Ai Mei is fighting with the magicians of the three Castle of Radiance. She was surrounded by a transparent curtain of water, and although it seemed weak, the three mage's fire orbs and lightning strikes on it were undamaged, and the religious ritual could not break through the shield, and she swung a cold arrow and smashed the head of one of the mages into smashing ice slag to the ground.

The elemental magic of the Tower of Teeth is still pure and powerful, as a personal disciple of the water magic master, her magic is far from being matched by ordinary magicians, and the remaining two magicians originally did not have the slightest fighting spirit, and fled with the flow of people surrounded by the surrounding swordsmen.

Ai Mei waved her hand in the water curtain, muttering silently and then waving at the fleeing magician, and the grand elemental fluctuations characteristic of high-level spells burst forth.

A scream resounded around the magician, and the water in the air instantly condensed into a huge ring of ice spikes centered on him, and the formation of this ring was not hindered by ** at all, but because there was more water in the body, it condensed bigger and faster. As soon as the ice ring was formed, it cracked, and more than a dozen swordsmen around the mage also shattered and scattered their flesh and blood. The two magicians in the center were unharmed, but they were still in shock, and a cold air condensed into a huge ice spike on the third top of their heads, smashing their heads to pieces.

Ai Yimei, who continued to emit magic, did not stop in the slightest, out of instinct. She immediately sensed Asa, the strongest and most vital person around, and she immediately turned to look at him.

Her already fair and delicate girl's skin is now even whiter and transparent, and she can even see the muscle fibers and bone outlines below, and all the blood in Zhongran's body has been drained away by the soul eater along with the life force, but it has not shriveled up, and there are other more powerful things to support it. He turned his head to look at Asa. The eyes in the eye sockets were no longer the big watery eyes, but two burning fires of necromancy.

This smart and delicate little girl is now a corpse witch. Dozens of ugly and terrifying zombies and myelin skulls swarmed her in the middle, and she looked like a flower of the dead blooming in a carrion.

She's just a teenager, so to speak, just a little girl. To save Asa. She made a deal with two necromancers alone, and she ran around with the consciousness of death, mediating left and right, even the most seasoned warriors and the most daring adventurers did not necessarily have the ability to reach the land, but she did it. The battle of this glorious castle can be said to have started from her efforts. And in the end, in the surging tide of enemies, no one even noticed how she was swept up and killed by Inha's magic, and died silently, unconsciously, as inconspicuous as a cry of dust.

Asa was in pain, the extreme heartache turned out to be a kind of numb trance, and he didn't even notice that the cold water vapor was condensing on the top of his head, until the cold spread to his face and turned all the liquid in his body into spikes, and the skin and flesh were broken and pricked, and he also spread to the eyes and skull, he reacted instinctively, and his cloak.

There was a crunch. The fighting spirit bounced off the ice on his face along with the cold air around him, and half of his face flew out together. Finally, the cold air did not envelop the eyes, and the eyeballs did not fly out together.

Ai Yimei's gesture continued, and the ice spikes formed by the cold beggar appeared one after another around Asa's body and stabbed at him. The body of the corpse witch is indeed more suitable for the flow and condensation of magic than the body of a human, and the breath of the dark star is cold in space, which will give all undead infinite power.

The flow of fleeing people around has not stopped, and no one has paid attention to this place, the battle here is only an inconspicuous small ripple in the entire battlefield, and the people have been pulled to the very end by the flow of fleeing people. All orcs and humans are fleeing for their lives, more and more undead monsters are constantly devouring them and tearing them apart, and then the boundless dark aura turns them into undead. There were screams everywhere, explosions, flesh flying, and more bones and carrion.

After hiding two or three times, Asa stopped dodging, for he knew that there was no point in dodging any longer, and he opened his hand with the numb pain, and a huge fireball of heat formed in his hand, and rushed towards Aimei with a roar of rage.

The Ice God Corruption that Ai Yimei had just sent out was silently devoured in front of this fireball, and the fire was blazing in the sky, and the water curtain that could easily resist the magic of others could only show the same fragility as the surface in front of this fire ball, and the zombie skeleton guards around Ai Yimei were shattered and engulfed in flames. Although the spell is crude, in terms of pure magical destructive power, Asa is indeed not comparable to ordinary magic.

After the explosion, Ai Yimei was the only one left stumbling to stand, although she was still preparing a spell in her hand, but Asa had rushed in front of her, and her hand was already in front of her. In the blink of an eye, though, she would be a sky full of necromantic fire, burning still.

With a pain in his heart, the magic power in Asa's hand was about to vomit out, when suddenly a loud shout with a sharp breaking wind hit from the side. "Stop. ”

Asa flashed the sword to the side, and when he looked sideways, it was Talis, and not far away a group of swordsmen and priests were rushing towards it. , it seems that she is leading this team of people to break off.

"What are you doing?" Talis shouted at Asa, but as soon as she spoke, an ice arrow struck her in the chest, freezing her to the ground covered in ice even though she couldn't pass through the Radiant Armor. When she looked back and saw the fire of necromancy burning in Aimeh's merger, she understood what was going on. Her eyes were full of horror, and she muttered to herself, "How can this be?"

Asa didn't argue with her, and got up and rushed to Aimei. Except for those top old monsters, the others, whether they are corpse witches or magicians, as long as there are no close guards, they are almost a target to him at this distance.

"Wait. You stop. The sword in Talis's hand flew to stop Asa for a moment, and then rushed up and dragged him down. Her voice and expression were so hysterical that Asa even wondered if she was crazy, "How can this be.......? Don't hurt her, there must be a way to think about it, there must be a way......

"Fuck off. Savon endured a punch that knocked Talis on the head and kicked it away with an impulsive kick as a huge piece of ice from Ayimeh flew past their scalps.

