Now the Raven finally understands why this guy is carrying it on his back. The smuggler in front of him didn't actually bow over, his hunchback was because the creature had a much longer neck than ordinary humans and humanoids, and this physiological structure not only made them a little top-heavy, but also made the snakehead's most powerful weapon even more deadly, and that weapon was the fangs in their mouths.

"Sa!" a voice like a viper spitting out a letter rang out from the sorcerer's face, and although the dust covering the snakehead's head had not dispersed, he had clearly found the attacker. The head of the viper, which was larger than any snake, slammed into the wizard's neck in the darkness, and the long neck suddenly exerted force, causing his attack to be as swift as lightning.

Before the cursed crow could react, the sharp snake fangs had already stuck to his neck, and between the lightning and fire, the only thing that could save him was instinct. The magic in the wizard's eyes was more intense than ever, and the light in his eyes even illuminated most of the idol behind the smuggler. In front of the eerie statue, deadly fangs easily tore through the soft flesh of the human, and the snake-headed man could feel the touch from the tips of his teeth, and he waited for the addictive pleasure of warm blood flowing down his throat.

But he was not destined to wait. The teeth of the upper and lower jaws of the snake's head collided violently, making a heart-palpitating sound. And the cursed crow somehow retreated one step backwards, and this step is the gap between life and death. The sorcerer's body could only complete its reaction at this time, and his arms were subconsciously protected in front of his head, and the pain from his erection neck told the wizard that although the fangs did not pierce his body, they still left wounds.

"I don't like this kind of kissing. Rubbing the pain with his left hand, the magician said with a pretended calm. He had never heard of such a strange creature on top of the Grey Tower, and the snakeheads in the darkness were completely alien to the Cursed Crow. But even so, he would not do such a thing as exposing his cowardice in front of the enemy.

"People... Hiss... Kind...... Meat!" There was a low, distorted and indiscernible roar from the unseen space, and the content of the snake-headed man's words was difficult to make out because of the heavy noise, and Rao used the wisdom of a wizard to figure out what the other party had said after a second. However, the content of the words needed to be considered, and the tone of the words was full of straightforward blood-devouring desire, and the other party obviously did not intend to sit down with the spellmaster and chat calmly.

"Listen, I was the first to do it at first, but then I was in good defense. "Talking is a great stress reliever, the curse of the Raven doesn't require a spell to complete like other spells, a few simple actions are enough for the curse to take effect, so the apprentices of the Grey Tower know that their fellow disciples who are proficient in curses always talk a lot when fighting.

The snake-headed man didn't care what the sorcerer said, he could tell from the sound of the crow that the other party was still within his range, and the monster once again stretched out his deadly fangs, despite the paralyzing sensation caused by the violent bite just now. This time, the wizard had been prepared, and a simple squat helped the crow dodge the attack, and he noticed that the snake-headed man seemed to be fond of attacking the neck.

"You seem to want to kiss my neck, but you'd better take care of your own first!" The magic in his eyes made the crow discern the outline of his enemy in the darkness, and his curse came invisibly, and the magician had discovered that the opponent's main attack should be the fangs in his mouth, so he cursed the muscle cramps in the other's neck. This curse may not seem to have the power to directly kill the opponent or intend to directly damage the opponent, but a simpler curse means a smaller price and a faster release.

In contrast to Cheese's reckless all-out spell casting, Raven has always regarded himself as a sophisticated art of combat, regardless of the sorcerer's understanding of magic, and his combat ability has always been among the best among the many apprentices in the Grey Tower. Even the Lord of the Grey Tower has praised the Cursed Raven's combat philosophy, calling it the proper combat method for spellcasters. But today, in the dark church deep beneath the Molten Iron City, the sorcerer's proud method has failed.

The snake's neck wasn't as dull as expected, or less than a second of sluggishness wasn't enough to achieve the spellman's desired effect. The smuggler retracted his neck without any problems, and although he didn't understand what was happening to him, he still realized that the crow was at work. Out of caution, the monster changed his tactics, and a dagger made of detached snake fangs and a delicate hand crossbow appeared in the man's hand.

"Looks like you have any other toys?" the wizard sarcastically mocked his opponent, he could see the weapons in his enemies' hands, but he wasn't worried. After all, he didn't intend to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the other party at all, and Rao's snaketooth dagger had enough toxin to kill him, and it wouldn't have a chance to work. As for the crossbow, a sneer flashed across the corner of the crow's mouth, and the mages of the Grey Tower were rarely injured by arrows.

The snake-headed man didn't know the mage's abilities, but this monster raised its hand to the cursed crow with its innate heat sensing ability! The arrow made of snake teeth made a piercing screech as it flew through the air, as if a poisonous snake was actually pounced on its opponent. However, the arrow that was supposed to hit the crow's chest did not work, and the gray robe suddenly flew up as if it had a spirit, and the fabric of the robe grabbed the snake tooth arrow like a claw, and then gently rolled it, removing all the force from the arrow, so that the arrow that had lost its kinetic energy fell to the ground on its own.

"Look, it's just a toy. Unconcerned about the stopped arrows, the crow's hands swung at his sides and closed in front of him, and the air around the smuggler began to try to restrict his movement like a shackle. The failure of the curse just now made the sorcerer guess that the other party had something on him that could counteract his curse, so he needed to change his tactics.

"Shhhh His performance made the Raven think his spell had worked. And in the snake pupils that the wizard couldn't see, a touch of cunning color was fleeting. He's misleading the sorcerer into thinking that magic has restricted his movements!

But the Raven wasn't stupid, and the curse's lesson taught him that the creature would most likely not work out the way he wanted, and while the enemy seemed to be contained, the pain in his neck told him that things wouldn't go that way. Speaking of the pain in his neck, the crow realized that the wound on his neck seemed to hurt even more, even more painful than when he had just been bitten. Poisoned, this is the most plausible explanation that the sorcerer can find. Just scratching some of the skin can poison you, and if you let this monster bite it, you don't know what is going to happen.

"Don't worry, we have time to play slowly. The wizard said, his steps slowly moving in the opposite direction, not wanting to get too close to the snakehead. After noticing the sorcerer's actions, the sorple-headed man realized that the other party would not be fooled, and the monster let out a roar, easily breaking free from the shackles of magic and charging towards the crow again.