the fishing village, the Dark Knight, who was standing on the high ground and carefully watching this scene, heard the sound and his heart twitched. From such a distance, he could clearly feel the dragon-like majesty hidden in the old sword saint's body.

"Roar—"

The Winged Night Shadow revealed its form in the starlight, like a bat, and let out a terrifying sonic roar,

Charles froze when he heard the voice.

A hint pops up in front of you:

"Affected by 'psychic sounds.'"

"Will tested."

"Immunity failed."

Charles felt his consciousness darken, and he fell to his knees uncontrollably, his body quickly soaked with cold sweat. The heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to explode.

Covering his heart tightly, the fear that filled Charles' eyes slowly faded after a few seconds. He struggled to his feet with some strength in his limbs.

The old Juggernaut had already jumped onto the fence gate, and it seemed that he had already fought the Winged Nightshade.

A pitch-black bat the size of a dragon floated above the fishing village, and when the priest awoke, it cast a cold glance with its ferocious red eyes.

Charles took a few heavy breaths, ignored the confrontation between the people and monsters, held the holy emblem, and threw a three-ring magic to himself - [Healing Serious Injuries].

"HP +30."

"Physique attributes are back to normal."

The serious injuries caused by being touched by the Fear Binding Spirit before can be regarded as completely healed. Those 3 points of constitution attribute have also been made up, and they are not permanent losses.

"[Relieve Fear]!"

Charles then searched for the one-ring spell slot and threw out another one-ring spell.

"[Fear Relieve] (1st Ring): Suppresses fear on the recipient, or gives +4 immunity to creatures when they resist fear."

The last vestiges of fear in his eyes vanished.

Charles was much more relaxed.

At this moment, the Flying Wing Night Shadow suspended in the sky let out another sound wave roar, and at the same time used a spell-like ability to cast a [Acceleration Technique], which was like lightning, and swooped down from a high altitude.

Wisps of darkness emanated from the body of the Winged Nightshade.

Huge coercion looms over the fishing village.

This time, Charles cast the magic first, so he was able to escape the 'psychic soundwave' and did not enter a state of fear. But the pastor wished he wasn't awake at this time. When Winged Nightshade dives and attacks, the threat it inflicts on the ground is too powerful.

It was as if he had been hit head-on by a sledgehammer, and the whole person couldn't help but take a few steps backwards.

"It's [Shadow Strike]!" Charles took a deep breath.

This is also the most commonly used attack method recorded in the Codex of the Aboriginal Faye. Even more terrifying are [Finger of Death] and [Otherworldly Teleportation].

The old sword stood on the fence gate, raised the sword in front of his chest, and his eyes became as majestic as a dragon.

"[Really angry]!"

"[Heavy Attack Multiplication]!"

"[Dragon Power]!"

The muscles of the arms and body of the old fisherman, who had been thin and thin, were quickly stacked up like stones, and his old age suddenly turned into a brave masculinity like a prime of life.

Charles's pupils shrank slightly.

Through the starlight, he could see the fiery red scales generated on the surface of the old fisherman's body, although the scales were very sparse, and there were no other dragonization features such as dragon tail and dragon breath spitting, but Charles dared to conclude at first glance that the old swordmaster had once slaughtered a red dragon, and he had been baptized with dragon blood, and his body had a trace of red dragon blood.

The faintly half-dragon old sword master, when the qi was charged, let out a battle roar, aimed at the flying wing night shadow that swooped down, and swung a brilliant and stunning sword.

"Buzz"

Spatial concussions.

It was like a rainbow crossing the night sky.

It was like lightning falling, and the whole fishing village was as bright as day in an instant. Charles' eyes narrowed in the glare of the light, and then his ears heard the screams of the Winged Nightshadow.

The voice seemed to come from the shadow plane, ethereal nothingness. The sword rainbow immediately brought tranquility to the fishing village, and the winged night shadow disappeared, I don't know if it was retreated to the shadow realm, or it was destroyed by the sword of the old sword master. Charles didn't ask, and neither did the old swordmaster.

After the results of the duel were decided, the old sword saint silently lowered the rune giant sword in his hand, recovering from the half-dragon state, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper.

The old sword saint who had restrained his momentum was able to get rid of the image of an ordinary fisherman, he glanced at Xia Er with calm and waveless eyes, and said lightly: "That thing was seriously injured by me. ”

"There's no strength to cross the line anymore."

Charles pursed his lips, not knowing what to say in response.

The old sword master was already dying in his twilight years, and every time he fought in such an all-state battle, he would definitely have to consume the little vitality that was left. Under normal circumstances, the lifespan of a hero professional is fifty-six years longer than that of ordinary people, and only when he ascends to the realm of the Legendary Mandate of Heaven can he be regarded as transcendent and can live for hundreds of years.

It's a pity that the old sword master only used the blood of the red dragon for the primary baptism, otherwise if the bloodline is activated and transformed into a real half-dragon form, then he will have a vitality comparable to that of a legend.

"Don't worry, the shadows that raged in the village before have almost been dealt with by me, and no villagers have died because of this, but some injured and sick people need to be treated by you. After all, you brought this disaster to you. ”

The old swordmaster, carrying his giant sword, walked a few steps down the country road, and then paused and turned his head to the priest of the Holy Arrival.

"I'll do my best." Charles bowed his head in respect.

The footsteps were far away.

"Hoo ......"

Charles let out a long breath, finally letting go of his heartstrings.

Tonight's experience was thrilling, and he admired himself a little bit for being able to behave so calmly, not only saving the [Magic Painting], but also escaping his life under the hands of the Fearful Bound Spirit.

The old sword master can also be regarded as solving the big trouble caused by the [Magic Painting] for him.

[Magic Painting] attracted the Flying Wing Night Shadow, which may be the limit, which should also be regarded as a roadblock test set by the system. If there is any obstacle in the future, it must be legendary, and the enemy is getting stronger and stronger to conform to the law. But that's unlikely.

"The next difficulty should be to find the lost Temple of Nightfall in Tifanton."

"There must be monsters to clean up in the Temple of Dead Silence."

"Even the Flying Wing Night Shadow has come out, and the reward for the last link of the [Magic Painting] quest line will definitely not be found. Where is a purple suit enough? ”

Charles patted the oil painting tucked under his ribs, and his eyes showed a hint of anticipation.

"Hey, Charles, you're here!"

As soon as Zhuchuan ran out of the corner of the alley, he saw the priest under the moonlight, and he was stunned and complained: "No wonder there are so many shadows in the village in front of me, I can't find it now, it turns out that you have overtaken it." ”

"The High Shadow I tracked is gone."

"You must have killed me."

Hearing his old friend's words, Charles didn't defend himself, and a smile appeared on his face.

I can only say that the feeling of the rest of my life after the catastrophe is wonderful.

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