But if the sneak attack behind his back can solve the problem, Uriel is not a warrior but an assassin. The necromancer did not turn his head back, and the space fluctuated. The apprentice only felt a shock on the sword, and the following impact made him almost unable to hold the hilt of the sword.

ghost!

Uriel had the first time fighting under such a great pressure. He gritted his teeth and mobilized his arms, swung his sword blade flatly to try to throw out a sharp edge. However, his magic power could not be supported halfway, and finally the blade lit up and dimmed.

"Damn it!" He cursed in anger.

At this time and space, a high cry came from the sky-

The black fog-like magic of death brewed the magic of destruction, but it threw the wrong direction and shattered the beam on the second floor; the strange magic of the necromancer gave him the upper hand, and the long bone spur pierced the falcon's wings. But the only thing he didn't expect was that the falcon still endured the pain and swooped down, and the eagle claws clasped a bone hand to lift the fallen dead disciple up!

The apprentice was rolling around and avoiding the magic cluster in a mess. He gasped and got up. When he witnessed this scene, he almost felt that he was really here to drag him down.

He thought that Mr. Ez's magic power was at its bottom and he might be unable to support it when facing the Necromancer.

However, Ez is an experienced warrior after all, and the category of this profession is regarded as the title of glory on him. The druid cleverly avoided the head-on collision and directly pulled the enemy to the battlefield at high altitude.

In addition to flying races, it is dangerous for any mysterious person to take off before the air realm - for innate reasons, most of them lack the ability to deal with air strikes and even air combat, and many ground combat skills will only appear clumsy in the air.

Blood was falling in the air, like a shower.

At this moment, Ez, who was a bird, was obviously more advantageous. He used his other eagle claw to scratch the "prey", and the broken bone powder fell down in the harsh crackling sound; at the same time, he lowered his head and knocked hard on the shoulders and necks of the fallen dead disciple. If the latter had not used the other bone claw to hold it in time, there would be no suspense in the battle.

But Newell is not that easy to deal with.

The necromancer tried his best to twist the hand that was being pulled. He used his vicious eyes to snatch the falcon and chanted the spell in his mouth. A series of languages ​​that only the mysterious necromancers could understand jumped between the flying bone spear blades, and even the Uriel below heard it in his ears was like a death-hunting curse.

It was undoubtedly preparing for a magic. Ez hissed and pressed the guy's head and hit the railing. With a loud bang, the stone powder and wood chips fell down. He hoped to break the other party's magic, but the bone that had inexplicably produced was too hard.

I'll go! Are you really a mage?

The apprentice watched the two monsters tangled and smashed onto the wall, and the castle seemed to tremble; the elegant ornamental basket fell to the ground, and the broken soft petals mixed into the soil; the marble on the ground was turned on, and the dark marks on the solemn wall were intertwined.

The falcon and necromancer were wrestling with the engraved patterns for this abstract painting mainly consisting of twisted color blocks and intermittent lines.

There was no magical collision or skill competition. They had no elegance to fight when they fought. They only waved their weapons savagely, and they seemed to have to waste their physical strength and energy until the other party had shed the last drop of blood.

Bang!

The magic of death sped over, and Uriel instinctively lowered his body, and the magic hit a pile of ruins and splashed dust and pieces.

He immediately did not dare to be distracted. Uriel was sure that he had not reached the level of a veteran on the battlefield who had seen all directions and listened to all directions. It would be great if he could concentrate on capturing the actions of the enemy in front of him.

The ghost spit out a ray and disappeared into the air.

But Uriel was not in the mood to hide and seek with it, and the falcons above his head became more and more frequent. Ez was obviously not as relaxed as he said. The magic-deficient druid could not have been stalemate with the necromancer for a long time.

What's more, it's close combat.

"Get out!" The young man raised his sword without fear. He had the courage to face any enemy. Even if this courage came from a large extent to which he knew little about the mystery, it was also the root cause of people's face of the unknown without fear of retreating.

He felt the subtle magic power flowing in his body, which was the tiny power accumulated in this short period of time. So Uriel swung his sword at the left front, and the ghost's self-concealed ability was simply a candle in the dark under the fluctuations of magic power.

"Gudu..."

The knight's sword slashed through the empty spirit body, the first half seemed to pass through the air, and the second half was like cutting a water ball; the ghost let out an unpleasant howl, and was truly hurt.

This kind of undead is not immune to physical attacks. Although mysterious creatures have magical characteristics, they are easily cracked by mysterious things. The apprentice only attaches a thin layer of magic power to the blade, which increases his damage from zero to 50% of his efforts.

The wandering soul lost half of its body. It soared into the air and landed again in the original place. After a few twists and turns, it withered and shriveled weakly until it disappeared, leaving only the translucent powder all over the ground.

Uriel realized that he had successfully killed a high-level undead, which was not something he could do.

"Anyway, I've been challenging myself, and there's not much more." He murmured himself. The floating ghosts felt that their companions were dead, so they swam here, and then they were turned into dust by the apprentices who had mastered the tricks.

At this time, Uriel could finally look up and concentrate on the battle with the necromancer.

And the noise in the sky has weakened-

The battle was about to end, and Uriel looked at the scarred eagle and the skeletons of the mage, and could not tell which side was winning; the blood rubbed all over the wall, and the chandeliers and railings had long been broken.

The mess is not enough to describe the scene in the hall. To be honest, it is very surprising that this building can still be kept upright. The cracks and gaps are all over the walls. The main castle of the Lord Castle seems to be a dangerous building to be demolished at this moment.

