Potter ran desperately in the jungle.

His armor had been discarded to lighten his load, and his coat had been hung into rags by branches and thorns.

His body, face, was covered in mud and blood. His hair, soaked with sweat, clung to his scalp.

Whew, whew.

Potter's steps faltered slightly. His chest heaved violently. Every breath of air that I breathe into my lungs becomes hot.

He walked through the trees, glancing behind him in a panic from time to time.

Although the field of vision is empty. But he knew that there was a man behind him. Like a grim reaper, he waits for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow to himself.

Potter had noticed something was wrong ten minutes earlier.

First, he noticed that the Solan knight team suddenly increased its speed, almost in a straight line in the direction where Tielun was, and stopped by a waterfall, as if it was arranging something.

Second, Potter found that his own harassment attacks on the enemy were becoming less and less intense. And the scouts, who used to communicate with each other from time to time with pigeon whistles, lost their news one by one.

They fell silent in the silence of the forest. It's like someone buried them in a grave.

This feeling made Potter creepy. He relied on his memory of the distribution of his subordinates and began to search.

However, all he found was a corpse.

And when he saw that the strongest Scar under his command was nailed to a big tree by several arrows, his round eyes still had shock and fear. Without hesitation, he began to flee.

At that time, he was not entirely aware of the other party's plan, but the sense of smell of an old falcon had already made him understand that he had fallen into a trap. And it was a fatal mistake to let Tie Lun come back and eat these Solan knights before.

He had to warn Tie Lun.

Potter didn't try to find the hunter, nor did he try to contact anyone else. Rather, it ran silently all the way.

But just like that, when he ran less than three kilometers, he was still targeted by the mysterious hunter.

No matter what way he used, he couldn't get rid of this man.

And as long as he stops for a moment, there will be an arrow. Walk through the dense foliage. Straight to his point. Head, throat, heart and even lower genital...... The opponent's archery skills are extremely superb. With each arrow, Potter had to do everything in his power to dodge it.

Potter could only keep running. Hope with their own speed. Endurance and experience. Drag your opponent down.

As he rolled down a steep slope full of fallen leaves and mud, Potter stopped.

Ahead is a wetland rich in aquatic plants. It is in the shade of the mountain, and it looks unusually dark. If in normal times. Potter will definitely get around it. Because he knew that this kind of place was a paradise for swamps, plagues, viruses, all kinds of poisonous insects, and even ghosts.

But now...... Potter's eyes flashed with joy, and he took out a piece of bone like white jade in his arms, looked at it, and ran forward quickly.

After a while, a figure flew like a meteor, and Roy had already appeared where Potter had just stayed.

He scrutinized the ground and set his eyes on the dark wooded wetlands.

Potter was the last target he hunted, and the hardest one.

This is an old falcon. He is cautious, shrewd, experienced and skilled in concealment, anti-tracking and trap-setting.

While Roy was hunting another scout, Potter had already sensed that something was wrong and began to flee. By the time Roy killed the scout and searched for Potter, he was already two kilometers away.

If it weren't for the fact that Potter was still within range of the Eye of the Dead, Roy would have almost lost his whereabouts.

In the pursuit, Roy dismantled at least three traps and spotted Potter's five false turns.

However, it also took a lot of his time.

Sure that Potter had entered the wetlands in the woods, Roy quickly followed.

After walking thirty meters, the ground has become more and more slippery. The water on the ground was up to the ankles. The water is full of mud.

Just as Roy was about to step over a tuft of grass, suddenly, he fell violently.

A faint green phosphorus fire flashed above his head. If it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have become a charred corpse in no time if he was concentrated by this phosphorus fire. The phosphorus fire will directly scorch his soul and spread the toxins of death throughout his body.

However, the crisis has not been resolved. Phosphorus fire falls in shallow water at your feet. With a bang, it was like falling into the oil and spreading violently.

The dark jungle was lit up by this miserable green flame.

Roy rolled around, got up and was about to run to the side, but at this moment, with a ghostly whimper, three black smoke swirls appeared on the ground in a zigzag shape, and in the next second, three white skeleton soldiers stepped out at the same time.

The three skeleton soldiers, who happened to block Roy's way, slashed at him at the same time with bone knives in their hands.

The danger that was so close at hand made Roy's scalp tingle. And what shocked him was that whether it was the phosphorus fire before or the appearance of these skeleton soldiers, he didn't even notice it in the slightest.

You know, he's a true necromancer!

Although Roy rarely used necromancy, he had never stopped studying and practicing the necromancy in Austin's Magic Notes these days.

Especially in desperate situations, necromancy is the means by which he, Malt, and Oliver can survive. I don't know how many times, he relied on the bone spear, bone wall, skeleton soldier and blood corpse manipulation hall to get rid of the pursuit of the demonic beast.

