Strictly before Rogre found out that Philip was gathering strength to attack him, but he had classified it as something to be feared by his inferences based on experience and insight, but that did not say that his arrogance had made him a fool to underestimate his enemies.

It is precisely because of his profound knowledge and unusually rich knowledge that he ignores the hidden danger, and I wonder if anyone with common sense would regard an empty bow without arrows as a mortal threat?

But come on, under the magic perception ability of an eighth-order mage, how could anyone use magic elements without knowing it and not be discovered, unless the other party was a saint-level spellcaster who could invoke the domain ability to reconstruct the law to cover up the changes in the magic element, but this possibility was even more absurd.

As for why Birogri is aware of it now, it has to be said that it is a strong man's intuition about danger, but it is still too late.

"What are you doing in that sneaky way!" The first time he raised the staff in his hand to launch a spell, it was obvious that the eighth-order necromancer who had begun to use his true skills was definitely not a vegetarian, only to see a gray death aura quickly condensed at the end of the battle, and in an instant solidified into a clear skull the size of a basin, and then flew quickly in the direction of Philip along the direction of the staff.

No one doubted the power of the attack, which seemed to be made up of smoke alone, and the amplitude of the flight up and down the path caused the skull's open teeth and jaws to sweep the corpses that had fallen to the ground before, and the bones that were still strong even if they were rotting formed a neat gap like tofu had been bitten by a large mouth. Thinking about it again if it was me who hit the skull, it really made people feel sick to their stomachs.

In the face of the approaching attack, Philip seemed to be concentrating on his attack as if he hadn't seen it, not ignoring the effect of the opponent's attack, but now he himself was already in a state of difficulty in riding a tiger.

The 'Soul Ripper' really lived up to the name, and the strength and essence in his body were like small pools of water sucked by a high-powered pump, and now they were almost dry and exposed. And in my mind, except for the lock-on of the target of the attack, all other thoughts have been replaced by pain, like torture from the depths of the soul that almost makes people crazy.

Of course, Xiao Yi would not watch from the sidelines, and once again sacrificed the golden shield that blocked the attack for him before, and the skull that was still menacing just now directly dissolved into a piece of golden light after colliding with it.

"It's not good to disturb other people's things casually!You better wait honestly on the side!" Xiao Yi mocked Birogri, but the necromancer didn't have time to pay attention to it at this time, and just threw one high-level spell after another, because he could clearly feel that the feeling of danger was getting stronger and stronger.

'Phantom Devouring'......

'Venom Burst'......

'Bone Soul'......

'Curse of Chaos'......

'Evil Summoning'......

Birogri is a true eighth-order top mage, one after another high-level necromancy spells are at his fingertips, and the golden shield has a protective effect against physical and magical attacks, but it is by no means an all-powerful invincible barrier, just in a moment, it was impacted into a pile of fragments and dissipated into the air.

But Xiao Yi is also not a character who only relies on one trick to mix the world, a protective magic equipment really can't withstand the bombardment of a high-level mage, but what if it's a bunch? Colorful and colorful protective means are used, although many of them are quickly invalid or even defeated by a move, but the slightly dangerous life protects the people behind them very well, just from the timing of the release of spells (items and equipment for Xiao Yi) and the judgment and interpretation of the characteristics of spells, Xiao Yi is not far behind the opponent who is a top mage, of course, this has been confirmed in the duel with Yuliana, but everyone on the side of the city guard has seen it for the first time, so it feels shocking!

Wesley is a person who has seen big scenes, and secretly thinks that this young man who suddenly appeared must be the alchemist who has been very famous on the front line recently, and it is really a person who cannot be seen! Not to mention whether he can really be relied on by His Majesty and the high-ranking generals of the front-line command camp as rumored, based on his current performance alone, he can be regarded as the number one person, and it is not easy to play calmly under the hands of high-level mages, especially the mysterious and evil necromancers. From a distance away from him, he was palpitating when he saw the momentum of a bunch of spells flying over, although the power contained in the attack was dissolved one by one, but the sound and atmospheric turbulence formed by the escape of magical energy made him beat his mind so that he could hold on to his eyes that subconsciously twitched when he encountered danger, and Xiao Yi, who was only one step away from the attack, had to face how much pressure he had to face at this time? and what kind of ability and self-confidence did he have to be so calm!

As for Duke, he had been asking himself a question repeatedly in his mind from the moment he had just taken the first blow: "What the hell did I eat at that time, and I was so mad that I wanted to touch such a person's moldy head!"

Finally, as Jeff was slammed from the sky and slid back with a flick of the bone dragon's tail, Philip finally stopped charging and released the bowstring in his hand with a low roar that he didn't know whether to vent his pain or his determined momentum.

Then he collapsed as if he had lost his strength, so that his companions behind him could not support him and he fell to the ground, but his previous efforts were fortunately not in vain, because just a few steps in front of him on the eve of his fall, a white light that appeared out of thin air shot out quickly, and after flying only a few steps, it directly split into four slightly thinner white rays and shot at Birogri and the three undead servants he summoned at an even more exaggerated speed.

These targets were not low-level undead like the Skeleton Warrior, and they would never be unresponsive to attacks, but whether it was a swift rollover, the magic shield summoned in front of them, or the skeleton wings crossed in front of them, all of them were in vain.

The white light followed a graceful arc trajectory that hit the target and exited as if it were nothing, leaving no physical damage on the body, but causing a loud roar and wail.

The soul flames flickering in the eyes of the three powerful undead combat units were abruptly extinguished, and their shells were either turned into dust and dissipated with the wind, or turned into piles of bones and armor that fell to the ground, coming and dying as if they had never appeared.

As the initiator, Bi Rogli is naturally more powerful than the summoned minions, but I don't know if it is because of some kind of spiritual connection, the calm posture of quickly reciting the spell in the mouth in the face of the attack was also suddenly interrupted with the demise of the minions, and although the necromancer who was also hit did not dissipate like a dead creature, he let out an unprecedented wail, and fell to his knees with blood in his mouth, unable to move for a long time.

"Did you win!" Just as everyone's minds began to ponder the question, the voice that people didn't want to hear anymore sounded again.

"Hahaha!" "Laughing at the sky with blood foam, he was indescribably terrifying, only to see the land around Birogri turn black and dry at a speed visible to the naked eye, and continue to expand outward.

(End of chapter)