Magic Tower Starry Sky

Everyone thinks that they are the protagonists on the stage of life. But without someone, the world still goes on.

Everyone thinks he is a chess player in a chess game. In fact, it is only when he is eaten that he realizes that he is just a pawn.

Everyone feels like a hunter in a confrontation. When there is no way to escape, Fang realizes that he is the prey.

It wasn't until the magician sealed the last passage that the elders of Hannhui realized that they were actually the ones who fell into the trap.

The battle, which was originally a battle with a sure chance of winning, was completely different because of a dead person and a living person.

The command system of the Hannian Society was messed up first. Do you want to attack the group that challenged them, the leaders of the various organizations in the Bay of Storms; or resist the legendary figure who established an organization in his name but turned back; or hunt down the one who cut off everyone's retreat magician.

Especially in the darkness with only dim light, even if the members of the Hann Society have prepared night vision props and potions, it doesn't mean they have the means to grasp everything that happens in the underground palace. In addition, they are not the army, at most they are the level of street gangsters, at best they are some very skilled gangsters, no matter how high their skills are, they can't change the disadvantages of their going their own way.

When the anger of being cut off from the retreat subsided, and the gap in the number of the enemy and the enemy was no longer a reason to belittle the other party, the people of Hannhui finally understood their situation, but they were unable to change everything.

The front line besieging the leaders of the various organizations in the Gulf of Storms can be said to be the best part of the situation. But with Uzov Gantia's staff and the four silver-bearded dwarves as the backbone, the two magic apprentices fought fires everywhere. Although it was difficult to avoid injuries to their comrades in arms, they also maintained this front.

And the reason why Han Enhui couldn't invest more people in this line and form a stronger oppression, of course, was the stitched corpses and magicians who killed them.

As the core members of Hann's Society, they have watched Juyan Hann's battle more than once, and every time they saw their blood boil. Throwing punches can hurt people, and broken bones can hurt people; claws that are not sharp enough still have teeth, arms that are not strong enough still have legs! The stitched corpse is completely used in the way of exchanging injuries for injuries, punching to the flesh until the opponent is beaten to the ground.

Anyway, he was originally the deceased, so wherever the body was broken, he would replace some parts. And the reason why the damage rate is so high is because these body parts are not his body in the dark age and heyday. It is said that it is the remnant of the old god, a body pieced together from the body of the god. At that time, Juyan Hann was powerful enough to slaughter a god.

It's not that the members of Hannhui couldn't dig up the strong man's body and replace the broken limbs of the stitched corpse, but they didn't dare. Back then, with the limbs of ordinary humans, this stitched corpse could kill one alone, and a group of them would find it troublesome to encircle and suppress monsters.

Compared with the enemy, they are more afraid of this stitched corpse losing control. After all, they couldn't trust an undead who had survived the Dark Ages. That worry is now being fulfilled.

When Juyan Hann attacked them with the same ferocity, and even used techniques that he had never seen him use before, the people of Hannhui collapsed.

The exposed broken bone part of the severed arm is often precisely inserted into the fatal vital point. If he was slapped by his palm, or bumped by the shoulder, or leaned against the back, the person under attack would be as if boiling inside, dehydrated and then melted. And the process is rather slow and painful. At first, the people who confronted him didn't take it seriously, but when one victim after another appeared and joined the Hann Society, this group of people who did all kinds of crimes also felt scared.

If there is still some hope to be seen from him, it is that this stitched corpse is not invincible. As long as he can attack from his dead angle, he can always get some results. The weapon that was so huge that the word "despair" could be written on it became an insurmountable moat around the magician who didn't wear any armor.

The elders of the Hann Church did not rely on their age and blood relationship to achieve their current status. They are also ruthless people killed from the sea of ​​corpses, especially those magicians who think highly of themselves.

Usually when encountering such an opponent, just dispelling the magic on the opponent is enough to make them panic enough to make various wrong actions, and eventually die at their hands. When did they meet a magician like this one before them? Without auxiliary magic, he dared to fight against others with physical strength.

And dispelled all the magic effects on the magician, not only auxiliary magic, but also defensive magic, including the wind barrier that can deflect the trajectory of long-range weapons. A group of warriors who know how to use bows and arrows assembled in the shortest possible time and fired a volley of arrows.

In the twilight, there was only the sound of whistles, but no trace of arrow feathers. It should have been more deadly, but the magician who was supposed to be hit by the arrow did not stop his killing pace as if nothing had happened.

Even if he couldn't use the blink technique to escape his life, it was still a way to make the threat disappear from the front. The exile from another dimension is the real reliance for someone to save his own life. It's just that not many people can see it. In the eyes of others, those arrows that should have been shot at him but disappeared for no reason will only be regarded as their own dazzled.

