Seeing that the ghost servants he had carefully transformed and cultivated were burned out in the golden flames on Ji'er's sword and turned into invisible, Olaphne, who was watching the battle from a distance, even if he had a stone heart, was in pain as if he was about to drip blood. He was so angry that he almost lost his mind. But as soon as he thought that he was still preparing a powerful eight-ring spell that could solve the enemy with one blow, he forcibly pressed the anger and uneasiness in his heart and continued to chant the incantation.

He shifted his gaze to Gordon's side, hoping to see the human mage being struck by his own bone arrows and the Ring of Weakness. That would give him a little comfort.

Because after the battle, in less than ten seconds, the other party had already given him too many "surprises", and caused him a lot of unexpected losses, those ghost servants who were wiped out in the holy water golden flame, I don't know how much time it will take in the future to be able to replenish again. Olafone didn't want any more accidents, but ended this battle that should have ended long ago.

But tonight things obviously didn't go as smoothly as he had hoped.

The gray ring of negative energy crashed into Gordon's anti-magical stance and immediately collapsed and dissipated, without affecting him in the slightest. And those sharp bone magic arrows that were able to easily break apart the scales of the young dragon were also sharply weakened by the light shield of the anti-magic stance, and in the end, only three of them successfully hit Gordon.

But Olaphne was not happy about these results, and found that the mage robe on the opposite side, which looked so light and fragile that even a rusty dagger could not stop it, completely resisted the attack of the bone arrow.

"A mage robe with great defense!" Olaforne's cloudy eyes shone with greed.

But in the blink of an eye. The greed of this revenant master was extinguished by the arcane light that bloomed in Gordon's hand.

"How could it be. So fast! ”

Although Olafone, who is now more than two hundred years old, has been dealing with the undead and the dead for a long time. But this time, he really felt the taste of death from the huge arcane energy in the other party's hand.

A chill surged up the back of his head, and Olaphne was in a rare panic. He had no idea that the mage on the other side would be able to cast a high-level spell that was enough to threaten his life at a speed faster than his own.

In Olaphne's opinion, Gordon's arcane attainments were inferior to him, so naturally neither the accuracy and speed of the casting gestures, nor the ability to chant spells, could compare to him. It takes a considerable amount of time to cast a spell—at least three or four seconds—to form a six-ring spell.

The fact that the opponent was able to resist their own spell attacks without being interrupted was already unexpected enough. But now it seems that the casting speed of that short and fat middle-aged mage is actually faster than his own?

"Did he use the Instant Technique?" Olaphne thought to himself, and then immediately dismissed the speculation, "To instantly send a six-ring spell, you need a nine-ring spell slot. The other party can't be a nine-ring mage! ”

Olafone was right. It is true that Gordon is not a Nine-Ring Mage. It's just that he's mastered Akkhosia's quick spell casting. He was able to quickly cast spells at a speed far beyond his imagination.

Originally, if the spell was directly instantaneous, Gordon would have surprised Olaphne even more. However, when he thought of the dangerous environment he was in now, Gordon still felt that it was better to save a little mana in battle. Anyway, this Revenant Master's strongest killer weapon - there are a lot of them. The powerful ghost servant has been completely restrained by the special abilities of the mage's robe, and then collapsed under Ji'er's sword. As for Olafone himself. Actually, it's not that hard to deal with.

After a powerful increase in spells, Gordon's most powerful self-created spells burst out from his fingertips. Dozens of silver magic missiles formed a dense formation. Whistling towards his target, he drew a dazzling trail of shining tracks in the night.

"Visceral explosion!"

Although already in this short but intense. In the spellcasting contest where the lives of both sides were at stake, Olaphne temporarily fell behind. However, in the short time that Gordon's magic missiles were flying, the Revenant Master also completed the spell smoothly. A foul-smelling black wave of light shot straight towards Gordon. If it hits and works, Gordon will die in a very miserable way - the internal organs will be stirred and exploded into countless debris in an instant under the effect of the magical power of negative energy.

After successfully casting the spell, Olaphne grabbed the fraction of a second before the last magic missile hit him, and the wide mage's sleeve robe flicked, erecting a wall of white bones in front of him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, proud of how quickly he cast his spells, how quickly he reacted, and how quickly he responded. Olaphne believed that Gordon would die under his eight-ring spell. And himself, with the protection of the bone wall, will definitely be able to withstand the opponent's attack.

