The darkness still enveloped the heavens and the earth, but it was not as dim as before, a sign before the dawn was about to fall.

Brooke's eyes were soaked in blood, precipitating the depth of the night, and the light of the gloomy owl's eyes was like a bottomless dark abyss, which made people sink and could not extricate themselves, and the depths of the eyes were raging with bloodlust and anticipation that could not be concealed.

When the dawn of the morning falls, all undead creatures will be wiped out in an instant, and even the mighty Death Knight must return to the dark hell.

Undead creatures are known to be fearless and tireless. Even if there is an invincible enemy in front of them, they will pounce on each other without hesitation. The only thing that can terrify undead creatures is the light that shines on this world.

This is also the reason why undead creatures can only appear in the dark. When these undead creatures are not afraid of the sun, it will be a disaster. For thousands of years, Reinhardt, the 'Lich King', has been searching for the truth, but has never found the answer.

Brooke desperately hoped that the Death Knight would lead these undead warriors to breach the gates on the opposite side before dawn. As soon as the city gates were breached, Baron Curwen and Sir Duncan would lead thousands of grey armor soldiers behind them to quickly occupy the entire town with a powerful attack.

In the canyon, a gust of cold wind hit, and the rustling sound was like rain, like a tide, and like a galloping horse.

Brant's black hair swayed in the wind, and his sleeves were rattled by the cold wind blowing in front of him, but this subtle sound was clearly reflected in the necromancer's sharp eardrums.

The necromancer could not see the enemy, but he could discern the enemy's location by the subtle sound of his voice.

Abruptly. The corners of Brooke's mouth curled into a contemptuous smile. His palms quickly sealed. And groaned the incantation, "O deep darkness, turn into an arrow of destruction and pierce through the enemy's body!—arrow of darkness!"

A black arrow that could barely be seen through by the naked eye appeared in front of the necromancer, and in an instant, the black arrow suspended in mid-air roared away at a speed like thunder and lightning.

The black arrow resembled a black viper, spreading its sharp fangs and spitting deadly venom, and pounced ferociously on its prey.

Sensing the imminent danger of his aura, Brant hurriedly turned sideways to avoid it. The arrow grazed his right shoulder, his sleeve cut through a thin mark by the sharp arrow, and a trace of bright red blood oozed from his bruised skin.

Brant's first instinct was that the arrow was poisonous. A numb soreness suddenly spread across his right shoulder, and the venom quickly penetrated into his flesh, but it was instantly consumed under the scorching of the holy fire. The flamingo sealed inside him saved his life.

The necromancer frowned and stared at a glimmer of bright red seeping through the darkness, and although the enemy had erased the blood that flowed from his body, Brooke's keen eyes had caught the enemy hidden in the night.

To the surprise of the necromancer, the other party was able to avoid the black arrow. He thought to himself that the other party's perception and reaction ability must be not inferior to his own, and he can levitate his body in mid-air. The only answer is...... It's a magician!

"The power of the dead. The will of the soul, wandering on the black earth. Wandering in the blood-colored sky," Brooke continued to chant an evil incantation, "I hereby command as the Sage of Darkness, gather in my hands, turn into my spear, and return a creature to the feet of the god of the underworld, the spear of the Ruler, Wings!"

The necromancer threw the spear with spiritual power in his hand towards the darkness on the other side. I saw a blue glow covering the tip of the galloping spear, like the soul of the undead searching for his fate.

Not only was the spear powerful enough to penetrate thick walls with ease, but it also slowed down the movement speed of its attackers within a radius of fifty yards. In other words, no one could dodge the spear at a very short distance.

In the face of another attack by the necromancer, Brant did not choose to dodge this time, but went head-on. The other party has already discovered him, and there is no point in continuing to hide his body, it will only keep consuming the magic power in his body.

A fiery red light ignited from the darkness, and a palm wrapped in holy fire firmly held the ghost spear nearly three meters long, and the scorching magma-like flames instantly melted the black spear.

Drops of black liquid fell on the flat mud floor, leaving blackened potholes. If the earth had a soul, it could feel the burning pain.

The plan for the sneak attack was out of the question, Brandt thought to himself, and in that case, it would be a head-to-head confrontation between the magicians.

Baron Curwen and Sir Duncan, who were observing the battle in the rear, spotted an anomaly ahead. Although Sir Duncan did not know how the enemy appeared outside the city, he must not allow them to hurt Lord Brooke.

Under Sir Duncan's orders, Baron Curwen led a team of elite armor soldiers to quickly run towards the necromancer who was standing alone in front.

Brooke's evil face looked at the scene in disbelief, beyond his common sense of magic. With nearly five hundred years of knowledge, he knew very well that no magician could use magic to fuse fire with it.

Unless it's ......

