Under the siege and interception of seven people led by Mitter, Ronald felt that the pressure on his body became heavier. He didn't dare to make a provocative speech again, but pursed his lips tightly and delayed the battle time by constantly running.

Da-da-da.

The sound of hurried footsteps resounded on the stone brick floor.

Ding, ding.

The sound of weapons clashing also erupted from time to time.

Under the urgent pursuit of the enemy, Ronald did not dodge the shadow of the sword behind him several times. Despite being at a disadvantage, Ronald did not blindly run away, and he glanced back from time to time, trying to take the opportunity to give a sword to the enemy who was pursuing him.

However, these knights also cooperated very closely with each other, and Ronald, who ran around the well, did not find any opportunity to counterattack. On the contrary, because of the frequent looking back, he almost fell into the encirclement of the enemy.

Shh

Ronald cursed in his heart, so he had to hide the idea of counterattack in his heart, and only cared about hiding everywhere to prevent himself from falling into the enemy's circle.

Seeing that Ronald's situation was a little embarrassed, the mage was also a little anxious, and he burst out a red light, summoning the corpses on the ground into zombies again, and trying his best to control them to stand in a triangle. After making sure that he was in the center of his safety, he took out a magic crystal and prepared to unleash the third-order magic death mist again to kill those knights in one fell swoop.

Whoosh!

The Whip of Thorns and the two zombie knights just desperately slaughtered in place, regardless of whether anyone was around or not.

The already weak knight side who besieged the mage suddenly became even more reluctant after the second zombie joined. Their attacks are no longer active, but begin to attack with tentative surnames, working with their companions to delay the mage as much as possible. But when they found out that the mage hiding in the middle of the monster had pulled out the magic crystal, they immediately realized that something was wrong, and the knights made eye contact with each other, and then divided into five people to hunt down Ronald with Miteller.

They understand that it is difficult for the mage to break through, and the ghost knows what spell the mage has prepared, but judging from the situation of summoning one more monster but not daring to take the initiative to attack, it is estimated that it was specially summoned to protect the mage and cast the spell safely. Instead of spending on unnecessary delays, it is better to cooperate with the group leader to solve the arrogant boy first.

Seeing five more knights coming towards him, Ronald frowned and began to think about whether to go around in a big circle.

Mitteller stabbed with a sword, not giving Ronald room to think at all.

Bite!

After a backhand sword was blocked, Ronald silently began to accumulate his magic power.

Despite the blessing of the spotted leopard's sensitivity, Mitler, dressed in heavy armor, is not much faster than Ronald in the costume of an ordinary adventurer. Seeing that more than a dozen of his people had not yet taken the surname of the black-haired boy, Mitler glanced at the mage who was silently reciting the incantation, and immediately retreated.

Ronald also noticed the slightest change in expression on Mitler's face, and he suddenly shouted, "Ha!

Then, more than a dozen ice demon blades swirled out of his body.

With these whirling blades, Ronald bravely rushed into the crowd: "Give me death!"

Completely enraged by Ronald's moment, Mittler, who felt that he was being underestimated, had cold eyes, and like a beast that only chooses people and devours people, he was not to be outdone and greeted him with an enchanted sword. And the knights under him, seeing that the opponent dared to take the initiative to step forward, immediately rushed towards Ronald angrily like a honeycomb that had been pierced.

In the face of the protective blade, these furious knights didn't care at all, they planned to fight to get hurt themselves, and also kill the obsessive arrogant boy.

The next moment, the ice blade around Ronald suddenly dissipated, and he suddenly stopped, and scurried up after the embarrassed head hugger. The appearance of rolling ground one after another is completely different from the bravery just now, which is like two people.

The knights, who had just formed a circle, couldn't help but be a little stunned.

In the distance, a knight surrounded by the mage, sensing Ronald's intentions, anxiously reminded loudly, "Be careful!

Along with his reminder came a distorted black mist gushing out of the staff.

Bang!

In the middle of this group of knights, a whistling dead air suddenly exploded, and Mittler could even clearly see that in the scattered black dead air, there were many hideous faces with distorted appearances.

The situation was critical, and he immediately rolled out.

"Disperse!"

Standing firmly, as soon as he spoke, he realized that the situation was not good--- he was caught off guard, and his subordinates were quickly entangled in the black mist. And the back of his hand also came from a burning tenderness. He hurriedly clapped his hands and slapped away the black water stains that had been turned into black mist. At first glance, it was only a moment's effort, and the skin on the back of his hand became red, and the pain was unbearable.

At the same time, the knights, who were too late to react, began to wail one after another.

A knight covered his face and crouched down in pain: "Ahhhh

The other grabbed the back of his hand: "It hurts!"

Mittler saw that the clothes on the squirry knights began to corrode, and a little blood began to ooze from the exposed skin, and more often it was scratched by his subordinates, and a large piece of the belt flesh was torn off!

Burst!

A bloody eyeball burst out of the eye socket of a young knight. After a few spins on the ground, it was trampled by its owner, a disgusting zombie whose scalp was corroded to the point that only a few strands of blonde hair remained.

Miteller saw that the zombie knight's eyes were bloodshot and his face was bursting with red musculature. What's even more terrifying is that the disgusting muscle tissue seems to be constantly writhing, putting on a weird smile, which makes Mittler feel a wave of acid in his heart.

Goo.