When all the dust settled, Lin didn't leave anyone behind, and talked nonsense in front of the other party as if showing off, before finally sending them to death. Bad guys die because they talk too much, and he understands this truth better than anyone else. What's more, the other one didn't hold back either. He only used the light technique again after ending the life of the last enemy, lighting up every corner of the underground palace.

The stitched corpse that has not met the real death, only half of the body, an arm and a head are left. As for the remaining small half of the spine in the lower body, he seemed to have no feeling, allowing it to drag on the ground. Because he couldn't get up anymore, he leaned on the ground, crawling and crawling with only one arm, until he came to the Lich who had never made a move from the beginning to the end. He lowered his head again and said:

"His Majesty…"

Fern was the first to say, "You've become ridiculously weak."

The stitched corpse didn't reply, and didn't even answer. He just came in front of his master and humbly lowered his head, completely without the attitude of killing all directions that he had just now.

The lich stood up from the makeshift throne. Without the support of magic, the sand fell back to the ground like nothing happened. She came to her old subordinate, knelt down and said, "Call me Fen, just Fen Ni, don't call me Your Majesty. I hate that surname, and I hate what I did before."

"Yes Master."

Fern shrugged indifferently to the changed address, pulled out the machete from his back waist, and held it high. At the same time, he said: "Stony, look up."

The stitched corpse forced himself up and raised his head. The machete blade was shining like white light, but he didn't show any expression. It seems that he guessed the result, or he has already realized it?

I saw the Lich raised the knife and dropped it, and the head of the stitched corpse fell to the ground with a ding ding dong dong. All the people who were still alive to watch felt their hearts tighten. But Fen directly inserted the tip of the machete into that head, lifted it up, and said, "You are so weak, so weak that I don't even want to take you with me. Do this first, and help you when you have a chance." Recover your body. Also, abandon the surname 'Hann'. I forgot which **** gave it to you, it's completely meaningless. In this way, you have no objection."

"Okay, master. The corpse has no objections." The sutured corpse with only one head left can still speak, and even roll its eyeballs. But Fern took it for granted, took out a hemp rope that came from nowhere, passed it directly through Stone's temple, and came out from the other side. Tie the knot again, and it becomes a talking head that can be carried or held.

Seeing Fen's expression softened a lot, Lin knew that this was a knot in her heart that had been untied. That's why he dared to approach at this time, and asked about his two apprentices who were in a mess. "Well, it's all right. It looks good with hands and feet, so there should be no need to find some fresh limbs to connect you."

"Humph!" "Humph!" The two girls moved in unison, but one was on the left side and the other was on the right side, showing the back of their heads to their teacher. Someone was thrown into a daze. Out of the fighting state of adrenaline rush, someone's ability to think seems to have declined. In fact, it has not changed, just returned to the original level. For a while, he couldn't figure out how he provoked these two sisters-in-law.

The lich in a good mood didn't wait to see a good show. She directly revealed the answer, and said: "You are so angry that you didn't tell them, so you just jumped in and killed them all by yourself. They wanted to keep up, but I persuaded them to come down. The strength is not good, even thinking about it There is no way to keep your back~www.wuxiaspot.com~ They will add to the chaos by following in."

In this regard, someone can only make a haha, wry smile. Let them follow? I always feel that this is more dangerous for myself.

Only then did others notice a frightening fact. This magician didn't get any blood on his body!

You must know that when the Zhanjian knife goes down, blood will rain like rain. However, the person who stood closest had no trace of blood on his body.

But the fact is that someone who reads a lot of martial arts novels is very wary of someone who spits out a mouthful of poisonous blood before dying. So for the liquid that is about to splash on his body, or any uncertain things, Lin directly waits for him with the exile from another dimension. Only then did I make myself up and down, so clean that it looked like it had just been washed and dried.

Among the people present, the one who wanted to shout the most was actually Uzov Gantia. Regarding the man attached to the former demon king on the forum, the comment was 'a guy who is useless without the magic tower'.

He really wants those who commented like this to come here and have a look. Look at how **** this place was caused by a worthless guy. Although he was a different person in battle than in normal times, this did not affect his lethality.

He glanced at his close companion. The tacit understanding allowed them to understand some relatively simple things without opening their mouths. And when they looked at each other, they both smiled wryly at each other. Uzov Gantia silently increased the danger level of this magician by several levels. It is also listed as a target that cannot be provoked. Novel Network, Novel Network, everyone remember to bookmark or keep in mind the URL, the URL is m. Novel Network is free and fastest updated without anti-theft and no anti-theft. Report the wrong chapter. Ask for books and find books. To chat with book friends, please join the qq group: 647377658 (group number )