The Cloak of Shadow is the biggest hole card for high-level Stalkers who have mastered the use of the power of Shadow against spellcasters, not only can they use Shadow Energy to remove their own spells and spell-like effects, but also can achieve the effect of spell immunity in a short period of time.

After all, in his previous life, he had been in the arenas of all sizes countless times, which was why Lanloth would give up magic attacks in the first place. Of course, while the Cloak of Shadows is a spellcaster's nightmare, it's short-lived, and there's no reason for Lanlos to let the stalker slip out of his hands.

Seeing that the other party was sprinting towards the depths of the alley without looking back, Lanlos immediately applied oil to the soles of his feet, raised his feet and followed.

However, just as he pursued forward, a subtle sound of breaking the air approached at an extremely fast speed, and several throwing knives quickly amplified in his vision.

When, when......

Blocking the door-like greatsword in front of him, Lanlos didn't need to make any extra moves to block the opponent's attack, but such an attack successfully delayed his steps. By the time he put down the Sdomka, the Stalker's figure melted into the night almost completely.

Unfortunately, just almost.

Elunis!

Another shrill sound of shattering glass spread far beneath the night sky, and the Stalker's Cloak of Shadow finally lost its effect before the time and space savings time expired. And as one of the few smart weapons that can act autonomously, it is easy for the enemy to ignore its movement. The Stalker didn't expect that Elunis would sneak up on his side under the cover of illusion and night.

Despite being only half effective as a Frost Nova, he managed to pass the waiver and freeze the Stalker who tried to escape.

At the same time, Lanlos stretched out his index finger again, and the surging magic unleashed a wild hurricane around him, converging rapidly towards the ice sculpture frozen in a comical pose.

Boom!

Once again, the layer of ice that had completely imprisoned the Stalker exploded, but it wasn't broken by Lanloth's spells, nor was it broken by his own brute force.

Watching his target's body turn into wisps of black-purple smoke and crash into the shadows of the ground, Lanlos fell silent for a moment.

Shadow Walk, which allows you to slip into the shadows and move almost instantaneously to another shadow in the radius. Not only can you instantly come behind the enemy to assassinate, but you can also escape at the first time, especially in the dark night, which is full of shadows.

What's more, this is another high-level stalker skill, and this human is really extraordinary.

Lanlos frowned, but he didn't show much loss. His spells didn't fail.

The Six-Ring Spell, an indicator, can give the recipient a command, either explicitly or implicitly, and when the command is accurate and specific, the spell's effect will last until the target completes it. Once you try to disobey, the mental blow is by no means something that ordinary people can bear, and even those in the second shift can't.

What's even more terrifying is that this spell can be completely hidden during the dormant period, not only is it difficult to perceive, but even spell detection is difficult to detect its existence.

As for what exactly Lanlos ordered, hehehehe......

"I don't like your smile. Just as Lanlos was feeling refreshed, a familiar cold voice came into his ears, causing him to turn his head immediately. As expected, it was Teregosa, dressed in full rune armor, and two humans who were carrying up like chickens on the left and right.

The tight-fitting black coat and the unsheathed dagger at their waist prove their identity, and it is the two men who were left behind by the fleeing stalker leader to follow Lanros in the first place, which is why Lanlos left Telegosa behind, but ......

"Dead?" The smile on his face stopped abruptly, and Lanlos hurriedly approached, probing the calm pulse of the two of them, his face full of sluggishness.

"Sorry, the first time I shot at a human. Although her tone was still cold, Terrey expressed her apologies with her actions, bowing slightly towards Lanlos while throwing the two bodies very casually, ......

So why did you bring it here?!

Facing the other party's 'aggrieved' eyes of 'these mortals are too weak', Lan Luos didn't know what to say for a while, he was speechless, he could only sigh softly, and then hurriedly picked up the corpse.

"What are you doing?" Tyret looked puzzled as he looked back at the two mortal corpses as he straightened them up.

Hearing this, Lan Luos pursed his lips and said perfunctorily without looking back: "While it's hot." ”

This sentence is really reminiscent, but unfortunately, Terré does not understand the essence of it, tilting her head slightly, and a rare doubt appears on her delicate face.

On the other hand, Lanlos placed his hands on the corpse's forehead, and the cold magic rose like wisps of green smoke, turning from intangibles to pitch black, and then falling apart from pitch black.

Although the unclean power in Lanloth's possession was well known, it did not mean that they had accepted the dark magic in his body, and seeing the other party use the soul harvest so recklessly, a fleeting look of disgust flashed on Tyre's face, and even took two steps back silently.

Soon, the evil magic in the elven mage's hand dissipated, and Lanlos stood still for a long time without saying a word, before he shook his head and slowly left in the direction he had been coming from.

