With a loud bang, the black dragon that had just crawled out of the ruins plunged into another side hall.

As a demolition worker, the dragon is still very efficient, but when it comes to dealing with the Queen of the Wolfheart, its huge body has become a burden, and it can't dodge the thunder that falls from the sky at all.

It didn't take long for it to be scarred and look like it didn't have a lot of good meat.

As another bucket-thick thunderbolt fell, the dragon's body seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, and Duneville let out a wail, and the huge body gradually dissipated, turning into a cloud of fragments.

As an undead dragon, it doesn't just die like this, but after its body is damaged, it can only return to the soul stone mound and be slowly reborn, and this guy who can't enjoy the healing of the holy light is the first to go out.

The resurrected Portmar was clearly no ordinary lich, not only was the spell that summoned the undead as easy in her hands as eating and drinking, but the terrifying spell of destruction also made her feel like the embodiment of thunder and lightning.

The courtyard was littered with white broken bones, armor scattered here and there flew like rags for money in battle, and from time to time new undead re-emerged from the ground or piles of bones that had not yet been completely reduced to ashes.

Even though the Holy Light had great restraint on these undead, Ciel's brows couldn't help but furrow, she didn't understand the truth that the thief captured the king first, but Portmar didn't choose to fight with her at all, but kept summoning the undead to harass.

"Isn't there a limit to her mana?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the staff in her hand." Zhang Lin, who had been looking for an opportunity, noticed the uniquely shaped staff in Potmar's hand, which seemed to automatically cast some powerless magic just now, obviously the Queen of the Wolfheart would not make such a low-level mistake, so the problem should lie there.

A cold mist kept filling the hill where the Blue Palace was located, and even if the Holy Light dispelled it, it would quickly make up for it, but the area that Keshia had cleared with the power of the clear sky would take a long time to recover.

"Be my servant!" Potmar's voice rang out in the mist, "I've just woken up, and I need people like you around me right now, and you'll be honored to be there for me." ”

"You're thinking too much!" Keshia complained while cleaning up the undead who pounced on her, "I remember that "The Legend of the Queen of the Wolfheart" said that when you were still alive, you were surrounded by a group of rotten undead maids who were taking care of your daily life, so you should continue to let those bone sticks satisfy you!" ”

"Sharp teeth can't save you!" Potmar's voice from around her was a little angry, but her figure was still hidden in the fog, making it impossible to find her.

"Be careful!"

Serana appeared beside the dragonborn, the translucent guardian barrier instantly opened, thunder and lightning bombarded it, and in just a few breaths, the barrier shattered like glass, Serana snorted coldly, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and her already pale face turned a little whiter again.

"Are you alright?" In the distance, Zhang Lin's sword blade turned, slashed the undead around him, and then rushed over.

The two women shook their heads, and the vampire's abilities allowed Serana to recover quickly.

"Looks like you care about them?" Portmar's voice sounded again, and it sounded like it was in her ears, "It's enviable." ”

The moment the words fell, Zhang Lin felt a huge impact on his shield, and at the same time that the shield shattered, his whole person was also knocked out.

As soon as he fell to the ground, the mist completely enveloped Zhang Lin, and a cold aura spread on him, as if a pair of cold and transparent hands were firmly binding him in place along his body.

"Then let's start with you, I think they'll be very sad."

More arms emerged from the mist, as if trying to pull him completely into the mist, and a sense of weakness eroded him from the place of contact.

"Be my doll," a seductive voice sounded behind Zhang Lin, and a pair of white arms stretched out above him and staggered over his chest, "I can't wait to see their expressions." ”

Zhang Lin turned his head a little stunned, and a pale and beautiful face appeared in front of him, and his eyes flashing with a faint blue light seemed to make people fall into it.

"yes, that's it." Seemingly satisfied with Zhang Lin's reaction, the corners of Potterma's mouth couldn't help but tilt up slightly.

"Got you!" Zhang Lin's expression, who had just looked charmed, suddenly changed.

"What!?" Portmar was stunned for a moment, and then an inexplicable sense of crisis suddenly flooded into her heart.

A feeling of uneasiness swept over her, and she hurriedly pulled out.

But her arm was held by Zhang Lin, and the posture was as resolute as retaining her doppelganger's girlfriend and refused to let go.

Potmar noticed that the man in front of her had brightened, like a humanoid light bulb, and even the fog around her to protect herself had faded a lot.

In astonishment, Portmar saw that the crystal that had been used to deal with the undead by the pointy-eared elf appeared in Zhang Lin's hand.

A golden spear took shape in an instant, and before she could react, the spear penetrated from her towering chest with endless brilliance, and the power continued to tear her body, and a piercing wail sounded in her mouth, making Zhang Lin, who was attached to her like an intimate lover, want to cover her ears immediately.

"You...... Damn it! ”

With a roar, the Wolfheart Queen's body shattered, her flesh was obviously not as powerful as her magic, and under the energy that restrained her, it turned into a cloud of lightning.

The surrounding fog gradually subsided, and the resurrected undead lost their support and turned into bones again.

"Whew, have you wiped it out?" Zhang Lin wiped the non-existent sweat droplets on his forehead, and said with some palpitations.

Although this was a deliberate use of himself as bait, when Portmar appeared behind him just now, it still made him feel that death was close by.

"Not yet, she's not so easy to eliminate."

A swarm of blood-colored bats converged in the courtyard, and a fair-skinned young woman appeared in it.

"Mother." Serana ran over.

"Lady Valerica."

"Why do you say she's not dead?"

"What you have eliminated is only one of her incarnations, and as long as the root is not destroyed, she will not die."

"You mean, something like a life box?" Ciel asked, and in her mind, lichs had the trait that tied their lives to a special object that could be reborn as long as the item wasn't destroyed.

"Fatebox? I've never heard of that, but I know what you mean, but unfortunately, Portmar isn't your average lich. ”