Chapter 44: The Undead of the Enslaved Envoy

"Quick! follow me, before they can climb down the damn grave!" Mirhat had already scurried out before he could finish his sentence.

Mihart knew that this was the only chance to escape from the tomb. I don't know how many sleeping ghouls there are, and I have to break their sleep today, and Mikhat doesn't think that Anna's hiding place is only the two mediocre vampires guarding the cell.

The best way is to borrow a knife to kill someone!

Borrow a vampire's knife to kill a reviving ghoul, or borrow a ghoul's knife to kill an alarmed vampire!

Considering Arisen's young body and Aninotes' weak constitution, Mishart did not run with all his might.

The sound of the wind, the shattering of the urn, the screams of the ghouls, and the heavier and heavier breathing of the little magician.

Mikhat knew that Agninotes' physical strength could not keep up with this level of galloping for a long time, and he had been struggling for a long time, and if he continued like this, he would most likely lose all his combat ability due to the lack of oxygen in his lungs.

So, Mirhat slowed down helplessly—almost to trotting speed. But Aninotes still slowed down the group's movement little by little, and even in the end, the speed of the three of them was only slower than that of sprinting away.

Aninotes knew in his heart that he had dragged his companion back, but he was already so tired that he fainted, and his throat was filled with a scorching fishy sweetness, even if it was so fast that he was almost left with the rhythm of breathing inhale, it could neither relieve his body's inadequacy, nor suppress the guilt in his heart.

The little mage also clearly felt the slowdown in the team's march.

If only I had obediently followed Teacher Kalisa to learn the magic of destruction!

Flames are the best way to deal with ghouls!

Even if Toto asks Master Daraniel for advice on the magic of change, it is far better than illusion when confronting ghouls who are immune to blinding and dreams.

Source power magic, this is the only means of self-protection in the face of ghouls, but the cultivation of his own source power magic is really not flattering.

Is there any way to take out these damn ghouls at once?

If this continues, I will fall under the merciless blade of my enemies, in the disappointed gaze of my comrades, on the top of my own endless remorse!

Aninotes let out a hysterical cry, and purple energy gushed out from his palm without reservation, quickly converging into a dazzling purple ball of light.

His colorful braids kept flying up and down under the agitation of energy, and the fragments of gems embedded in the magician's robe flickered in a regular manner, like a river of surging brilliance!

Mikhat sensed movement behind him, and saw the purple light illuminate the little magician's face paler and pale. He turned his head and shouted, "Aninose, what are you doing!"

Aninotes didn't answer Mihat, he just stopped where he was, turned around firmly, and pushed forward with both hands!

The ball of light condensed with magical energy "swished" forward, spinning and expanding like a miniature hurricane, sweeping the corpse warriors who were chasing after them into pieces, tearing them high off the ground, and finally throwing them far into the endless darkness that the three of them rushed through with countless piercing screams.

This magical impact, which was completed by relying solely on the gathering of pure magical energy, obviously consumed a lot of Aninotes's magic power, and he put his palms on his knees, and used his hands to support his body, so that he felt a little better and did not fall down immediately.

"This law... Spells, which can only drag ... Delay them for a little while, and it's... They, or will chase... Catch up. My remaining mana is not... Not much. Aninotes explained breathlessly.

That's just a drop in the bucket.

Mikhat could see that Agnites was in a bad state.

In the previous illusion battle with Anna, he was not only injured, but his magic power was almost exhausted. After that, he cut the palm of his hand and used his own blood to crack Anna's spell.

After reaching the tomb through the portal, he also relied on the illusion of the little mage as a cover to easily eliminate the vampire jailer.

No matter how quickly his magical energy recovered, he couldn't afford such a frequent and huge consumption, right?

"Aninotes, you've done a great job. What about the vampires, where are they now?" asked Mihat.

"It's less than thirty meters away from us. It's just that their situation is not necessarily much better than ours. Most of the ghouls in front of them scrambled towards them. Ha ha. Aninotes caressed his chest with his palm, trying to comfort his worried companion, but smiled ruinly.

The three of them did breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a soul-piercing scream suddenly rang out!

Although the three of them covered their ears tightly, they still couldn't lower the volume of this sharp sound!

Arison writhed wildly on the ground, mouth wide open, screaming in pain.

Aninotes fell to her knees, her head slamming into the ground, her face pressed against the filthy ground in despair.

Mihart also screamed in pain, but his eyes widened and he saw that the black aura filled the air around him with a trace of it!

His heart moved, and he suddenly remembered something!

This black ribbon-like breath, this sharp sound that rings from the skull, this disgusting malice!

In the duel between Mage Daraniel and Mage Soldak, I have clearly seen it!

Mikhart had a splitting headache, but he forcibly suppressed the terrible pain, and it was useless to cover his ears anyway, so he simply let go and picked up the short sword and shield that had just been thrown on the ground.