Similar to this kind of mid-to-high-level plastic energy spell that casts multiple magic missiles at once and forms a dense barrage to attack the enemy, Olaphone has not seen it before. But he believed that no matter how powerful this spell was, even if he was hit by all the magic missiles, he would not lose his life. What's more, with the protection of the bone wall, his body has also been transformed, and he is far stronger than ordinary humans, and it is impossible to be killed by a mere magic missile no matter how he thinks about it.

Before Olaphne could catch his breath, he heard a click, and a silver drop-shaped light projectile had broken through the bone wall, and in the flying white bone fragments, it slammed into his chest.

No matter how experienced he was, Olaphone couldn't have known how powerful Gordon's Missile Storm was, which had been amplified by the Ancient Orb and the Spell Powerful Specialty.

As if he had been hit by a war hammer used by the mountain giants, his whole body was suddenly paralyzed by the arcane energy of the force field, and then he flew upside down. In mid-air, one magic missile after another hit Olaforne, knocking him to the ground for a long time.

But by this time, the Revenant Master was completely out of breath.

After losing the control of their masters, those ghost servants who endured the prestige oppression of the Queen of Ravenes, but had to be ordered to fight Ji'er, suddenly lost their restraints. Instead of reluctantly following Olaphne's will to fight, they ran away from Ji'er at a faster pace.

"Ji'er, come back, don't chase it!"

The blonde lady with two ponytails was a little reluctant when she heard Gordon's greeting. With Gordon's power to help her suppress these ghost minions, she was fighting happily, and every time she wielded the Dragon Steel Sword, she seemed to feel that she had more insight into combat and swordsmanship. Because many of Olafogne's ghost minions were powerful warriors in their lifetimes, fighting them can be very beneficial.

However, as soon as Gordon's words fell, the effect of the holy water she sprinkled on the sword completely disappeared. Without the blazing golden flame, Ji'er would have lost a big advantage over those undead. Although this "Northern Memory" enchantment has a good amount of cold damage and can deal effective damage to the Void Ghost, it is not as good as the glorious energy that specifically restrains the undead.

However, even if she knew that Gordon was for her good, when the tsundere eldest lady returned to the mage, she still put on an unconvinced look: "Why did you let me come back?" ”

"Let's save your strength. The owners of those ghosts are dead and will no longer be commanded to attack us. Gordon said, pointing to the corpse of Olaphne in the distance.

Just when Ji'er's burgundy eyes locked on the corpse of the Revenant Master, another change occurred. A curling white phantom rose from Aoraphne's corpse, and it seemed that he was Auraphne himself.

"Yikes!" Ji'er exclaimed, "That guy wants to run!" Let's go after it! ”

Of course, Gordon knows the simple truth that cutting grass is to eradicate the roots. However, he did not move, but pointed to the retreating ghost minions and said to Ji'er, "Don't worry, you see. ”

Ji'er noticed that the ghost minions did not immediately disperse after Olaphne's death, but gathered together again, and then turned the spearhead and rushed towards the phantom that appeared on the corpse of the revenant mage.

The Revenant Master profession is not only able to transform and enslave powerful ghost minions for his own service, but after his physical death, his spirit and consciousness can be transformed into a revenant soul with the power of death and full thinking ability.

Although this revenant soul has little combat power, it has a special ability called "Body Invasion". Specifically, this ability is very similar to "snatching", which is capable of invading and occupying the bodies of other sapient beings. Because this kind of dove occupying the magpie's nest is very risky, it requires a purely conscious level of spiritual confrontation. Therefore, for the sake of safety, the Revenant Master will usually prepare one or more useful bodies for himself to possess in advance.

Olaphne is an eight-ring necromancer. Among the spells of the Necromancy School, there happens to be an eight-ring spell called "cloning", which can create a secondary body that is exactly the same as the main body for possession.

Having such a means of preserving life is also a great advantage of the Revenant Master.

But the Revenant Master also has a great shortcoming, that is, the ghost servants he controls are often full of resentment towards their masters because of high-pressure coercion, and as long as they seize the opportunity, they are likely to launch a rebellion. And now that Olaphne is dead, leaving only a revenant who has no ability to resist, it is the best chance for the ghost minions to rebel.

These enslaved undead were in a hurry to flee just now, in addition to not wanting to fight Ji'er, there was another important reason, that is, they were eager to seek revenge on Olaphone.

Gordon and Ji'er witnessed a bloody scene: a group of ghost minions directly tore apart the fragile soul of Olaphne, and then, still resentful, they tore his corpse and ate it before they dispersed.

Ji'er covered her mouth, almost nauseated, not wanting to look at the corpse that was only bloody in less than a few seconds. But Gordon didn't care, walked over, and then picked up the dimensional bag left by Olaphne.

"It's time to check the harvest." He said. (To be continued......)