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The hall seems to be quite wide, with seven or eight tall stone pillars supporting the fifteen-foot-high ceiling, but the floor and walls, which may have been finely polished, have been reduced to uneven wreckage over time, and the weathered and collapsed ceiling has fallen soft and heavy dust on the ground, scattered in small piles around, but other than that, the hall seems to be relatively well preserved, and in some places, you can even see a little mottled trace of the frescoes that once existed.

In one corner of the hall, between the crumbling stones and the towering pillars, seventeen or eighteen skeletons were forming a fan-like shape, enclosing several figures in the center.

Besieged was a gray dwarf, and a squad of three drows, at this moment, the gray dwarf was swinging the big axe in his hand, whirring and repelling every skeleton that tried to pounce, his movements were skillful and accurate, and the bones would be broken to pieces in two or three crisp sounds, plus two drow warriors wielding scimitars in the rear of the supplementary attack, and the help of a rare drow priest, this team seemed to be able to support.

But it's only about being able to support it.

The mere skeletal besieged them were ordinary skeletons, who looked like hapless travelers who had come here in the distant past, wielding rusty blades and clubs...... Or a metal spear, which lunged forward in a haphazard manner. Then knocked out by the weapon in the hands of the dwarves.

If it were nothing more than a minor nuisance for a warrior, these skeletal racks had a surprising characteristic, they could not be knocked down - on the ground, the bones that had been beaten to pieces were constantly beating. After a while, they will regroup and become new undead, whether you use my thigh or I use your spine, they will soon get up and start a new charge.

What's more, there are stronger enemies in the darkness.

Just as the crowd turned their attention to the small battlefield, a string of light bullets flew out from behind a pillar that supported the hall. A brilliant purple light swept through the darkness! These rays rippled through the air with a green shield spell, causing the magic missiles that looked like streams of multicolored water to splash all over it.

It was just an ordinary magic missile, but this effect shocked Edward's heart.

Spellcasting ability? Is it a lich?

When humans are stunned. Durin had already asked.

This question shook everyone slightly—the lich's abilities, no joke, this creature at the apex of the undead. The ability is usually not inferior to that of a ** master - in fact, only ** master is most likely to turn into a lich.

"It shouldn't be a lich, otherwise these people wouldn't have been able to hold him back. ”

Somewhat unexpectedly, Druid Farmini opened his mouth to answer the question, and at some point a small gray and black thing had already crawled into his hand: "That should be an arcane skeleton...... Or a corpse witch. However, it is also possible that a very strong necromancer is in command of them nearby. Although my friends told me that there was nothing particularly powerful around here and there. ”

Arcane Skeleton?

The Psychic Warlock raised an eyebrow - he seemed to have some impression of the two names, holding on to the memories of the materials he had looked up in the Mage's Tower.

Corpse witches are somewhat similar to lichs in that they must have been arcane spellcasters during their lifetime, and they also retain some spellcasting ability after death. But only one thing - they can't be like lichs. It can inherit the memories of the past in life, and its casting ability is very different from that of the Lich.

In fact, these two things can only be called a certain amount of intelligence, but they are only at a level that can communicate and is a little slower than the average person.

If only they were it. This situation should not be too bad, there is only one corpse witch who casts the spell, and while attacking, he has to constantly inject magic into those scattered skeletons, as long as he pays a little attention, and adopts a little delay and split attack tactics, this group of people still has a little hope of winning.

But now there's the problem. They were clearly not free, and there was no way to use any tactics under the orders of the slave owners.

Because the slave owner doesn't look very good right now.

Darkness stretched out from behind the skeletons, and with a thud it cut through the recalcitrant lines of drow and the grey dwarves, falling behind them in a pile of loose rocks and dirt! Edward raised an eyebrow, and with his eyesight, he only now noticed a figure creeping in the dirt.

Most of his body was pressed under it, and the dusty collapse seemed to explain its predicament...... The large head and four waving tentacles made the scene look ridiculous - like an octopus falling on the mud...... The octopus hissed in anger, not sure if it was complaining about its situation, but the weak Drow might not be able to move such a large piece of rubble, not to mention that they had to deal with the enemy now.

The hapless psicin was clearly in special care, and the Arcane Skeleton was unceremoniously attacked, each of which was an attack centered on it.

"That's the Weakness...... This fourth-level spell can weaken the soul...... If the caster is hit, they will even lose some of their maximum cast ability due to weakness. The half-elf whispered. "Shall we kill them all?"

