"Don't use large-scale magic, pay attention to protecting your teammates, find the scroll of vows based on the position where the golden dust flew out...this is all."

Uriel thought about it and couldn't find any loopholes, so hesitated and stopped.

The young man had no objection. He seemed unwilling to spend more energy, and he felt that it was mostly difficult for the necromancer. If he could put in some effort to solve the problem, Joey would undoubtedly do so at this time.

This really made the apprentice feel a little weird. Joy had no lazy side in his impression. However, things were not controlled by people only, there were too many external factors: thinking that Chloita once owed a favor to Lord Venewards because of his reason, the messenger's attitude was not difficult to explain.

Just as he was about to turn around, Uriel suddenly thought that he had forgotten the most important point, slapped his forehead and quickly added: "Finally, help me attract the enemy's attention."

Without Joey's help, the apprentice would probably not even be close. If Katie appears, it would arouse the necromancer's vigilance. But then again, why didn't he let Joey send the black cat near?

Uriel felt that this idea was much better than risking himself, but he knew that he wanted to do it himself.

This is meaningless persistence, both unsafe and risky. The apprentice knows that this is the sequelae brought to him by emotional fluctuations, but who can abandon his true self? Uriel thinks he probably can't do it - he has embarked on this path because of his feelings for Cecilia.

If he retreats at this moment, then he is no longer Urial. He vowed.

"What are you going to do?" Joey asked suddenly, "I can't kill him."

"I'm going to send his soul back to hell."

The apprentice replied, preparing to start. "The book of vows is in the hall, the focus is on grasping the timing. Grab him first, and then cut off the supply of magic."

"It's reasonable." The young man agreed, neither asking how the apprentice did it, nor caring about how confident Ulier was. "But there is one thing."

"What?"

“The future is variable.”

Uriel knew what he was talking about, and tacit understanding was gradually established by people in the battle. Joey was worried that he had changed the future without authorization based on the foreseeable picture, which caused an unexpected surprise.

"That's at most back to the origin." He is not afraid of losing control of the future. To survive, one must first have the courage to face the unknown. Even if he doesn't understand anything, he still has to survive.

"..." Joey didn't say anything, but seemed to be satisfied with his answer. The wind and snow suddenly became sharp, and he seemed to be serious again.

Uriel was rushing through the ruins, and the ice curtain rising from the ground was still moving, and he immediately felt different.

Ice and Snow Crown

‘Under the throne, all the ministers in all fields’

This is a magic that combines both offense and defense.

The blooming thorns are intertwined and connected, forming an airtight circular barrier, as if the God of Winter is left on the crown of ice and snow on the earth. And the cold wind is passing by, and the messenger is gone.

Uriel almost fell down, and his mood was so complicated that it was hard to describe - so you were still paddling before!

The ghost creature hit the shield wall and knocked itself into a ball of plasticine; then corroded light flew around, piercing through its comrades and itself.

The undead let out an angry scream.

And right in the outer hall of the castle, York and Paint were busy dragging Danlfin outside the pit. The two unlucky mercenaries were left behind by the young man and had to rely on their legs to come to Frost Leaf Castle. Fortunately, they were not too late yet, otherwise they would have to collect the body of Ez and the Princess of Four Leaf Leader.

"Master Messenger!" The dwarf shouted quickly.

The orange-faced mercenary felt that his voice had never been so guilty. He could not imagine how thick the ice sculpture would have turned them into if Joey learned that the two were quietly discussing themselves. Maybe it would have been as heavy as an armor.

But at this moment, a golden mist floated out of the druid's body—

No wonder Uriel didn't notice it when he was in the hall. The cunning necromancer actually hid the scroll of vows on the druid. The apprentice did not dare to move around Mr. Ez, who was frozen.

The undead spirit screamed. The ice melted silently, the wet air flow shaved across the cheeks, and the dwarf's beard lifted up.

"Roasting wind!" he shouted, and the candle was extinguished.

York was stunned, unable to figure out what was going on.

He heard loud screams and thunders not far away, but it was not in the hall; the wind and snow shaking the castle, tearing off the beams and bricks, and they smashed at his feet into powder.

"No, no! Stop!"

The swamp of vows had flew away from the druid, two gray shadows wrapped around it, and the mystery rippled in the sea of ​​magic.

Ice and snow followed closely behind, and the speed of flying in the sky was beyond expectations. The frosty white ice ling rushed upwards and wrapped the druid's body on the platform. Then suddenly pulled up the spikes, spreading like a snake, catching up with the sky.