Just as the necromancer was surprised, in the next moment, Brant's figure had appeared in front of him. Brant quickly unleashed his flaming right fist and struck at the necromancer hiding under the gray cloak on the opposite side.

This punch is the most direct and offensive weapon.

The sacred flame in the flamingo's body is a powerful weapon to destroy an evil being. If you are hit by this punch, even a necromancer with eternal life will have only one end - death!

It was Brandt's first attempt to condense the flamingo's energy on his arm, and he felt the energy flood his body like never before. At the same time, it also caused him great pain. He felt like his right arm was being burned and consumed by flames.

Looking at the flaming fist that swung straight ahead, Brooke didn't have time to chant the incantation, he raised his right leg and moved backwards. Swiftly turned sideways. Fierce and swift flame fists grazed his sleeves across his chest. Brooke was nervous. Immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The necromancer dodged the fatal punch, but the flames wrapped around his sleeve like a fiery serpent. The flames continued to scorch the cloth and rapidly spread out in all directions.

Brooke cast a spell to float his body backwards, and he hurriedly took off the gray robe he had draped over his body, revealing the thin white shirt underneath. In an instant, his thin and emaciated figure and miserable white and handsome face were undisguised in front of the other party.

The necromancer's appearance was very different from Brant's conjecture. He had thought that this necromancer was hiding under the cloak of gray robes...... It would be an old man with a wrinkled face and white hair, but he didn't expect it to be a handsome man. Blonde young man.

"Darker than dusk, redder than blood, appear in the lost time!Under your great name, I hereby swear to the darkness, the foolish things that stand in my way, gather the power of you and me, and give them fair destruction!"

When the spell ended, a large black blade conjured in front of Brooke. In the next moment, the black giant sword that was tens of meters long and wide swept towards the opposite figure with a thunderous momentum. This blow is so powerful. Enough to break bones with gravel.

Suddenly, a thick and firm earth rose from the ground on Brant's right side. When it grew to a height of two meters, it stopped its upward momentum.

'Bang!' There was a thud of collapse, and the black greatsword broke through the earth escape that blocked its path with overwhelming power, and struck straight at its target like a whirlwind of clouds.

At the same time, Brant swung his flaming fist and smashed his ferocious fist on the ground beside him, only to see a steaming, huge black hole appear in front of him. The black greatsword attacking from the right was approaching in a blink of an eye, and Brant quickly jumped forward and jumped into the black hole.

The corners of the necromancer's mouth lifted slightly, "Next time, you're not so lucky!" and there was a hint of contempt in his bland tone.

Brant leaps out of the black hole. "I'll give you back this sentence!" his cold, dark eyes met the evil green eyes of the necromancer opposite, "In addition, this time...... I'm not going to miss it!"

At this time, hundreds of elite armorers led by Baron Curvin rushed to Brooke's side. Under the necromancer's orders, a group of heavily armored soldiers formed a charging formation and slashed at the enemy on the opposite side.

Brandt charged up and swung his fist forward, sending a fist-like flame flying from his clenched right fist. The ferocious and swift flaming fist knocked down several heavily armored bodies in succession, the flames melting the soldiers' armor and burning their flesh.

Just listen, the soldiers who came back and rolled on the ground kept wailing, and the frightened and miserable sound made people feel creepy when they heard it. It wasn't until the flames penetrated the soldiers' bodies and ended their lives that they stopped their painful arguments.

The soldiers around them were suddenly frightened and cowered, and their hands holding swords and shields were shaking. The soldiers had never seen such terrible magic, and fear spread rapidly in their hearts.

"Set up and surround him," shouted Baron Curwen, "archers, release the arrows!" This is the most common tactic used by soldiers in battle—siege and siege. When the Quentin Knight dealt with the Cerberus, he used this tactic to kill the murderous monsters.

Brandt silently chanted the incantation in his mouth, his fingers quickly sealed, and in an instant, a white light flashed, and dozens of doppelgangers appeared around him. After a brief pause, Brant's doppelganger ran towards the surrounding enemies.

He can't allow himself to be trapped by the enemy, and Brandt casts the doppelganger technique to confuse the enemy, although it will drain his mana, but only then will he be able to take advantage of the chaos to break through to the necromancer again. At the moment of casting the doppelganger, Brant cast another invisibility spell at the same time.

The necromancer, who has lived for nearly five hundred years, is no stranger to the doppelganger technique, and he can also use this mysterious spell. But he doesn't often use this spell that consumes mana, because in the face of true strength, no amount of enemies is enough to fear.

In his opinion, most of the time, the use of such spells is mainly to confuse the enemy's tricks. However, he was very curious, no one in the [Golden Land] realm knew this kind of spell at all, where did the other party learn this mysterious spell.

Stealth, Brant held his breath and cautiously avoided the soldiers around him, moving lightly towards the necromancer opposite.

This time, it was his last chance. (To be continued......)