And he never expected that he, who had obtained the true biography of Prince Austin of Terror, would not even notice the undead aura before the three skeleton soldiers appeared.

Not only that, but his Elemental Eye didn't even see the gathering of the Blood Elemental and the Blood Elemental Magic Array before the undead magic was released!

Naferi Scout Potter, turned out to be a necromancer?

The thought flashed through Roy's mind. He immediately denied it. If the other party is a mage, it is impossible for him not to detect a trace of magic in the other party's body.

He must have used some kind of secret weapon!

However, now was not the time to think about these things, and Roy flashed in shape, and with a light wind step under his feet, he was ready to pass through the gap between the skeleton soldiers.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with the thorn vines between the three skeletons. Not only did he notice that the thorns' sharp, tiny barbs were a little blackened. At the same time, he also smelled a hint of mint leaves.

Before he could come to his senses, aside. A sharp sword was already like lightning. Pierce yourself in your vest!

Serial Traps!

Roy was creepy.

The mint leaf smell in the thorns comes from a venom called Nether Flower. Sprinkle venom into a dense network of thorn vines to create a natural trap.

All it takes is a barb to cut through the skin, even if it's just a tiny wound. are enough to kill.

In fact. In the trap that Roy has set for Tieron. There is also a trap of the same. It's just that he uses the venom of another demonized plant called the Song of the Siren. Not lethal, but has a strong hallucinogenic effect.

And around this thorn vine as the center. Porter calculates every step to the extreme.

When Roy passed by, he first attacked with phosphorus fire, forcing Roy to subconsciously take refuge on slightly higher ground.

Subsequently, the appearance of the three skeleton soldiers blocked Roy's other paths. Only between the three skeletons, there was a small gap. If Roy had rushed straight through the gap, he would have stepped into the trap of the Poison Thorn.

Not only that, but Potter himself was hiding from the side and sneaking up. A successful sneak attack is naturally the best, and if the sneak attack is not successful, he will further force Roy into the direction of the thorn vine.

Roy instantly figured out the other party's arrangement.

I have to say that Potter is indeed an experienced old falcon. This trap makes full use of the terrain and takes into account the opponent's reactions. If it were someone else, it would have been a dead end.

However, Potter didn't know Roy.

For Roy, this seemingly seamless trap has two huge holes.

In the blink of an eye, Potter's sword and skeleton soldier's bone knife were in front of him. Roy didn't choose to slip through the gap between the skeletons. Instead, he kicked his feet, changed his light wind step to a floating step, and his body soared into the air like a big bird.

This was indeed a surprise to Potter.

However, instead of panicking, Potter's face showed a sinister smile.

He didn't know if the brunette had seen through his trap, but it didn't matter anymore. You know, although he escaped the siege of himself and the three skeleton soldiers by jumping up, there was no borrowing power in the air, and he would fall sooner or later.

At the moment of free fall, even the Great Light Knight could not dodge the deliberate attack below.

Himself and three skeleton soldiers were enough to kill him!

So, the sword in Potter's hand drew a circle, circled behind him, and regained momentum to stab again.

According to his calculations, when his sword was stabbed, it was when the black-haired boy landed. The sword would pierce through his heart without hindrance, then knock it down with great force, pinning him to the ground.

But what Potter didn't expect was that at this moment, Roy stepped on the volley under his feet, and his body was in the air without any support, and he actually took another step higher.

This left Potter's attacking rhythm completely out of control.

Potter, who had already prepared to stab with a sword, hurriedly withdrew his sword and circled again. Transform your attack into another build-up attack.

However, the movements were changeable, and the rapid braking of the battle ring and vindictive spirit made Potter's chest feel like he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he felt sullen for a while.

Damn it!

Potter's hatred for the brunette deepened in his heart. At the same time, the sword momentum in his hand was a little heavier. He made up his mind to prick this kid in the heart when he fell!

But just as his long sword was turned, suddenly, Roy in the air stepped on it again......

Looking at the boy who continued to stay in the air, Potter gritted his teeth, and his forehead was bruised.

What the fuck is going on?

It's the third time!

Bastard, you're going to fall this time!

But the next second, he saw Roy step on it again.

Fourth ...... Fifth ......

It's slow to say. However, this qiē happened in just a few seconds. But for Potter, who has been tossing back and forth between attacking and gaining momentum again and again, these few seconds are as long and devastating as years.

He stared at Roy in the air, feeling that his neck was about to break.

If it weren't for Roy's rise in height getting lower and lower every time he stepped into the air, and the time he spent in the air getting shorter and shorter, he was afraid that he would have turned around and fled long ago. It's better to pass up this opportunity to kill your opponent. I don't want to play with this demonic boy anymore.

