In the distance, the fierce battle continued, and the mage in front of Barrett did not seem to be worried or anxious.

"Help, of course, of course!" said Mage Cyril with a smile, "and we can all see that it will not be easy to take out that big man. He pointed to the zombie dragon behind him, "In my belief in life, I will give my all to every battle. Work closely with your companions, unite everyone, and don't waste any combat power. Everyone, no matter who he is, can participate in the battle as long as he has his own abilities. Hey, little one, what will you do?" he looked at the little ghost behind Barritt.

"Me?" said the little ghost, who was hiding behind the barbarian, revealing half of his small head, timidly, "I will 'shout', Your Excellency the Mage. She was a little scared of the mage on the other side.

"Well, that's good, we'll probably use this, but when we win the battle. Cyril nodded, and said matter-of-factly, "Little one, after we kill that bad dragon in a moment, how about we compete to see who screams louder?" Believe me, I'm good at this too!"

The little ghost laughed and didn't answer.

"Anything else?" the mage asked again.

"I can still protect the big uncle!" said the little ghost proudly, "and protect him from any more damage." ”

"Then you must be a little angel!" Cyril smiled with a smile, "Come here, little angel, don't be shy, I won't hurt your big uncle, so you don't need to protect him behind him." Come, let me see if you have wings!"

"Hee-hee, I don't have wings, and I'm not an angel. The little ghost floated out from behind Barritt and made the mage look at his back.

"You can put a pair of wings on yourself, you know, you can do that, you can ......do whatever you want," Mage Cyril said when he was interrupted by something else - the ghoul, with its metal claws, flew miserably.

The ghoul fell to the ground and rolled in countless circles before slowly stopping. It tried to get up again, but tried twice without success, and seemed to be seriously injured.

"Ophelia, Ophelia!" Mage Cyril turned to the female vampire and shouted, "Dick is injured, don't you see?

"Won't you help?" the female vampire stabbed her rapier into the dragon's head, but the overall length of her weapon was nowhere near as thick as the rotten flesh of the zombie dragon.

"I'm busy!" Cyril pointed to Barrett and the little ghost, "I'm trying to convince these two chance encounters to help us, and if that happens, we'll have another Death Knight and a screaming little ghost join the fight." When we take out the enemy later, we need someone to shout so that there will be a bit of a victory. ”

Alas, we don't need to be persuaded at all, I've already offered to help!" Barrett felt quite helpless about this, but he didn't dare to object to the mage's words, this guy's personality was obviously a little odd.

The female vampire didn't speak again, she turned into a swarm of bats and left the dragon's head and flew towards the ghouls on the ground. The swarm of bats coalesced into human form around the ghoul, and the female vampire bent down and pointed her finger at her injured companion on the ground.

The surging negative energy condensed in her fingertips, and then all poured onto the ghoul's body.

"This is the 'Touch of Darkness'. "For the living, a slight attack like this is likely to kill them, after all, living creatures can't withstand so much negative energy. But for us undead, this skill has a good healing effect. Unfortunately, Ophelia can only heal her teammates through close contact, while I, as a mid-level mage, can support my companions from a long distance! ”

"Then you idiot is using it!" the female vampire finally couldn't help it, and retorted again.

"Hey, you were a noble lady from a famous family when you were alive, how could you say such vulgar words? What's more, we still have children, how bad it is for children to hear!"

The female vampire rolled her eyes helplessly, ignored the mage, and rejoined the battle group with the recovered ghoul.

"How old are you, little one?" Cyril asked the little ghost again.

The little one frowned and looked down to count his fingers.

"No, no, I'm asking you how old you were?" the mage clarified the question.

The little one frowned and counted his fingers down...... After a while, she said in an uncertain tone, "6 years old, maybe 7 years old." ”

Actually 8 years old, Barrett remembers the date of birth and death engraved on the miniature tombstone before it changed shape.

"It would be great if the human kingdoms could invest more in education. The mage shook his head and looked at Barrett again, as if he wanted to say something, but Barrett was preemptively speaking.

"Well, Venerable Mage Cyril, shouldn't we kill that dragon first, and then talk slowly. Barrett smiled with what he thought was "kind."

"Quick, quick, you guy put away that terrible expression, I'm a little scared!" the mage involuntarily took a step back, and waited until Barrett recovered his expression, then he patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, although this zombie dragon is quite famous and the ancient white dragon 'Ladong' was transformed after death, so its physique is extremely high, and its resistance in all aspects is also quite good, but this guy has almost lost all the abilities of the dragon before his death, and he is just a sandbag." ”

Cyril reached out and teased the little ghost, and continued, "The Great Lich 'Kilwinter' created this guy to use as a fortress, a meat shield, and a siege weapon, so it's essentially the same thing as a large war machine. When Kilwinter drove this big guy to attack the 'Eternal Body' with the Nightshade Legion and other undead forces in the Dark Realm, it was not a small effort for the guards at that time. By the way, do you know Kilwinter?" the mage asked.

Barrett shook his head blankly.

"Looks like you should have only been made for a long time. The mage cleared his throat, as if ready to introduce Barritt. But at this moment, an extremely fast flying knife suddenly struck the back of the mage's head.

With a soft "ding" sound, the flying knife was easily blocked by a layer of magic shield and fell to the ground. "Sorry, my hand slipped. The cold voice of the female vampire followed.

"Well, it seems that we'd better kill that zombie dragon first, and then we'll talk to you slowly. The mage's expression suddenly became serious, "Ophelia was angry. He whispered to Barrett.

Did you just find out?

"Very well, let's unite and destroy the enemy together. The mage cocked his feet and patted Barrett on the shoulder with confidence.

"At your command. Barrett bowed his head.

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