"Arnold is alright!" Lydia's face turned snow-white, and magic began to gather in her hands, and the water droplets on the ground froze. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's okay, get ready to fight. ”

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky, and two steel claws grabbed his shoulders and lifted him upwards suddenly.

His grandmother's is endless.

Arnold cursed in his heart.

Arnold felt a huge force penetrate his limbs, like two iron cables that made him unable to move, and he immediately reacted that this was an absolute difference in strength, and this power was at least four energy levels or more. He was horrified, and the experience of several battles immediately made him realize what it was - an elite gargoyle.

Unexpectedly, among the undead winged beasts, there were also elite gargoyles.

The Elite Gargoyle is a wizard's masterpiece, with a hard body, a monster with sharp claws, and an ordinary undead winged beast that has become a gentle baby compared to it.

Before Arnold could finish his thoughts, he felt himself soar into the air, a misty sensation - he felt himself fly some distance and then hit his back hard against the cold wall. The bones in his body groaned as if they were breaking apart.

He got up and shook his head, and saw Lydia being entangled and boiled by two undead winged beasts, and the gargoyle had chased after him like a ghost.

Is there still a chance?

The hideous-looking gargoyle stood nearly two meters tall when it stood, and its demon-like wings were more than five meters tall even if they were half-retracted, and it flew into almost the entire street, and the violent air currents swept across his face, and Arnold breathed as soon as he realized that he had no room to evade at all.

He immediately raised his right hand and shouted with all his might, "April Lotus!"

A beep -

The narrow air swelled forward and let out a scream, bang, bang, bang, and the street lamp standing on the ground from near to far exploded with a bang—the swirling white sword qi hit the winged beast head-on, and the knife-like air flow hit the surface of the monster's iron, scattering and crumbling, but the gargoyle also half of its body folded backwards, flying back like a kite with a broken string.

In the distance, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and smoke and dust flew in the corridor.

Arnold coughed in the smoke, grabbed his sword, and rushed forward. The experience of the battle had taught him that elite gargoyles were not so easy to solve.

Sure enough, behind the smoke and dust, he found the badly wounded gargoyle, half of its wings completely shattered, and from it flowed a new blue liquid that flowed into the ground in a string of bright threads. The monster opened its mouth and let out a series of screams at Arnold, its other paw hanging limply, apparently wounded.

Take advantage of its illness and kill it!

Arnold didn't think about it, he stepped forward and raised his sword with both arms, and slashed with all the strength of his body, and the first sword slashed at the monster's chest with a bang, and the opponent was caught off guard and took a step back.

The second sword followed the first, but the gargoyle who reacted spread its wings and surrounded itself, and the long sword pulled a bright spark on the surface of the wing, which was as hard as iron.

After exhausting all his strength, Arnold only felt that all the wounds on his body were about to burst open. But he wasn't discouraged, his previous attack was meant to force the gargoyle into a defensive state - and this was the chance Arnold was going to take advantage of to get around the monster.

But the gargoyle screamed, and the power of the four energy levels was like a mountain and a sea of wings. Arnold's sword flew out of his hand - the eagle sword slammed into the wall and landed far on the other side of the road.

And he himself was thrown against the wall on the other side, and he snorted, and his whole body almost fell apart. The only thing left to stay awake was the mind: Arnold suddenly realized that something else was needed to deal with the monster.

The thought cleared his mind like a tranquilizer and made him understand what he was supposed to do. He shouted to regain his strength, and struggled to his feet with the sharp pain that seemed to be torn apart, and ran wildly in the direction of Lydia.

"Lydia, some frost!" Arnold kept running, regardless of whether Lydia heard it or not, as he took out the spare greatsword from the ring.