"Wait. ”

Edward shook his head.

The undead cast spells quickly, because it didn't rely on the soul network to cast spells, but because of the use of arcane during their lifetime, after their death, the arcane would penetrate deep into their bone marrow, and after the remnants of the arcane combined with the negative energy that made them stand up again, they could use the negative energy to release it again.

These things are more warlocks than mages, they don't need to memorize spells, they just cast them instinctively, as long as there is enough negative energy combined with arcane. That said, they're pretty good. However, they are often only able to cast some of the magic they used most often in their lifetime, and their lack of intelligence makes their spells less ingenious.

The Psychic Sorcerer mentally recalled the accounts of these monsters in the scrolls. Then he calculated the timing of his own shot.

But the undead seemed to be even more impatient than he was.

I don't know if it was because the two successive attacks didn't have a good effect, it was silent for a while, and let a few drows and gray dwarves break up the remaining bone shelves, but after five or six breaths, the arcane fluctuations in the hall suddenly went into chaos!

The pale light illuminated a withered shadow behind the pillar. A crackling noise and a bolt of lightning swept through the space, and the priest screamed and was knocked to the ground. After a few rolls. Only then did she hold herself up, obviously, she was lucky enough to put on the protection against elemental damage. Otherwise, this would have been enough for her to turn into charcoal.

The dazzling silver serpent did not hesitate to continue to leap, rushing towards a drow warrior. The warrior didn't have the magic protection of the priest, so the electric light burst out on the ground, and the electric light directly whipped his thin body away, only this time it triggered a handful of blue-green flames, which directly pasted Nadrow into a ball of charcoal, and the lightning dispersed, gathered, and hit the third target.

At this point, the gray dwarf had eaten almost all the lightning. However, after two turns, the spell's effect was greatly reduced, and instead of knocking down the famous diehard race, it only flickered on his armor and then disintegrated into a large spark, and the gray dwarf's beard burst into flames, but he did not fall. Just cover your eyes and yell!

Chain lightning is a spell with a bright light effect that is indeed very good against the creatures of the underground, and while the undead obviously won't understand this, the bright light is simply deadlier than lightning for the gray dwarves and drow under the spiritsuckers.

At the same time, the two skeletons were already moving forward, and the rusted spear shafts in their hands stabbed into the Drow warrior's body. Although the metal was immediately severed by the struggle, the drow's abdomen had been opened with a large gap, and blood flowed out along with the intestines!

It seems that the big picture has been decided.

"Get ready. Edward spoke in the Whisper of the Heart, "Wait until it's time to cast a spell, and we'll ......"

"Crackle!"

His command was interrupted by the voice of a lightning bolt!

Beams of dazzling lightning exploded in front of Edward, smashing into the protective circle with a flash of fire. Obviously, their enemies are not happy to give anyone a chance to watch and chat from the sidelines. Martian splattered in all directions, and the tongues of fire almost licked the mage's face.

Then, the skeleton mage stepped out of the darkness and pressed down on his wand again, and in a stream of light, a trace of green gas began to gush from the ground. and mixed with a heavy smell of dust.

"Dead clouds. ”

Edward took a few steps back, acting as a half-spellcaster. He still knows a thing or two about some special magical effects. Especially this spell is still very famous as a means of killing in a large area.

Well, the preface retracts, this arcane skeleton is worlds apart from the Lich. But it is also extremely dangerous.

But the danger was none other than their spell - the Psychic Warlock reached out his hand, recited an unskilled word, and with a flick of the way, a gust of wind blew up behind him, blowing the billowing gray-green cloud to the side of the hall.

This guy has already started an all-out attack.

"Kill him. Edward sighed and whispered.

So the half-elf who had been gathering momentum for a long time stretched out his hand and emitted a turquoise luster, and the light hit the bluestone pillar at a distance of more than 100 feet, and suddenly cut a big hole in the soft sound! The corpse witch hiding behind obviously did not expect the opponent to be so powerful, it rushed out from behind the cover, but it was too late, the little girl was waiting for this opportunity, she waved her hand, the green light deflected before disappearing, and half of the body of the undead suddenly turned into a flying gray mist together with the rock!

The half-undead creature immediately followed its instincts and fled to the side, but the druid also struck at this time, and at the same time as the little girl moved, he casually threw a few black shadows, and then recited a spell.

