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The two-storey building at the end of the ghost street is still shrouded in a layer of gloomy fog, which is not very real. Durand was standing in front of the house, and behind him was a long street, scattered along the street with various bone fragments, and some broken leg bones, arm bones and other soft hanging on the window edges of the small buildings on both sides - all skeleton warriors and skeleton mages who had been shattered by Durand in the battle just now.

Durand's eyes flowed, and in the depths of his pupils there was a magnificent seven-colored hue, and he secretly mobilized his insight to try to see through the gray fog in front of him. However, the nature of gray fog is extremely special, and it has a strong shielding ability for various means of insight. Durand has enough eyesight, and he can only look at it roughly.

Durand stared at the gray mist and said, "What, aren't you going to show up yet?" Your field has been broken through by me. ”

Without waiting for the other party to reply, Durand casually stretched out his hand and grabbed it. As he moved, large orange-red flames leaped out of his palms, and then condensed into a slender and strange-shaped long knife.

Durand stood with a dwarven musket in one hand and a flaming knife in the other.

If the other party is still hiding and refuses to show up, then it's nothing, dismantling the entire domain is nothing more than spending more time and body, after feeling the strength of the other party's domain, Durand didn't think it was impossible.

Kent also apparently saw that his domain could not help Duland, and he sighed and waved his hand to remove the gray fog that shrouded around the small building. At the same time, the remnants of the skeletons on the street quickly retreated. The bones shattered by Durand dispersed into wisps of gray-white mist, merging into the surviving skeletons. So, in the blink of an eye, the whole ghost street was calm and empty, as if the qiē just now was just an illusion.

And when the gray fog cleared, Durand finally saw the other party's appearance.

Half of the face is the appearance of an old human being, and the other half is a skeleton. Below the head, the bodies of barbarians, musket dwarves, storm dwarves, and sun elves are pieced together to maximize the versatility of this monstrous body. Kent stood at the door of the small building, holding the seemingly ordinary black hammer in his hand, quietly looking at Duland. Beside him, a cross-shaped tombstone stood diagonally.

The tombstone seemed to be quite ancient, and Durand glanced at it and saw a faint inscription on it: Kent. Minahill.

Seeing this name and the strange image of the other party, Durand was not too surprised, just raised his eyebrows slightly, and then sighed softly: "I see, it is as I expected...... You're not a necromancer, or rather, you're no longer a necromancer, you've turned yourself into a lich, right? ”

Kent nodded calmly: "Not bad." ”

"Below, is your body buried?" Durand pointed to the Cross Tombstone.

"Not exactly...... Kent seemed to smile, patted the tombstone with emotion, and said, "My body is buried underneath, but not my head." I collected the bodies of the strong people of all races back then, and it took more than 300 years to refine the body that appeared, and I originally wanted to get a good-looking face, but then I thought that my original face was the best, so I used the head of the deity. ”

Durand nodded, "Got it......"

Then he took a breath, and his face became a little more solemn.

Since he already knew that the other party was not a professional in the ordinary sense, Durand did not dare to hold it up, and in the state of self-sealing, he could wield the power of the seventh-level peak at most, and it was difficult to say whether he would win or lose against an old lich with a mysterious origin. Moreover, refining oneself into a lich is not an easy task, and it is said that only necromancers above level nine have such abilities, which means that the other party was once a necromancer at least level nine.

The process of transforming oneself into a lich is complex, and there is a certain chance of failure. If you succeed, you will get an incomparably long lifespan, and the price is that you need to start cultivating from scratch, and your cultivation degree is much slower than that of ordinary professionals. Durand could see that Kent was now at the peak of level seven, and he was only one step away from breaking through to level eight. And the old lich's spiritual power is very strong, after all, his soul essence is still the necromancer of the year, and he has an advantage in soul. Combined with the specially refined Lich Body, the overall combat power is probably not afraid of a battle against the eighth-level professional.

At this time, Kent laughed and said, "Young man, isn't it a little stressful to see me like this?" ”

Durand thought about it seriously for a moment, and then replied: "The pressure is not enough, it should be said that you are qualified to make me serious." ”

Instead of being angry at all, Kent gave a thumbs up and said, "Arrogant enough!" ”

He waved the hammer in his hand and said slowly, "...... But I'll talk about it in front, and when the fight really starts in a while, I won't hold back. In fact, even if I wanted to keep my hand, I couldn't do it, I couldn't fully grasp this lich body, and I often couldn't control my strength. This body of mine was pieced together with the body of a ninth-level powerhouse back then, and in terms of absolute strength, I am afraid that it will be close to that of a saint! I can't use this power very well, but it's better for you to be careful. ”

"Thanks for the reminder." Durand asked with interest, "According to what you said, you were probably a ninth-level necromancer back then, right?" ”

"No, it's not." Kent smiled: "I have already broken through the ninth level back then, and I am a necromancer in the Sage realm. ”

"Hmm...... Terrible. ”

"Hehe, be careful, young man." Kent grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement, and said, "It would be disappointing not to be beaten to death by me in a few hits." ”

The corners of Duland's mouth curled, and he smiled: "This is also what I want to say." ”

As the words fell, Durand suddenly reversed the flame long knife in his hand and stabbed it into the ground. Kent was slightly stunned, he didn't understand what kind of attack this was for a while, but the next moment his face changed, his feet stomped on the ground again and again, and more than three meters flashed out sideways in an instant. No sooner had he left the place where he had left than a huge blade of flame burst out from where he had been standing and soared into the sky. This blade is the part of Durand that pierced into the ground, but the volume is much larger, and it soars more than five meters high before it is castrated.

The flame blade almost grazed Kent's body, and although the old lich narrowly dodged the blow, he could clearly feel the scorching and furious fire power contained in it.

"What kind of magic is this?" He looked at the flame blade that slowly retracted into the ground, frowned, and asked solemnly, "I also fought against more than one powerful fire mage back then, and it seems that I have never seen a similar trick......