"Your Majesty Jeff!"

In the hall, the halfling paladin Virby, the elven silver moon walker Anna and the druithiol, the dwarven shield defender Wolfgar, and the weapon master Taklin, five foreign legends who took the initiative to participate in the reconquest of Latse, looked at the dwarven warrior monks who dissolved into the golden light on the big screen, and shouted one after another.

Tackerin, a legendary dwarf from the Molten Castle, is a descendant of Jeff, the epic warrior monk recorded in the history books of the Devariel tribe.

The stout Taklin burst into tears, and even the staff from Earth in the hall couldn't help but feel sorry.

It was a great being who could shock the undead and suppress evil creatures just by sitting, and it was rumored that he had attained eternal life!

If eternal life is just a conjecture of all people, then it is for everyone to see that he sits there so that the undead spellcaster does not dare to rush even a little.

What kind of powerful power that undead spirit has, everyone already knows through the screen that it is such a strong person, and they dare not provoke it in the slightest.

Now, he had given up his life, and in just a moment he had dissolved into the brilliant golden glow, without any nostalgia.

"What is he going to do!" Welby was stunned by the movements of the undead spellcaster, obviously, he had understood the purpose of the undead spellcaster, and only shouted out with anger in his chest.

"Agareth! it must be him, madman, villain!" the elf Anna's ears twitched, and her whole face was covered with red glow.

"Let's go, Jeff, the seal must not be left unguarded!" Wufgar's armor clanged with his movements, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

At this time, Beo's efforts were easily defused by Agares, and the whole person fell straight down.

"That's ...... Beo of the White Mistletoe!" the elven druid recognized the halfling.

The holy warrior on the side was full of worry: "It's him, he went there with Hui Diamond!"

"Let's go, let's go!" said Wufgar, stepping away.

At this time, Han Huan spoke: "Everyone, don't be impatient, the nearby arcane coordinates will be calculated immediately." ”

Hearing this, Wufuga immediately turned around: "Teleport! Then wait a minute." ”

As the voice fell, I saw another change in the field.

Having lost an arm, Agareth continued to emit a blue and black mist from the broken shoulder, and then it flowed like a gurgling stream, flowing into the golden light.

The undead suddenly showed a panicked look, it seemed that he was not familiar with this body yet, and his facial changes were very drastic.

On the big screen, the undead moved constantly, and various spells flashed one after another, but none of these could stop the loss of blue and black mist.

"Shhh...... Five!" Druitheor silently counted the number of spells used by the undead, and when the undead finally stopped, he gasped: "There is no less than legendary!"

The undead cast five arcane spells of the legendary rank or above in no more than five minutes, and each took about two rounds on average, I don't know whether to lament the large number of legendary spell slots, or the slow speed of his spell casting, or maybe he didn't rely on spell slots to cast spells, and it is unknown.

However, the undead did not give up the struggle, he continued to cast spells, but the spell level was repeatedly reduced, from level nine to level four, and the time taken to cast spells became longer and longer, until the final blue and black mist flowed out of the broken shoulder, and the spellcasting gesture that was still struggling and dancing came to an abrupt end.

As the blue-black mist was completely assimilated by the golden light, the gap in the space that covered the Death Demon's Eye completely closed.

In the blink of an eye, the golden light disappeared, the spatial gap disappeared, the air in the distance was squeezed and filled here, and the wind swept everything in an instant.

The corpses of the undead were flattened against the mountain wall by the wind, and a terrifying black patch appeared there, while the smaller pieces of wreckage disappeared with the wind.

"It has to be Agares. Sior let out a long sigh and said with a slight sigh: "This kind of ability to easily change the body can only be done by witches. ”

Han Huan is not an academic expert, and he can't help in computing, so he accompanied these "friendly experts" who came to pay attention to the situation on the front line.

Listening to the words of the elf druid, the other legends were nodding, Han Huan was a little curious, and asked, "What is a witch spirit?

Agareth changed his body twice, except for the first appearance of the tall-nosed and deep-eyed Central European race, and the next two bodies resembled the yellow race of East Asia.

The Silver Moon Walker was a woman, she looked at Han Huan and wanted to open her mouth several times, but she never made a sound.

The two dwarves are a little unconfident, they are not spellcasters after all, and even if they have some spell-like abilities after the legend, it is impossible to compare with the real spellcasters in terms of knowledge.

The halfling paladin apologized with a look of shame: "I'm sorry, I'm late......"

Sior watched Han Huan's expression gradually change from curiosity to solemnity, and said apologetically, "Maybe you guessed." Those people are most likely the victims of the city you are attacking. ”

"Agareth is the most famous of the undead in the past three hundred years, he was originally a lich, but he was not satisfied with the many restrictions of the lich, and studied in the underworld for a long time, transforming himself into the 'witch' he called himself. ”

The elven druid continued to explain to Han Huan: "The Witch Spirit is a race with only one member, and that is Agares. ”

"After he became an epic, he once stole out of the underworld, and you must know that the godhead of His Majesty Jerkor restricts the entry and exit of legendary beings from the underworld. "About the underworld and the god of death, Han Huan knows about it for the first time, but this is not the right time to interrupt the druid.

"He was under the crown of Inya, who had challenged our elves on the main physical plane, and when we had the protection of the Lord God, Agareth was repulsed. "Inia is an epic priest of the elven race, with a deep divine grace, and it should be easy to defeat other spellcasters of the same rank under the gaze of the gods.

Later, it is said that he searched for the corpses of the old gods in the astral plane, and wanted to find a way to exalt the gods. "The astral plane, the ancient gods, and even the "Exalted Constellation" are all new information.

"In fact, Agareth is indeed a great spellcaster, and His Majesty Inia himself has warned us to avoid him when encountering him, even if it is the master of epics. ”

"However, his greatest reputation in the multiverse is 'horror'! Wherever Agareth goes, the extinction of living beings, not even the undead, is not among the pardons. This time, it was very surprising that he appeared with such a large number of undead subordinates, which is why we didn't suspect him in the first place. ”

The elven druid said this, as if it had taken a great deal of effort, and the tips of both ears were slightly bent.

Han Huan's eyes were already full of tears, he looked at the wind blowing quickly on the big screen, and couldn't help but close his eyes: "He's just for ...... For how many bodies?"

"His goal, I guess, is the Eye of Death, who dares to study the gods, and who dares to study the evil. Your city, most likely, was just bad luck, and the killing of Agareth never needed a cause. ”