From the point where he threw a few small grains, countless plants stretched out from them, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and almost in the blink of an eye, they expanded into a large area of thorns that danced like the tentacles of an octopus. The damage these thorns can do is limited, and they can't stop the humanoids from advancing. But for. For the skeletons and corpse witches who fell into it, this was a big problem, and their inferior intelligence and simple visual senses made them fall into one of them at once. The more you struggle, the deeper you get into it.

The Corpse Witch wanted to cast some kind of arcane art, but a scorching red light had already erupted in Dahni's hand. Like a dark red sword, it sneered through the hall, setting the guy's head and chest on fire. Burst into a shadow of fire!

Edward couldn't help but shake his head.

These two guys really don't know the severity, it's dissociation and flame rays, even if the skeleton has some magic equipment on it. It will also be scrapped...... It's a ruined kid! Find a time to really educate yourself.

Of course, if he makes a move, it will naturally be easy to deal with these undead, but then his identity as a psychic warlock will naturally cause some problems, and his mind turned around, and he decided to use this spirit sucking monster, so he simply hid his ability as a hole card.

"Who are you?" the time-defying psionite commanded the remnants of the Drow priest to move the stone tablet, bracing himself up as he spoke in the language of the heart. But a flickering flash of frost immediately snapped on the ground in front of it. interrupted his questioning.

"Speak with your mouth. The human voice, cold, muffled, and impatient: "Put away your disgusting tricks, or else." I wouldn't mind having a new breed of undead here. ”

"Who are you?" there was a pause, and the octopus head spat out a hoarse subterranean language from the eel's gill mouth. His pale eyes stared at Edward, as if trying to find some from him

"Merchants, we need a good group of slaves. So go to your cities. The human snorted.

"Rude and thank you for your help. ”

Although only one of the slaves under his command was a weak priestess, fortunately there was the help of magic. With the help of brute force, she quickly pushed the rubble away, setting the spirit-absorbing monster free. And the octopus head took out a bottle of potion in his bosom with a trembling hand and poured it into himself. The wound on his leg was gradually closing, and although it still looked a little awkward, it was clearly no longer in danger of dying.

Edward's eyes flickered...... The bottle of potion that the other party drank was obviously worth a lot of money, and for a moment he couldn't help but have the idea of killing this guy and collecting loot.

Apparently unaware that the human in front of him was mistaking him as a fat sheep, and glanced at the people in front of him with his glittering silver eyes, the monster straightened up, bent over his chest with one hand and bowed down to greet everyone, "Thank you for your help." I'm Castlemo, and you can call me that, or maybe call me a Star Seeker. ”

There was a strange grace in its movements, which seemed to be some kind of etiquette very old, except that the human seemed to have no interest in accosting him at all, and only responded to this polite thanks with a snort - as long as anyone with the slightest experience of communicating with strange creatures knew that the spirit sucking monsters were never suitable for courtesy, they were somewhat similar to Drow, except that they were only subordinate to those who were stronger than themselves, and more extreme, and would not give any trust to any alien race.

After all, in their eyes, all intelligent beings are nothing more than a meat pot that stores brains, and brains are ultimately their food, just imagine, if a person would have any politeness to a can, he is probably either a psychotic or a pervert.

"Lead the way, then. ”

After a brief exchange, the group began to move forward.

"The undead in this neighborhood have always been so much"

There was a lot of silence along the way, and the Spirit Sucker only led the way, but it didn't seem to be interested in speaking at all. So, after a moment, it was still the male Zhuoer who couldn't help but ask.

"Recently, there have been some strange fluctuations in magic around the Gate of Fire, resulting in some undead creatures. We'll be able to clean it up soon. The Spirit Sucker spoke. But it was only such a sentence, and there was no interest in using this answer to find out the purpose of this multitude, etc.

"This guy is really cold......"

"How long will the weakness last?" write it down in the palm of my hand. Keeping an eye on every fluctuation of the psionic force field around him, Edward quietly gave Lisa a direction in the language of his heart. And the value written by the latter on his palm also made him nod slightly.

The surrounding space was filled with a thick red mist, and the darkness around it was also expelled by this dark red.

The light came from hundreds of feet away, and there, a deep shadow, across the flat rock formation, between the black granite cracked a huge fissure a hundred feet wide, and the billowing red smoke slowly emerged from it, and when you got closer, you could see a vague scene under the abyss, the black granite edges were covered with red traces, and flames and magma burst out of the cracks from time to time, bringing a burst of heat mixed with a foul smell of sulfur. (To be continued......)

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