"You have stopped him and saved the little girl. Talis shouted to the swordsmen and priests who followed.

But the swordsmen could also see the flame in the little girl's eyes. At least half of their companions had fallen at the hands of this magician-transformed corpse witch. In such a situation, even the most loyal subordinates probably would not carry out the orders of this monster man who went to save the next undead, not to mention that they knew that they were no match for that person.

"Wake up, Lord Talis, that little girl is dead. It's just a corpse, and the transformed monster is no longer human, so it's impossible not to save it. "2 The swordsmen were not benzene, and could see the reason for the insanity of the knight of Taris. "Let's run. After the break in this direction, it can only be done to this point. “

The ground is shaking. A huge skeleton monster rumbled and jumped over and landed at the last of the ground, and a team of swordsmen came from the drummer. This is a monster that resembles a crocodile, but is several times larger than a dragon, and every time you trample under the feet of the huge skeleton, the swordsman monster screams that the flesh and blood fly in the sky, and it is as powerless as an ant.

Ai Yimei suddenly turned her head to look at the huge spear frame Zhuang Xiang, and the fire of death in her eyes was salty. The gamon crumble suddenly flickered, and the fire of death in his eyes flickered, ignoring the other remaining swordsmen and priests who were still under his feet. Although it didn't make any sound, it had already made a strong connection with Aiyime.

Asa ignored it. Buried his head and rushed to Aiyime.

"Aiyime is here for you, to save you. She's all because of you...... I beg you to save her. Talis's voice was full of tears, and she didn't know why she didn't dare to step forward.

"Do you think I don't know? Do you think I'm not sad?" Asa turned his head and roared at Talis, his voice being hoarse in the middle of it, and even his vocal cords were torn by the force he had exerted. Although he couldn't see his eyes, he knew that it must be so red that it dripped, boiling so hot that it burned her blood.

Turning his head to meet the cold air from Aiyime, Asa did not dodge but blocked with his hand, and at the same time placed his other hand on Aiyime's forehead. The delicate but cold feeling of the skin and the sharp pain of the huge ice spike suddenly forming in the arm, and then breaking through the flesh thorn at the same time, it was difficult to distinguish each other, and then the torrent of fire mana surged, and Ai Yimei's petite body turned to ashes in the flames.

Neither Asa nor Talis moved again. He didn't speak again, just looked at the dust that had disappeared and fallen to the ground. It's just that the eyes of the two are different, one is the sorrow that has been so thick and heavy that it will never be dissolved in the bottom of the heart, and the other is the grief and frenzy in the dazed despair.

No matter how sad it is, no matter how sad it is, what is irretrievable is irreparable. The world doesn't change what has happened because of anyone's sadness, so the only thing that can be done is what can be done.

True strength is to meet grief and bear grief, not to try to redeem the grief or to immerse yourself in grief.

The two of them didn't move, but the subordinates around Talis didn't move, a few swordsmen stepped forward to set up Talis and turned to run, and a few priests tried to chant incantations, casting white magic at the huge skeleton monsters that had already walked in front of them.

It wasn't until I got closer that I could tell how huge the monster was, and even if it was so horizontal, it was taller than the gigantic Behemoth of Beamon. The monster ignored the light arrows shot at him by several priests, the power of white magic in the area shrouded in the dark aura was already pitifully low, and the light arrow technique that specialized in disintegrating the undead monster was almost as useful as lighting, and it raised the soles of its skeleton stained with blood and flesh and stepped towards Asa.

The ground shook as if it had been hit by a meteor, and the priests and swordsmen all fell to the ground, and Asa had already jumped into the air, and a fireball several times larger than his body had rushed into the giant mouth of the skeleton monster. Bone fragments and flames splattered with a loud bang, and half of the skeleton monster's head was shattered, and the rest were all cracks.

A strange and strange roar was heard far and wide in the chaotic battlefield.

Undead monsters don't roar, roaring is Asa. He was falling on the rest of the monster's head, and the fighting spirit of his whole body was dazzling. He ignored the blood gushing out of his throat because of the tearing of his vocal cords, he was not here to fight, but just to give vent, all his strength was gathered and accumulated, unrestrained and bursting out, with all the anger and sorrow thrown at the crack of this strange skull.

Proportionally, it's about the same as a fly hitting a crocodile's head. But this huge skeleton was like a porcelain black society man with a fragile face, and it suddenly collapsed into countless huge skull fragments scattered down.

Asa, among the countless fragments of bones larger than the others, also fell to the ground. This blow didn't actually hit the monster itself, but the source of the necromantic fire in it. He didn't even glance at the hill-like corpse, and without saying a word, she turned and swept towards the outside of the Radiant City. The swordsmen and priests also came up, pulling Tarishu and fleeing in a hurry.

Beyond the walls of Radiant City, on the Plains of Winter Leicester, the people and orcs who escaped from the Radiant City Crab scattered without looking back under the leadership of their respective leaders. Only a few are still looking back.

The glorious church headquarters of the Beast Sutra, the City of Faith is now completely submerged in the black necromantic mist, the dry and cold sound of the actions of countless undead monsters and the sound of building destruction are mixed together, and it sounds like a strange sound that makes people feel creepy from afar, and occasionally the bodies of several huge skeleton monsters can be seen looming in the middle.

"Let people intercept the reinforcements from all the countries that come here, so that they all go back and don't use here. And those orcs don't bother with them, now is not the time to worry about this, everyone get out of here as soon as possible......"

The Pope's voice was dry, and in those young eyes was the light that had aged hundreds of years. He and Lancelot watched the crumbling castle of light and silence together, but neither showed much fluctuation, because they knew that this was just a small overture.