Looking at Owen who was struggling powerlessly in the quagmire, the fat necromancer laughed: Don't think it's a big deal to defeat Rajdon's weakling, in front of me Festolin, all those who enter the 'quagmire of death' are as weak and powerless as babies hahaha......

Hey, Owen drank violently, and with both hands on the hard ground next to him, the strong arms actually supported his whole body and broke free from the mire, Owen turned over with both hands upside down, and then stood firmly on the ground, don't be smug, Owen said proudly

It seems that I still underestimated you, but a dangerous smile crossed Festolin's face, and now the battle had just begun

As soon as Festolin finished speaking, the ground under Owen's feet shook violently, and Owen, realizing that something was wrong, immediately jumped away from the place, and just as his feet were leaving, the hard ground on which he was standing suddenly turned into a swamp of mud - just like just now

Owen made a beautiful leap and stood on the hard ground again

It's useless, no matter how you avoid it, it's impossible to escape from the 'death swamp' in the hands of me Festoline, and at the same time, Festoline thrust the white bone staff in his hand into the ground, only to see a black magic ability from the staff continuously into the ground, Owen's new foothold immediately turned into a black swamp, Owen was forced to dodge again and again, but no matter where he jumped, the ground under his feet would immediately turn into a mire

It wasn't until later that the land was becoming more rapidly than expected, and Owen was forced to squeeze into a hard ground surrounded by the mud, like an island in the black sea, and the hard land was only about three square meters - and the mud of the land stopped at this time

Why did the mud stop, Owen was a little surprised

How about the stranger, are you scared, don't be glad that my men are merciful, I won't let you be swallowed up by the swamp all at once, I will let your body slowly rot in this 'death mire' starting from your feet, and then you will beg me to give you a happy death hahaha...... Festoline looked at Owen with extreme arrogance, the bone staff in his hand had stopped transmitting magical energy to the earth, it seemed to him that the battle was over, he could take Owen's life at any time, but now he had to play with the prey like a cat teasing a dying mouse

I didn't expect the second level to bring me so much trouble, you are indeed not the first level, that waste can be compared to Owen wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and the vigorous exercise just now had already made him drenched with sweat all over

The composure shown by this young man who broke through the defense line at this time surprised Festorin, but he did not see any possibility of losing Festolin, and Festolin squinted at Owen and said: Then do you regret it now, I warned you not to break into this place just now, but you have given up the only chance to live

No kidding, Owen smiled, "Your 'death mire' is just a scare for the little ones, it can't possibly pose any threat to me in the first place."

Your mouth is quite powerful, so start rotting from your mouth, Festorin's eyes as white as a snake mask showed a fierce light, and he turned the white bone staff stuck in the ground with his fleshy hand, and the transmission of magical energy was restored

At this moment, the only remaining isolated island under Owen's feet suddenly became damp and softened, and then turned into the quagmire that exuded the smell of death

To Festolin's surprise, however, the young intruder was not swallowed up by the mire of death at his disposal, as he expected, but floated in mid-air in a posture of meditating on his knees

Telekinesis moved, looked at Owen Festolin floating in mid-air, blinked his eyes, and finally understood that this young man had the capital to hold fearlessly, and he didn't expect that there would be people who would use such a thing as telekinesis now

As I said, your 'death mire' didn't work for me from the start, and Owen's lips didn't move, he teleported his voice to Festolin, who was already a hundred meters away

It's no wonder Rajerton would lose to you, this guy, it seems that I really underestimated you

Now, can I think that I have gotten through the 'mire of death', I do have something to see the Lich King, and now I am out of company

Wait a minute, Festolin has regained his calm demeanor, and although I underestimated you, it won't change your fate for the rest of you

What did you say

Do you think that this 'mire of death' that I am in charge of is only that simple, you should open your eyes and take a look

Following Festorin's words, Owen immediately looked at the mud below, only to see dozens of whirlpools suddenly appear in the black muddy water, and then after a while, a muddy skeleton floated up from the center of the whirlpool, and a large swarm of flies flew around the bones, and the stench of rotting corpses filled the swamp

See, these bones are the so-called adventurers or warriors who have been swallowed up by this 'mire of death' for centuries, Festolin said, they have been lonely for too long, and they need to find a new companion

As Festoline spoke, the bones suddenly moved, and one by one they stood upright from the mud, and then countless black and wet mud stained the bones, and made out of mud to form strange mud figures

It's unbelievable that you've imprisoned so many souls in this swamp, and Owen feels a little embarrassed to look at the mud man with teeth and claws below

Of course, Festolin proudly said that this 'mire of death' is alive like people, it has no place and does not need to devour fresh flesh and blood, and now the mire has been hungry for a long time, and after nearly fifty years of the last adventurer, the mire can finally taste the taste of fresh flesh and blood again, haha

Festolin laughed wildly, only to see that the mud people in the mire below, which were made of human bones and mud, suddenly flew up one by one, and they clung to Owen, who was floating in the air with telekinesis, and pulled him under the mud one by one, and Owen seemed to be at a loss at this time, under the muddy package, Owen could not even move a finger

Hahaha...... It's powerless, it's desperate, it's sad, it's the result of being immeasurable, even if you use the soul separation technique, what if you destroy you, the wandering soul is just a lonely ghost, Festolin looked at Owen who was slowly sinking into the mire of death with a very enjoyable expression

By this time, the mud had flooded Owen's abdomen and slowly engulfed his chest......

