In the face of Immorton's question, Swift didn't have any idea of answering, so the ghost would talk to you! Swift's hand secretly crushed a string of bone beads, and his figure suddenly turned into a cloud of black mist, and quickly fled towards the way he came. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Completely ignoring his own questioning, he came up and gave himself a resentful attack, and even thought about escaping, although Immorton's temperament was cold, but he was also angry. I saw him slam his right foot on the ground with a bang, and shouted, "Shall I allow you to go?

I saw that a burst of yellow sand suddenly rolled up where Immorton stepped on, and under the sweep of the wind, a large stream of yellow sand chased towards Swift like a wall of sand, and the center of the sand wall several meters high also showed the appearance of Immorton, and the big mouth was also roaring: "Shall I allow you to go?

As he turned into a black mist and fled, Swift glanced back at Immorton who was screaming angrily behind him, and this sight almost made him not maintain the black fog. I saw a huge yellow sand constantly chasing after his black mist, and as time went by, the momentum of the yellow sand continued to grow, and his own black mist was as small as an ant under the sweep of the yellow sand.

"My god of the dead is above, is this still a mortal trick? Who the hell is that?" If time could be turned back, Swift swore to God that he would never go to that goblin colony again.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world, and the god of time will not favor a non-believer necromancer. Seeing that the yellow sand was getting closer and closer under the sweep of the wind, the bald face in the yellow sand had opened its big mouth to himself, as if he wanted to devour himself in the yellow sand. Swift was so shocked that he was out of his body, and he couldn't care about it, so he hurriedly threw out the life-saving means at the bottom of the box in his hand.

A swarthy blade was left behind the black mist, and after the blade hit the ground, a puff of black smoke rose up, and a magic six-pointed star summoning circle also appeared on the ground, and with a soul-shaking horse neighing, a headless horseman holding a long knife and riding a bone war horse appeared in the circle.

Comparable to a summoning death knight of fifth-order magic, this is something that the necromancer Swift has spent years of hard work and risked his soul to get from an ancient tomb. Even when he was judging Bishop Gracescot against his century-old enemy, he was not willing to use it, but now he was wasting it on an inexplicable person, even if it turned into black mist, Swift's face couldn't help but twitch.

However, Immorton who was swept by the yellow sand didn't care about any death knight, the wind carried the yellow sand and whistled over the death knight's body, allowing the death knight to wield his blade in vain but could only slash the wind and sand in vain, and he couldn't attack Immorton's body at all.

In the frenzied wind and sand, the black death qi that had been rising from the armor of the Death Knight was constantly extracted, and a large amount of yellow sand struck its armor at an extremely fast speed, and each grain of yellow sand hit caused the Death Knight's soul fire to shake.

The first thing that couldn't be supported was the skeleton war horse under its crotch, under the impact of the wind and sand, the soul fire in the eyes of the skeleton war horse quickly dimmed and dissipated, and then suddenly collapsed into a pile of broken bones floating in the wind.

The soul fire in the eyes of the Death Knight who fell from the horse became weaker and weaker, and finally when the wind and sand were about to sweep through, the two soul fires were suddenly extinguished, and the originally tight full-body armor disintegrated as if it had lost support, and wisps of ashes dissipated with the wind from the armor parts.

The loss of a hard-won death knight, who was completely unable to slow down the enemy by half a step, made Swift almost go into madness. In the midst of incomparably heartache, he once again crushed a scroll with black goat skull patterns, and a dark red light came out of the black mist of his incarnation, and with the blessing of this scroll that stimulated potential, the flight speed of the black mist suddenly increased to an incredible level, quickly distancing itself from the yellow sand.

The Black Mist's quick escape didn't make Immorton change, he had already locked on to the necromancer's aura, and he wasn't worried that he would escape his tracking.

Swift didn't run away aimlessly, he fled to the agreed location with Dark Mage Joe from the beginning, and although he didn't think that Dark Mage Joe would be a match for this eccentric bald man, he was at least able to hold back the opponent's movements so that he could get out.

That's right, Swift just wants to use his old friends for many years to drag Immorton down, don't expect a necromancer to have any feelings of friendship, righteousness and the like, they only believe in the undead under their hands, and others are not taken seriously by them at all. But this is just Swift's own point of view, but he didn't think of how his old friend Joe would react.

In fact, on the top of an unknown hill outside Pritz City, the dark mage who was presiding over the 'Dark Skycanopy' magic array looked anxiously in the direction of Pritz City many times, too much time had passed, and according to the predetermined plan, whether it succeeded or not, Swift should have escaped from Pritz City a long time ago.

His face became more and more gloomy, and the dark mage finally couldn't help but stop his magic output, and gave up maintaining the war circle under him, after all, this kind of large magic circle was too burdensome and consuming for him, and the unplanned maintenance was worth the loss. Just as Joe ordered his apprentices to prepare to evacuate, he faintly saw a frightening and strange sight in the distance before the fog had lifted.

A wall of sand and dust swept in from afar, and there was a hideous human face in the yellow sand, and in front of the wall of sand and dust were necromancers desperately fleeing.

"Bastard!Swift is an idiot!Has the maggots of hell eaten up all the brains??has provoked such a powerful enemy!" The dark mage Joe was shocked to see this, and cursed his pig teammates repeatedly.

Judging from the momentum set off by the enemy, it is far from being able to deal with it by himself, and I am afraid that even the rebirth of those fifth-level great magicians in the Lorraine Kingdom may not be able to create such a scene.

As a veteran member of the Dark Sect, able to survive many battles of light and darkness, the dark mage Qiao was so deep that he saw that the situation was not good, and he turned around and ran away, and he didn't wait for Swift to arrive, so he hurriedly took his apprentice to activate the transfer circle that had been arranged a long time ago, and disappeared in a dark faint light.

Swift, who had rushed to this side with all his might, and was already approaching the hill, watched the dark mage disappear into the transfer circle, and shouted in despair, "No! Joe! you can't leave me! Damn!"