He resisted the discomfort in his stomach and the horror in his heart.

What kind of magic is this? It's over, they're all monsters, I'm going to run!

He judged the situation in an instant.

Ronald, who had seen it once a long time ago, had already developed a rough nerve that he was familiar with, and he couldn't help but feel proud that he had just attracted the enemy surrounding: "Haha! It's your turn!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward quickly, raised the ice sword in his hand flat, and stabbed it at the waist of Mittler, who was still surprised.

Bite!

Mitter's sword swept upward, deflecting Ronald's head. After another sword forced Ronald to retreat, he also ignored the wails coming from his side, and hurried in the direction of the stable.

Ronald looked at the mage whose face had turned pale and hesitated.

The mage understood Ronald's concern, and he immediately shouted, "Chase!

"Then be careful!"

Ronald chased in the direction of Mitler's panicked flight.

Ahem.

After seeing Ronald and them running away, the mage suddenly coughed loudly a few times, and his thin figure seemed to be unsteady on its feet, and it was a little shaky in place.

Finding that the mage seemed to be a little overdrawn, the remaining twenty or so frightened knights glanced at each other, and tacitly divided into two teams, one team to contain the terrifying monsters, and the other team tried to approach the mage.

A hint of panic flashed across the mage's face, and as soon as he lifted his short staff, he coughed again. The magic crystal in his hand, which had already absorbed the magic power, also fell to the stone brick ground with a clatter.

Ahem.

The mage lowered his head, clutched his stomach and coughed loudly.

There was a gleam of joy on the faces of the knights, and they swarmed up, intending to fight for their own injuries and avenge the innocent deaths of their companions.

But.

They had barely taken a few steps when they saw a burst of red light from the short wooden staff in the mage's hand, which was bent over and coughing.

Catching a glimpse of the smile on the mage's lips, they couldn't help but sigh "It's over" in their hearts. A corpse on the ground, as the knights approached the mage, was suddenly pulled by the magic and exploded.

Boom!

Except for the ends of the limbs, the corpse completely opened a large bloody hole, and bloody white bone spurs splattered out in all directions.

Jingle Bell!

There was a crisp sound from the heavy armor of the knights, and the plate armor quickly concave a little, and their bodies involuntarily staggered back a few steps.

Several knights were hit in the face by bone spurs, and their mouths suddenly spat bright red and erupted in wails. They covered their faces and rolled on the ground with their hands full of bright red in pain.

Without waiting for the rescue of the surrounding companions, the dozen or so slow-moving zombie knights had slowly moved to the mage's side and began to frantically kill the living creatures around them.

"Ahh

After a few screams, the knights who were wounded in the face were all slashed by the sword.

The remaining dozen or so knights saw that the general trend was gone, and they faintly heard the neighing of war horses in the distance, and they understood that the regimental commander had run away. With a sigh in their hearts, they also rushed in the direction of the outside of the town.

Da-da-da-da.

The hurried footsteps faded away, leaving only the mage standing in place and the pile of zombies he had created. Looking down at the stable, a smile appeared on Christine's pale face.

That kid was still a little slower.

Ahem.

He coughed several more times.

After confirming that it was safe, the mage quickly raised his arm to cover his mouth. The sleeves of his coat slid down instantly, revealing the weak upper arm bone--- as if only a thin layer of skin was sticking to it.

Glancing helplessly, a wry smile appeared on the mage's lips.

It's not completely transformed...... Although the Mist of Death is a high-draining necromancy, if the transformation is successful, it is impossible for a group of third-order magic to exhaust my mana......

Seeing Ronald's somewhat dejected appearance from a distance, the mage couldn't help but smile and suppress those troubles in his heart. With a flick of the short wooden staff in their hands, the zombie knights opened their mouths blankly, and then a cloud of black gas erupted from their mouths, and then they fell to the ground with a thud and never moved again.

And those black gases, after spewing out of the zombie knight's mouth, poured into the top of the short wooden staff on their own. After absorbing all the recovered mana, the mage took a deep breath.

Call.

He felt a little better.

By this time, Ronald had already walked over quickly. Looking at the frustration in Ronald's eyes, who had already approached him, the mage laughed: "He ran away?"

"Well, it's a step too late. Ronald was not afraid of the disgusting corpses, and he carefully turned over their bodies to see what he could gain. While flipping, he muttered: "That guy, it's so smart to get on the horse and run away after letting all the horses go!"

"Don't blame yourself, that Mitler is also very strong in his own right. The mage smiled and looked at Ronald's busy figure: "I also have more than a dozen knights running here, and not every battle can be perfect." He paused, and his tone became a little serious: "But I don't think he'll be able to make any more waves." ”

Ronald laughed when he was said: "That's right, it's me who cares too much about this." ”

The mage suddenly teased, "I'm afraid you don't care about this, right?"

Ronald, who was collecting his wallet, couldn't help but be stunned, he turned his head and looked at the mage's eyes full of doubt: "What do you say?"

The mage explained in a meaningful and whispered voice, "The pearl of Falken. ”

"Hah!"

Ronald spread his hands helplessly, and sighed exaggeratedly: "Okay, okay, let's go, you used necromancy here......" He put those wallets into his spatial ring, and pouted to the row of brick and wood houses on the left: "When I came back, I saw a lot of frightened eyes, Lord Christine Torreon." ”