York's heart fell like a city gate with a padlock broken, and was then pulled up under the cover of ice. The turn of the circles was hard to describe. The light elemental creature suspected that its nerves were almost losing sensitivity in the constant rhythm.

His shout turned into a relief gasp, and Paint rolled away from the smashed brick, and knocked him to the edge of the platform.

"Pull him down!" the dwarf growled in a hoarse voice.

York pulled Ez out of the safe footing he had just chosen. Now the entire castle is not safe. The mercenary captain did not care about his rude movements to hurt the seriously injured. It would be even more dangerous if he was left there.

Fortunately, Joey's ice once again attached a solid layer of defense to Ez. He fell heavily on the ground. If it were not hindered, it would probably kill the Druid.

The dwarf glared at York: "Sirte is on the way, are you smacking the iron? I almost treat you as my fellow tribe!"

"Can your fellow tribe break out of the undead army and still be full of energy after passing through most of the city?" Guang Element's face was almost turning yellow, which was his exhausted expression. "Come and help, you stupid dwarf, I can't drag him!"

The dwarf Paint was equally exhausted, but the two of them worked together to finally get Ezra off the platform.

Their decision could not be wiser, because the next second the narrow platform collapsed. The swamp of vows was scattered away from the cold blockade, and a gray shadow swung the sheepskin roll around and sprinkled a bunch of green flames from the scroll of paper.

"Nether magic!" The light elemental life couldn't help but retreat a little, thinking that the green flame was farther away. These non-human creatures born in the Flashing Pool were extremely disgusted with anything related to shadows.

The Swirl Pool is the elemental territory created by Lucia, the goddess of light. There are rumors that it was once His Kingdom of God, and the angels led the devout believers to ascend to it. However, creatures in the mysterious realm know that the souls of the dead either go to the Kingdom of the Dead or are wandering and waiting for rebirth. The gods have long left them.

Living in the world of light is not easy, so humans are extinct there. Pure light nurtured its life, some fairies and light element creatures, and many monsters who like to stay in bright places.

Like the sinking plane Gavash, the Flashing Pool has to rely on Knox because it lacks the cornerstone of balance - or they are part of Knox. This incomplete world is more likely to be mysterious than Knox.

The gray shadow threw magic at the bottom, and the fire became weaker and weaker.

But York noticed that there was another soul on the roll, supporting it with the magic of the mysterious object. This soul that came from nowhere was much quieter than the necromancer, but also weaker.

"Did you see?" He stared at the area that was not corroded by death. The scroll of vows would not be damaged by magic. York pushed the dwarf and signaled him to see there: "It seems like there is something."

However, Paint could not see anything except gold powder: "Maybe there is, do you think I can see the soul? I am a dwarf! Not an elemental creature!"

He roared angrily.

"If you can't see it, it's really a soul." The young mercenary leader pretended not to hear it. He watched the ice and snow turn into a blade, forcing the soul of the necromancer to flee around with the paper scroll; at the same time, he skillfully reduced the flying trajectory to a range, as if he was hunting a pack of wolves with single elks.

The fatal blow came faster than he thought. A icy rubbed across the tail of the paper roll, and the messenger opened the roaming right away, condensed from his five fingers, and caught the cunning fish in the blink of an eye.

The mercenary captain didn't even have time to turn his thoughts from his soul to the wolf pack, and he was shocked.

"Wait!" Joey heard York shout, "and Ez's soul is still there!"

The messenger reacted quickly and immediately shook his fingers. The ice lock rubbed the swept of oath and broke the brick wall behind.

He turned around to look at the ice sculpture on the ground. Danlfin was lying well beside the pit, but Ez looked pale. Joey moved his eyes to the sky again, and the tenacious undead was still struggling.

"Did you see this?" Knowing that Uriel couldn't hear him, the young man narrowed his eyes, "Then I'll make a decision for you."

The ice is connected into a curtain—

Silent chanter!

The extreme cold stretched out his hand from nothingness and strangled everyone's throat. The evening sunset finally disappeared in the castle, and the only thing left was the midwinter.

...The scroll of oath fell down and knocked hard on the ground.

The undead lost its attachment and disappeared. The remaining soul could not escape and inevitably became a statue in magic.

York couldn't believe he actually took a heavy hand: "How can you--"

"He's still alive." Joey picked up the parchment, and the ice and snow melted immediately.
Chapter completed!