The old man stood up, "I wonder if I can give me a decent death, let me take the sword hanging on the wall, and die in a duel with you." ”

Eve smiled and agreed, praising his actions, and it was rare to be able to maintain the glory of being a nobleman until he died.

There was no surprise in the end, the old man had stiff steps and tried his best to attack, but he never touched Eve. In the end, he died under a soul shock from Eve, and died peacefully and painlessly.

After completing the mission easily, Eve did not go back directly, but began to loot some valuable items and information that had an impact on the war.

Eve couldn't help but chuckle when she picked up a box of gold coins, and the man who spent the money was sure to be happy.

She's relaxed here, but Marbury isn't. Before his strength was restored, he fought with a senior Holy Demon Master, and it didn't take long for him to fall behind.

However, Marbury was in the middle of the game four hundred years ago and had a wealth of combat experience, so he directly summoned the assassin puppet and constantly released control magic, causing the puppet to attack from a distance.

The Holy Magister was covered with beads of sweat, and he sensed that the puppet was carrying a demon-breaking arrow, which was the nemesis of the magician, so he had to set aside his mental strength to be on guard.

After a moment of struggling between the two sides, the light of the Holy Magister's staff flashed, and two earth elemental golems drilled out of the ground. One stood around himself to fend off the low-level corpses, and the other found the Assassin puppet so that he couldn't attack casually.

Marbury was secretly anxious, his skeleton army was far from reaching the scale, and the undead magic did not dare to be released easily, otherwise he would be found out and in danger of being hunted down, and he only hoped that his master would solve it as soon as possible.

When the soldiers found the two fighting, they did not dare to step forward, so they could only shoot arrows at Marbury from afar to support the Holy Magister.

They were like cannon fodder, even the strongest soldiers, with their bows and arrows full, could not pass through the magic shield, and Marbury could kill dozens of people with a random low-level elemental magic.

Later, these soldiers learned his strength, and they did not dare to come forward to test again, so they could only assist in the attack from a distance.

Eve suddenly appeared behind a wall, and snuggled comfortably against the wall, taking out a bottle of wine that had just been seized and savoring it.

When a person is rescued when he is most in danger, he is most grateful in his heart. The art of the royal majesty, Eve knows a little bit about it.

Marbury became more and more anxious in his heart, the undead special move could not be used easily, and it was impossible to win simply by using ordinary attacks.

Seeing that his aura was getting weaker and weaker, the Holy Magister's expression became more and more excited. Every necromancer is a movable book of magic, and although it is forbidden by the world, it is still the power that most magicians crave.

Just kill him, and all his knowledge will be his own!

Marbury relented, stretched out his soul hand, and grabbed the souls of a group of soldiers in his hands, and the soulless corpses collapsed to the ground. The faces of the soldiers around him turned pale, and this method was simply unheard of.

This time, instead of devouring the souls, they began to chant magical spells, and as the spells chanted, the souls of the soldiers continued to condense until they became spheres.

Marbury's eyes glowed grayish-green, pulling the orb of soul back into his body. The corpses slowly rose from the ground, straightened up, and opened their eyes. They became like Marbury, with eyes that glowed an eerie gray-green.

These soldiers, who had consumed a lot of Marbury's energy, were high-level undead troops, unable to inflict lethal damage on them except for light fighting energy or magic, and could re-heal even if their bodies were torn apart. It is a promotion of the low-level skeletons.

If it was Marbury in the period of total victory, it would be easy to create twelve undead soldiers at once, but unfortunately his current state is far from recovering.

After doing all this, Marbury looked at the Holy Magister with a crazy look in his eyes. He didn't want to devour the powerful soul in front of him.

"Sinful necromancer!"

The Holy Magister raised his staff high, and more than a dozen earth elemental spikes emerged from the ground, passing through the chest of the corpse soldier, and picking it up in the air, the corpse soldier's wisdom was not high. The limbs have nowhere to borrow strength in the air, and they can't break free.

Marbury snorted, summoned a spear of bones, held it in his hand, and threw it at the earth spikes. A cold green flame erupted from the tip of the bone spear, destroying all the earth spikes with a single blow.

As soon as the freed corpse soldiers touched the ground, they began to fight, and the army retreated, long since they lost their will to fight.

"Those who retreat will be killed!"

One of the generals shouted angrily and hacked a deserter to death. Seeing this, the surrounding soldiers stopped, shouted and rushed towards the corpse soldiers.

The corpse soldiers are tireless, and they are cut into several pieces again and again, but they can still recover. The flesh on it gradually decreased, and after a dozen restorations, only white bones remained, and there was not much of the adhered minced flesh left. The bones shone silver.

Groups of soldiers gathered under the city walls, and the archers stood in groups, bent their bows and arrows, and shot out. The target was Marbury.

The so-called more ants can bite the elephant to death, such a dense rain of arrows, Marbury's magic shield energy dropped rapidly, and the expression on his face became more and more anxious.

He chanted incantations, and the corpses of the dead soldiers gathered together, and the flesh and bones were separated, and all the bones condensed into a shield of bones, blocking all the arrows.

Taking advantage of the victory, the Holy Magister raised his magic staff and created a huge brown magic circle in the sky. After the magic array was generated, spikes continued to emanate from it, and the spikes were pulled by spiritual power and went straight to Marbury.

The Bone Shield only protects against physical damage, but has little effect on magical attacks, and is destroyed after four spikes.

Necromancers are not good at fighting in person, and their terrible thing is that they have countless corpse soldiers, countless cannon fodder.

Eve drank the red wine at the bottom of her glass and realized that it was time for her to appear.

She rolled her eyes and communicated with the contract space, summoning thousands of poisonous snakes from it, and the poisonous snakes suddenly emerged from the ground, densely packed.

Some were wrapped around the soldier's legs, some jumped up and bit directly on the soldier's face, and some directly sprayed venom on the spot, corroding a soldier's chest.

For a while, the wails continued, and the soldiers were disrupted by the poisonous snakes and could not continue to attack Marbury. Without the raindrop-like density of arrows, Marbury was suddenly relieved.

The Holy Magister frowned, annoyed that someone had disturbed him at this time. However, as soon as he turned his head, he was greeted by death.

Diagonally upward, between the fourth and fifth ribs, fast and accurate, without a trace of hesitation.

The deadly poison spreads from the heart to every corner of the body, eroding the life force and magic.

Eve skillfully pulled out her palm, and the smile on her face made Marbury's heart sink, and she was glad that she had not been her enemy in the first place, but had surrendered directly.

The Holy Magister, who had lost his strength, fell to the ground, and did not even have the strength to cast a forbidden spell and die with his enemies.