When Roy stepped into the air for the sixth time, his form finally began to fall freely unstoppably.

Potter looked hideous and stabbed out with a fierce sword.

He knows. I waited for it. This time. There is no need to hesitate or hold back!

But. Just when Potter saw the long sword in his hand and was about to stab into his opponent's body, suddenly. He saw that the black-haired boy in the air with a confused face gave him a playful smile.

And in the next second, on the young man's back, a pair of fiery red wings of light appeared, flying high with him.

Potter tilted his head, the sword in his hand stabbed into the air, and at the same time, his gaze remained in the air, unfocused.

And it was this brief loss of consciousness that he didn't realize that three miserable white bone knives had slashed into his body from different directions.

Potter screamed!

He lowered his head and looked at the three expressionless skeleton soldiers in disbelief. Watch as they pull the bone knives out of their bodies, and watch them stab at the same time.

Poof! The three bone knives converged in Potter's body again.

Potter's sword fell to the ground, blood pouring out of his mouth. He looked at the finger bone on his left hand, and his eyes gradually dimmed, like a candle in the wind, only swaying slightly, and then completely extinguished.

Until he died, he couldn't understand why the skeleton soldiers he summoned would attack him.

Roy landed.

At his feet, Potter's eyes were still open, and he couldn't bat a glance.

Roy shrugged his shoulders with an innocent expression. I can't blame myself for this, it's really the trap set by this Philip Scout Captain who is too suitable for him. If you don't take advantage of it, you'll be sorry for his careful arrangement.

In fact, the moment he was trapped, Roy could have escaped the other party's siege with the Firewing Spirit Eater Armor.

The reason why he hung Potter with a floating step again and again was just stalling for time.

Skeleton summoning is a low-level spell commonly used by necromancers. Skeletons are summoned from the Netherworld to fight at the behest of their summoners. A powerful necromancer can even summon an army of netherworlds.

However, in battles between necromancers, skeleton summoning is rarely used. The reason is simple. Because a high-level necromancer can erase the soul imprint planted on the skeleton soldier by his opponent and replace it with his own.

Among necromancers, attacking a necromancer with skeleton soldiers has a similar meaning to beating a dog with a meat bun.

Potter never dreamed that Roy would be a necromancer. And he is also a disciple of Austin, Prince of the Terror.

The short time of a few seconds in the air was short, but it was enough for Roy to erase the soul imprint of the three skeleton soldiers and control them.

When Potter was completely focused on himself and frustrated by his repeated evacuations, he did not know that he had fallen into the trap of his own men.

Otherwise, it would not be easy for three skeletons to kill an agile falcon.

Roy leaned down, scraped Potter's body, and threw all the valuable things into his spatial ring.

He was already very familiar with this set.

Enriching oneself from one's enemies was originally a knightly tradition.

At least from that point of view, Kameni definitely can't fault Roy. In other ways, Roy may not meet the requirements of a knight, but in this regard, no one does it better than him.

As a veteran falcon, Potter doesn't have a lot of money, but a lot of good things. In particular, all kinds of poisons, gadgets used to track and set traps, cannot be bought with money.

And what interested Roy the most was naturally the white jade phalanx that he had been holding tightly in the palm of his hand.

Roy flipped his phalanx over and over again.

This phalange, much larger than the finger bones of ordinary humans, is more than ten centimeters long and nearly two centimeters in diameter, although it is only one section. It looks like a jade flute with no holes.

On the phalanges, a set of exquisite and mysterious magic patterns is inscribed. The silky fine magic patterns were entangled, and Roy only looked at it for a moment, and then he felt that his mind was completely drawn into it. Mental power is depleted at a rapid pace.

Forcefully shaking off the influence of the magic pattern, Roy could be sure that the finger bones were engraved with a set of high-level undead summoning circles. If it weren't for some damage, it would not just be a few skeletons that would be summoned by activating the magic pattern!

And more importantly, on this phalange, there is a strong breath of life. It was this breath of life that covered up the blood elemental fluctuations of undead magic.

Roy tried, whether it was releasing the bone spear or summoning the skeleton, and the undead aura that was originally easily detected by people disappeared. The blood element gathered was shrouded in the breath of life, and not even a trace leaked out. Even if someone is standing next to you, it is difficult to detect!

That's a good thing!

Roy tucked his phalanges away. I'm going to ask Austin for advice when I see him.

Discerning his direction, Roy flew towards the location of the waterfall.

The trap has been laid, the tentacles have all been cut off, and now, it is only a matter of waiting for Tie Lun to take the bait...... (To be continued......)