Unlike Sataire, who has studied the realm of the soul, after death, the soul will gradually disappear under the force majeure of nature, and completely become the nourishment of this world. Occasionally, a caster with strong spiritual abilities can perceive the existence of the world's forces and resist stubbornly for a while, but more often than not, it is the unconscious attachment to the present world, which makes the soul turn into a product of resentment and ghosts due to obsession.

Regardless, these transformations take place within a few minutes of the time of death, and once this period of soul helplessness is exceeded, it is difficult for Lanloth's soul harvest to proceed smoothly.

This is also the reason why most undead creatures resurrected by necromancy have a hard time remembering their experiences. Since he couldn't get more clues from the two corpses, Lanlos wasn't so perverted and continued to spend his time on it.

And Tyre, after seeing the other party leave without looking back, hesitated for a moment, and followed closely with a feeling of disgust.

As for the two bodies, there was no identification to prove that they were residents of Dalaran, and they were dressed in such fancy clothes, that Kenrito's patrol would certainly have dealt with them in the same way that they had dealt with missing homeless people, or unknown criminals who had been killed by vigilantes.

Surprisingly, this seems to have come too quickly......

When Lan Luo and the two disappeared from the end of sight, next to the two increasingly stiff corpses, a strange figure appeared at some point.

The wide black cloak almost blended him with the night, except for the eyes that looked like a wolf seeing food, filled with creepy excitement and excitement.

"Interesting spells. Whispering to himself, the mysterious man slowly crouched down, and I don't know if it was because of the moonlight, or because it was itself, the sickly pale fingers stretched out from the wide cuffs, and kept beating on the corpse's forehead.

Seeing the illusion of black light smoke that was exactly the same as just now, his textured voice raised his voice by half an octave again in surprise: "Shadow? No, this rotten breath...... Hmph, it turned out to be necromancy. ”

Hearing from the voice alone, this person is unexpectedly young, and the emotion in his words is like that of a college freshman who has just entered the scientific research group, and the young man's unique curiosity about new things makes people breathe a sigh of relief.

But, what if the first experiment of this research team was the dissection of two corpses?

————————————

Soon after, somewhere in the wilderness outside the city of Dalaran, the moonlight was obscured by dense woods, rendering the surroundings pitch black.

A dark figure galloped almost panickedly through the bushes, his pace unslowing even though his breathing was rapid and heavy. It wasn't until he made sure that no one was following him that he rested against the thick trunk of a tree next to him.

However, soon, an inexplicable cold aura choked his throat like the claws of a fierce beast, and the sound of exhausting breathing, which had been unscrupulously venting, came to an abrupt end.

"You look embarrassed. Behind him, I don't know when a vague figure began to appear, and to the stalker's breathlessness, a sharp dagger pressed against his spine.

With his intimate knowledge of physiology, he was certain that he would be able to plunge a dagger into the cracks of his vertebrae in an instant, severing the nerves in his torso and permanently paralyzing him.

The second half of his life was in the other party's hands, and the sweat on his forehead quickly became cold because of this: "Big, my lord, it's all to blame on that nosy elf mage, he, he ......"

"So, you've failed. The light and breezy tone of the clouds was like the evening breeze quietly drifting over the trees, unpredictable, but cold and biting.

Hearing this, the sweaty stalker trembled, and his frightened eyes looked extremely desperate against the background of the dim space: "My lord, spare my life!"

There was a short silence, but the person behind him withdrew his blade, and the hoarse middle-aged accent was extremely steady, quite a powerful person who grasped the overall situation: "Don't worry, Hilton, I won't kill you." ”

"Everything was expected. ”

Feeling the sharp sting pain in his spine finally go away, the stalker known as Hilton couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but in his heart there were countless complaints about the other party's words.

Now that we know that we will fail, isn't this using us as cannon fodder?

"You're good at escaping, but until now, the blade is as clean as new. The unknown mysterious man seemed to sense the other party's thoughts, and slowly walked in front of the other party, leaving him with an unfathomable and generous back: "It turns out that with your current ability, you can't join the ranks of Ravenhold. ”

As soon as the words fell, Hilton's eyes widened, and his panicked look couldn't be more obvious: "But, my lord, ......"

"But I have a solution. Without giving the other party a chance to intercede, the mysterious man slowly turned around, and the eyes that seemed to be infused with churning lava showed an irresistible terrifying deterrent, and what was even more surprising was that the pitch-black vertical pupils were like beasts that chose people to devour!

"A way to give you a new lease on life!"

At this moment, Hilton's heart breathed a long sigh of relief, but in addition to relief, for some reason, a sense of unease for unknown reasons lingered in his mind.