Ez Haynes was even unable to maintain his beastly form, with fingers growing on the edge of his wings; the necromancer opposite him had a red face, the long claws on his right arm were not intact, a large piece of flesh was torn off his shoulders, and his clothes were also ragged.

But this does not mean that both sides suffered losses. The apprentice saw the broken spikes pierced deeply into the Falcon's body, and the wound was covered in blood, which was terrible.

Layers of black smoke flowed through the feathers and flesh that were pierced by magic. Uriel felt panic like boiling water overflowing from the pot, and he could hardly look at such a tragic image.

Even thinking about the reasons for the change of Newell's magic power, Cecilia's shadow flew past the apprentice's eyes—

Goddess, why do you take away more?

Excessive blood loss brought dizziness and numbness. The druid fell on a collapsed stone slab. Uriel hurried over and was extremely glad to find that he was still breathing.

The apprentice tried to move him, and the wound was bleeding, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to move again. However, the necromancer behind him had regained combat power after landing, and Newell's injury did not affect the use of magic.

But it was too late, they were all going to die here.

Uriel pointed his sword at the priest, even though he knew that simple moves were meaningless in the face of magic.

What's more, the apprentice really doesn't have much confidence in these two tricks that are full of loopholes.

"Who are you?" Newell didn't mind communicating with a newcomer who had just changed his job. Although this was a bit incredible, he did not have the arrogant attitude that the nobles of the nobles in the Manager Shuno.

"One of the innocent people you persecuted." Ulier replied.

"You are not innocent, because living is original sin."

"To be honest, I have never heard of the theories you admire until today. Thanks to the Kingdom's Rangers and Cultural Inspectors, who worked diligently to keep their posts so that your mind-wrong-minded people would not be spread everywhere."

Uriel stared at the priest's face gradually becoming ugly, his tone was full of hatred: "Since you think death is worth chasing and life is only original sin, why are you still alive?"

"Most of the wizards of Gavash are living people, following your faith, they are all blasphemers!"

"Those who see the truth gain power from death, and therefore people praise Him." Newell calmed down, and felt that he could not make a fool of himself with a ghost, which was simply an act of losing his mind.

He raised his finger and was about to kill the two mysterious people in front of him who were in trouble: "Gavash is the land favored by Suverier, and it was originally part of Knox... After I find the scroll of vows and turn the Wiggins family into history, I will go there to worship the gods."

Death is approaching, Uriel is in a daze. At this moment, what the apprentice thinks about Newell's words - this necromancer has never been to Gavash?

Didn't he come from the country of the dead?

With resentment, the magic of curses weaves mysterious mystery. At noon, the blue sky is blazing, and ghosts are moving in the dim castle. Uriel only had time to cross the sword, and the withered magic hit the steel into hundreds of pieces of broken needles.

In an instant, these iron pieces pierced into the body. The apprentice felt the pain for the first time: the cold metal penetrated into the skin muscles, and half of his body became numb, followed by burning pain and itchyness; blood flowed down, making Uriel's eyes blurred. If he could choose, he would rather get a sword than suffer such torture.

Finally, there is the loss of heat, and life and fire will soon fade.

The boundless darkness and the ignorant eternity are death.

Uriel thought of the change of things. After it became a Knox bar, it only stayed in it for two days, but almost forgot what it was. Ms. Emma and the people who worked hard together in the laundry had blurred their faces. His seventeen years of life were bright in only two days after he arrived at Knox, so that when Uriel unconsciously went back to the fragments of his memory, he actually found that his brain was blank.

Only when Cecilia's red hair appeared in front of her eyes, the apprentice finally couldn't help but she could not help her tears.

"Cecilia..." He lay on the ground, the cold invaded his soul irresistibly. Uriel thought of his telling the girl in front of the collapsed ruins, and Joey told him about the meaning of life and the value that varies from person to person.

He broke his promise.

Suddenly, a broken voice sounded in nothingness—

Uriel stood at the main entrance of the hall and heard the druid's voice:

"Your last words before death will only make you die faster."

The apprentice seemed to be in a whirlpool.

It's the future again!

...

“What is reality?”

“Where will it start next?”

"I'll come a few more times! Goddess, what kind of hell is this magic!"

Uriel couldn't help but scream, he was going crazy.

"I have no magic anymore. How did this damn thing start?!"

But no matter how collapsed it is at this moment, the apprentice must take immediate measures. Should he use Mr. Ez's life to bet on the bet, is it an illusion or reality now?

Then he is really crazy.

Just directly reminding doesn’t work, and not reminding can’t change anything. What can we do to save the situation?

Uriel knew that he lacked calmness, but the successive twists were really upset; he felt that this was simply torture of will, and if he had not experienced the fire, he would have lost his mind.

The apprentice dared not test whether his belief was as strong as steel. It would be too ridiculous to ask a lower-level worker who was completely unique and had a war-torn mind. He would not overestimate his ability because he inexplicably ignited the fire.

Fortunately, Ulier is not alone-

He realized that his power was insignificant, but the mysterious war relied on not only magic, but also, or more importantly, mystery!

And he happened to have such a very mysterious thing on him.

Uriel unfolded the pampering scroll, but he still couldn't write it, but this did not affect it; the sheepskin inside the scroll was yellow, thin and smooth, and the full and bright divine text was shining brightly. The boy looked solemn and tried his best to recite in a less trembling voice:

"In Gaia's name-"
Chapter completed!