The distance was getting closer, and the speed of these Death Apostles was a little too fast, and among this orc team, only the wolf-headed half-orc was the fastest.

The rest of the orcs simply didn't have the speed to pull away, which also meant that they would definitely be overtaken.

In terms of speed, it is not as good as the Apostle of Death, and the real life-and-death struggle may not be able to gain the upper hand.

As these Death Apostles approached, the orcs felt that the temperature around them had dropped by a few degrees, and their speed was affected as a result.

The wind and snow are more urgent!

The wolf-headed half-orc suddenly stopped holding a heavy sword, "I'll break off, go." ”

The other five orcs wanted to speak, but the wolf-headed half-orcs shouted angrily again, "Live with my will, to live for tomorrow." ”

"It's an order, go."

Those eyes, instantly stained with blood, were like red lanterns pointing the way in a snowy night.

The momentum of the wolf-headed half-orc is still growing.

Under the snowy night, the heavy sword in his hand emitted fiery red lines, and then flames burned.

This is a special effect created by the spell blessing, once injected with mysterious power, the weapon blessed by the spell will burn, and only then can such a weapon be able to deal damage to the Death Apostle.

Looking at the six Apostles of Death who came after him, they also took out their weapons.

Their weapons are not uniform, there are knives and swords.

However, there is also a peculiar point, which looks like it is all made of blue transparent crystals.

It emits a faint pale blue light, like a blue firework dancing in the wind and snow, and seems to have an endless cold.

"Shadow!" Suddenly, one of the remaining five orcs let out an exclamation, and he looked at one of his companions in horror.

The companion's body was tense, and his coat could barely withstand the cold.

Especially the cold wind that blew into his neck.

It was as if the most extreme cold in the world had suddenly penetrated his neck, as if it was about to freeze his blood.

This shout made the faces of all the orcs change.

The wolf-headed orc looked back at his companion, and behind him lay an indescribable creature.

It's like a mass of qi, a qi that shifts between black and white, with white eyes.

The white ones are shiny, and the eyes are whiter than blood, without any variegation.

Because of the appearance of the shadow, the temperature around him was a little lower, and the shadow lay on the back of the orc and blew patiently.

Blow out black and white.

The wolf-headed half-orc watched as ice crystals appeared on his companion's body, watched his companion's expression freeze, and watched his companion's eyes burn, emitting green fire.

In just an instant, a companion in the orc team became a member of the Death Apostle.

There is no time to react, and there is one more enemy before there is time to rescue.

Harmless enemies.

The shadow drifted away as if it had never existed.

Because of the appearance of the shadow, those Death Apostles instead stood where they were, collected their weapons, and knelt on one knee as if worshipping.

Even the orc, who had just become an apostle of death, also fell to one knee, and the green flames in his eyes beat faster.

This is an escape opportunity!

Is it really an opportunity?

One of the orcs suddenly widened his eyes and looked at his fellow companion in horror.

The vanished shadow reappeared, behind another companion.

The wolf-headed orc also noticed this, and he suddenly stepped forward, his heavy sword in his hand to bring the wind and cut through the falling snow.

Swept out.

Burst......

The sharp edge of the heavy sword severed the companion's neck, slicing through the shadow.

The skulls of their companions rolled off, blood splattering, and the hot blood melted the nearby blood before it was covered with more blood and coagulated.

The heavy sword swept past the shadow, but it didn't do any damage.

The Shadow was lying on the back of the headless orc and blew air, blowing black and white into his broken neck.

It only took a second or two before and after, and there was no more blood gushing out of the orc's neck.

The headless orc moved, leaned over and picked up the head on the ground and put it on his neck, moving it back and forth to find its position, and the head grew on his neck again.

Green flames danced in his eyes, he grinned at the wolf-headed orc, and then fell to his knees.

Get down on one knee!

This proves that the shadow has not left.

But the shadow had already left the orc's back.

Who's next?

The wolf-headed orc felt that his body became stiff at this moment, his physical attack was ineffective, and his companion was cut off his head, but he still couldn't escape the fate of becoming an apostle of death.

"Running ......"

He mustered up the courage to let out a shout, turned and ran.

The remaining three orcs also ran wildly in all directions.

The four half-orcs run in four different directions, and one alive counts as one.

As they fled, the wolf-headed orcs fired arrows again.

All will carry the arrows, and use them with caution, and when they are released, they will know that a shadow is present.

The rattling arrow had just risen into the air, but it was trapped by a cloud of shadows, which exploded inside the shadow without making any sound.

The wolf-headed orc felt a chill in his neck, and he turned his head to face it.

A face with a weird smile, this face facing his neck, was blowing.

The wolf-headed orc immediately reversed the heavy sword, smashed the hilt of the heavy sword into the snow, and he threw himself towards the heavy sword.

Keep the tip of your sword aimed at your heart.

The sharp blade pierced him in an instant, and he saw the bright red all over the ground and felt a sharp pain of tearing.

The Apostle of Death, not invincible, the Achilles' heel is the heart.

A blessed weapon that can be killed by hitting the heart.

And he didn't want to become an apostle of death, so he had to pierce the heart first.

The heavy sword supported his body, and the shadow behind him floated away, vanishing.

The heart had been punctured, and he had lost the last value to the Phantom.