The birds around them were frightened and fled, and the extremely thick smell of death emitted from the mire made the birds frenzied, but the flies that loved carrion kept gathering in the direction of the mire

Festolin looked at Owen, who had been dragged into the mire little by little, as if admiring a perfect work of art, just when the mud had engulfed Owen's shoulders and was about to swallow his head, Festolin suddenly saw Owen on the verge of death, and showed him a strange smile

Festolin was stunned for a moment, he read the mockery in Owen's smile, he couldn't believe that the young man in front of him who only had a few seconds left to live didn't show the slightest look of horror that he was about to die - this was very different from the people he had manipulated and swallowed up in the mire of death before, Owen's composure made Festolin feel cold

However, what was puzzling to Festolin was quickly answered, and in the next second, Festolin felt as if his feet were being pulled down by something, and Festolin looked at his feet, only to see that the place where he was standing had quickly turned from the original hard ground to a black mire, and his feet were swallowed up little by little

Why, ah, the 'mire of death', which was usually tame as a kitten in my hands, would now swallow me up, and Festolin could not hide the surprise in his heart, but what happened next frightened Festolin even more, because the mud people who came out of the mire jumped at Festolin one by one, and they dragged Festolin into the ground faster and faster

It is impossible for Festoline to cry out in horror that these undead who have been swallowed by the 'mire of death' will voluntarily rebel against me as the master...... I feel the extreme hatred and infinite pain of these undead spirits, I don't want to ...... I don't want to be like these undead

I saw Festolin struggling desperately, but the more he struggled, the faster he sank, and in the panic, Festolin saw with the rest of his eyes that the white bone staff diagonally inserted in the mire, and the magical energy was still flowing from the mire

The transmission of magical energy had to be stopped immediately, and in the fancy, Festoline grabbed the bone staff with his hand, pulled it out of the black mire, and threw it into the distance

Seeing that the transmission of magical energy stopped, the mire suddenly returned to normal, and then changed back to the state of hard ground, and Festolin, who was glad that he had escaped, gasped, and he couldn't help but look at his feet—but he was stunned again, only to see that his body was very clean, and there was no trace of mud on it, but just now he had clearly sunk into the mud, ah, it should be dirty, right, now why is this

Could it be a hallucination, Festolin suddenly woke up

You guessed it right, it was indeed a hallucination, and the voice of the enemy he ignored at this time sounded, and Owen, who was already mostly buried in the solid soil, suddenly roared, and the hard soil that buried him shattered at once, and then Owen jumped out of the mud with his hands and his whole body, leaving a big hole in the place where Owen was before, only to see that Owen, who had just come out of the dirt, was the opposite of the clean Festolin, and his body was covered with mud

Damn fellow, how dare you deceive me, Festolin, who realized that he was being teased, was furious, and he used his hands to form a spell-casting handprint on his chest, and black magical energy was constantly gathering on his hands, I will break you into pieces, rub your bones and scatter ashes

It's a pity that you don't have this opportunity anymore, and just as Festolin was concentrating his magical energy, Owen hurried towards him

A hundred meters is enough for a skilled spellcaster, who casts a spell that can knock them down before the opposing warrior reaches a distance that threatens him, but Festolin overlooks one thing: he had just discarded his staff, and Festolin's spell speed was half as slow as usual

Just a hundredth of a second before Festolin's magic was about to be released, Owen finally rushed in front of him and smashed a punch into Festolin's fat face, sending Festolin flying five or six meters away

The fat body rolled on the ground a few times and finally stopped, Festolin looked injured, only to see black blood spit out from his mouth and nose, but the wound Festolin suffered was not only that, the magic just now was forcibly interrupted by a hundredth of a second before it was released, Festolin himself was forced to bear the backlash of magic, only to see wisps of black rise from Festolin's chubby body in all directions, Festolin cried out in pain

Ignoring the enemy who had been defeated between life and death, Owen walked by Festorin's side, he had no interest in what would become of this self-inflicted necromancer, and now he could only move on to the next line of defense

It seems that it is impossible to meet the Lich King himself in a negotiated way, and Owen can only force his way through four lines of defense

Just now, against Festolin, who was in control of the quagmire of death, although he could barely win, but he made himself so embarrassed, Owen shook his head and smiled bitterly, I don't know what kind of opponent he will encounter in the third line of defense.