One by one, the black ribbons were tangled together, mingling into an erratic shadow.

Looming, real and fake.

Mihart didn't care so much, he raised his short sword high, and when he raised his sword and fell, he cut the malicious shadow in half!

The screams of terror finally came to an abrupt end as the shadows cracked.

Aninotes was the first to struggle to get up from the ground.

In this obscure environment and experience, the little magician's usual calmness has long been thrown out of the clouds, and he stares at the enemy "person" in front of him-

A black aura surrounded its body like a thick smoke, no, it couldn't be said of a body, because it didn't have a physical body to be surrounded by at all.

The black aura gradually spread from the inside out, but it was as if it was bound by some kind of force—it barely maintained the silhouette of a human form.

Aninotes reacted immediately, this is a difficult way to deal with the undead - the wraith!

Wraiths are the souls of the dead who have not rested in the Soul Stone Shrine, their resentment and magical energy have been combined into a half-soul state, so that the samurai's sword cannot do any damage to them at all, except for a samurai who has mastered the power of courage.

The reason why Mishat's shortsword was able to split it in half was mainly because of its main material, silver, which had an innate restraining power against the undead, and secondly, because it absorbed a large number of souls in a short period of time, which long exceeded the quality required to replenish the enchantment.

The overloaded soul attaches to the dagger and is essentially the same substance as the "body" of the wraith, so it can be split in two!

Seeing that Mihat was about to raise his sword to slash again, Aninotes hurriedly said: "Mihat, this is a resentful spirit, if you master the courage, it will be easy to deal with it." ”

"If I had mastered the courage, we wouldn't be so miserable now. Is there any way to deal with it other than courage?" Mihart was furious, this was the second time that he had been "cooked" by a resentful spirit.

"I can't kill it directly with my current strength, but with your help, it's not impossible to expel it!" Aninotes' hand lit up with purple light again, "Please use your sword as fast as you can, and cut it as small as possible!"

The little magician's instructions were clear enough.

Mikhat turned around and handed the dragon bone shield to the little Ai Lisen, who had just recovered behind him, staring at the resentful spirit in front of him who had not attacked for a long time, and holding the "rodent" with both hands.

Do you want to play the sword as fast as I can?

Well, this method is definitely worth a try!

Mihart's right foot took a half-step to the left, and his waist and abdomen twisted to the left, driving his body to the left. At the same time, he clenched the short sword tightly in both hands and slashed horizontally from right to left.

As his body turned backwards, exposing his back unreservedly to the enemy, his left foot quickly took half a step to the left rear, while his waist and body maintained the inertia of rotating to the left, allowing the blade of the dagger to cut around him.

Michardt repeated this action, round and round, and spun faster and faster!

The silver light of "Rodent" weaves a circle of snowy arcs under the illumination of the magic gem, as if there are many silver silk threads wrapping Michat's body, which looks extremely dazzling!

However, these silver silk threads have endless killing intentions lurking!

One by one, the silver silk threads shot in front of the wraith in the blink of an eye, quickly carrying the black aura around it!

When Agnotes saw this, his heart suddenly moved, and he almost applauded!

The tricks used by Mihart were clearly the martial arts used by the five Wind Descendants in the Sleeping Tree Spirit Inn!

Although his spinning speed could not catch up with them, the silver silk thread was much softer than the tornado visible to the naked eye, but just by looking at the opponent's martial arts, he could directly use them in actual combat, and even played such a superb level!

Such a martial arts talent is only higher than his own magic talent!

"Hey, Aninotes, why don't you make a move!" Mihat's voice woke Aninotes from a tremor in his heart.

The little magician blinked, his head quickly calculated, and his palm gently pushed forward!

The black aura that had been cut by the blade of the sword realized the danger, stopped the trend of regrouping, and shot at Aninotes in a daze!

Countless purple flames and countless black ribbons collided fiercely, and the sound of "crackling" explosions was endless!

The purple flame soon burned the black ribbon into short sections, but it still chased after it, trying to devour all the black that was scattered and fled!

Mihart watched the shattered wraith flee away, looked back at Añotes, and smiled with relief.

The eyes of both of them were full of appreciation for each other.

"I can't imagine that a spirit can be banished so easily. Aninotes said lightly.

yes, why doesn't it attack?

When he and the little magician discussed countermeasures, the other party just floated quietly in place and did not launch any attack.

When it reluctantly used the Windspawn's martial arts to attack it, it didn't resist too much, but instinctively repaired its damaged "body".

Mishat was puzzled, and just as he was thinking to himself, a louder noise broke the momentary silence.

The screams of countless ghouls echoed through the passages of the tomb, with the chill of death rushing to their faces.

Arisen's legs trembled and he fell to the ground.

Mihart's face was ugly, for he had already guessed the answer that Aninotes was about to tell:

"Julianos is on top! These undead ghouls, no, all the damned undead, are now enslaved by necromantic magic!"

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