Archmage Of The Undead

More than fifty dark warriors were released by Huo Ling and rushed into the small cave cavity, except for a few remaining in front of An Rurui to prevent her from being killed.

The other dark warriors all chopped down the remaining jackal warriors with more attacks and fewer attacks. They did not have an advantage in numbers and strength, and in the previous battle, a lot of combat power was consumed by the members of the Spark Hunting Group.

Now they encountered a new force of dark warriors. How could these gnolls withstand it? Each and every one of them was hacked to death in this cave.

"I surrender, I surrender! Don't kill me!"

The defensive talismans on the Jackal Shaman's body were broken one by one. Some were caused by Huo Ling's spell attacks, and some were chopped by the knives of the dark warriors surrounding him.

Seeing that all the other jackals were killed in the battle, the shaman couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly.

"I am willing to be a prisoner, and I am willing to let my family give me money in exchange for not killing me!" Seeing that the attack of the dark warrior stopped, the jackal shaman who felt that there was something wrong continued to shout.

"Throw away your talismans and space equipment!" Huo Ling's voice came from afar.

"Okay... okay, okay!" The jackal shaman agreed happily and immediately started to take off his things. All the equipment on his body was thrown away, and a lot of talismans were thrown on the ground.

After Huo Ling asked the dark warrior to pick up these things, he came not far from the jackal shaman.

Undo the magic!

Undo the magic!

After releasing several consecutive dispelling spells, the Jackal Shaman no longer had any passive spells on his body, not even the shield.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm valuable! Look at our hair, I'm the heir of a great noble! Living is worth more than dead." The shaman raised his hands, looked at Huo Ling, and whispered said.

Huo Ling looked at his golden hair. He was indeed a noble jackal. He should save his life first.

"How can I trust that you won't suddenly resist and run away?" Huo Ling stood in the distance.

"I have a slave collar, I will give it to you." The gnoll shaman knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Take it, don't play tricks." Huo Ling cast a spell and released a spear of filth, which stayed nearby.

The jackal knelt on the ground, carefully hooked a finger on the space equipment, and threw a collar out of it.

The slave collar is a type of enchanted equipment. Huo Ling has seen it before, but he didn't buy it because he didn't need it.

Regardless of whether you are a warrior or a spell caster, if you bring this thing with you, you will basically be at the mercy of others.

After putting this thing on and piercing the body, the body is like a reservoir that has opened its gates. Whether it is fighting spirit or magic power, it will continue to pour out until the last drop is left.

If a warrior has no fighting spirit and can still rely on the strength of his body to have some combat effectiveness, then the spell caster is finished. Whether it is divine power, magic power, or some messy things, a spell caster without the ability to cast spells is far from relying on his body. It is not as good as the fighting ability of a warrior.

Huo Ling and the Dark Warrior picked up the collar, then checked it carefully and threw it in front of the jackal after making sure it was OK.

"Do you really want to wear it?" the jackal shaman asked in a low voice.

"You don't have to wear it." Huo Ling smiled slightly, and then the dark warrior next to him raised his sword.

"I wear it, I wear it!" The jackal shaman quickly picked up the collar that was stained with a lot of bat excrement. He looked at the dark warrior holding a knife beside him and didn't bother to wipe it. He closed his eyes and put it on. .

"Crack!"

After putting on the slave collar, the shaman was like a deflated balloon, with all the strength flowing out of his body.

"Why don't you kill him!!" A hoarse female voice came from behind, her tone full of murderous intent.

"They killed my little blackie! I want him dead!"

Huo Ling turned around and saw An Rurui supporting Xiaoye, who was seriously injured. Druid Xiaoye was looking at the jackal shaman with hatred in his eyes, gnashing his teeth and wanting to eat him alive.

Seeing this, the Jackal Shaman glanced at Huo Ling nervously, and then hid beside a dark warrior.

"He is my prisoner now. It's not your turn to dictate." Huo Ling glanced at Xiaoye and ignored her.

This woman's brain was rusty, and Huo Ling didn't want to help her move her brain.

"Stop dawdling, let's go, it's not safe here either."

After saying these words, Huo Ling packed up the several silver-level jackal corpses here and asked the dark warrior to carry the jackal shaman and walk out.

"Sister An, it's okay, I saved you. I don't care if you seek death yourself. You have to pay for your things!"

"Sister An, what did you promise him?" After hearing this, Xiaoye, who was being supported, asked with a pale frown.

"Let's talk about it when we get back. What he said makes sense. It's not safe here."

An Rurui shook her head and kept silent about the conditions for agreeing to Huo Ling. She just helped the wounded out of the cave.

In the end, Huo Ling was kind and summoned a few Skeleton Warriors to come out and carry the wounded away. Otherwise, he didn't know how long it would take to get back to the mine.

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Hurrying slowly, Huo Ling finally rushed back to the mine before dawn and found someone to arrange a room for the Xinghuo women to recover from their injuries.

Although Huo Ling can also do healing spells, he is too lazy to treat these women now. It is good to provide them with a place.

The dark warrior took the captured Jackal Shaman and imprisoned him until Huo Ling had time to interrogate him.

As for now, the top priority is of course to go find An Rurui and get the harvest.

After Huo Ling rescued everyone in Xinghuo, the hell contract in his mind was completed and turned into a magic element and dissipated.

The hell contract itself does not have much constraints on Huo Ling. Even if he cannot rescue the women of Xinghuo, he will not be affected by the contract, but he will not be able to earn the heart of the ancient tree.

But now that the contract is completed, there is no contract in my mind, and I still feel relieved.

Huo Ling came outside the room where the Starfire Hunting Group rested, and used his mental power to send a message to An Rurui inside, calling her out.

"Sister An, my task has been completed. It's time for you to give me something." Huo Ling looked at her with a smile.

An Rurui looked at him with a complicated expression, then looked back at the other sisters resting in the room: "Let's go, this is not the right place."

Huo Ling took her to a conference room, sat down and looked at An Rurui.

"Junior...can I spend magic stones to buy this Ancient Wood Heart?" An Rurui said hesitantly after sitting down.

Seeing this, the smile on Huo Ling's face faded and his expression turned cold. He said calmly: "Senior, do you know what you are talking about? Are you going to violate the contract?"

"I don't violate the contract. I can give you the heart of the ancient wood first, and then buy it back with the magic stone." An Rurui looked a little embarrassed.

"My sisters and I obtained this Heart of Ancient Wood together. Now I suddenly give it to you, and they don't even know about it. I don't want this..."

"Miss An, do you have so many magic stones?" Huo Ling looked at her calmly and suddenly said with a smile.