Necromancer Doomsday Walk

12 Scary Wizard()

"The Sinking Wizard: Hell Demon Clan, Projection, Level 2."

The fallen wizard looks very much like the chief of an African tribe. Of course, its skin is dark red, and it seems to have a pair of golden horns on its head. A white fang necklace hangs around its neck, and it is held in one hand.

Holding a skull and flag staff, one hand holds a snow-white shiny Michu long scimitar.

Although there was no sunlight, the scimitar still shone with a faint cold light.

Even though they were dozens of meters away, Tang Fan's eyes were still involuntarily attracted to the scimitar. He was sure that the scimitar was definitely not an ordinary thing.

Looking down at the machete in his hand, and then at the machete, Tang Fan had the urge to throw away the machete.

The body of the fallen wizard was thin and trembling when walking. The skull flag stick was supported like a cane, as if it had stepped into a coffin. Every step it took made Tang Fan think it was going to fall.

Or even die directly.

However, the level of the Sinking Wizard is higher than that of the Sinking Demon. Tang Fan constantly warned himself that he must not underestimate it and must be cautious and cautious. Who knows what kind of terrifying methods this seemingly dying thing has.

After killing a Sinking Demon, the big man with a saber and the young man with an iron pick also saw the appearance of the Sinking Wizard. However, since they did not have Tang Fan's abilities, they naturally had no way of knowing that the Sinking Wizard was a more terrifying existence than the Sinking Demon.

The big man with the saber was better. After all, he was a man who had experienced the storm and did not have the impatience of young people. The young man with an iron pick who had just killed a fallen demon was so energetic that his blood was boiling. He ignored the other two fallen demons who seemed to be fleeing in embarrassment. He shouted and raised his hand.

He picked up the pickaxe and rushed towards the fallen wizard.

"Wait a minute." The big man with the saber still felt something was wrong and shouted quickly.

But the young man with an iron pick didn't look back, he just shouted: "Watch me smash it to death."

The sunken wizard's seemingly cloudy eyes suddenly revealed a fierce light, and his lips trembled rapidly a few times. In less than two seconds, he waved his skull flag and stick.

With a roar, a burst of thick red mist suddenly appeared from the eye sockets and mouth of the skull on the top of the flagstaff. The mist quickly gathered within a second and turned into a fireball the size of a football.

The fireball was like a meteor, dragging a long flame tail and shooting at the young man with a pickaxe at a high speed of twenty meters per second.

The blazing heat rushed toward his face, and the young man with an iron pickaxe was only a few dozen meters away from the fallen wizard.

For almost a second, the young man Tie Hao was so frightened that he had no time to dodge.

With a bang, the fireball hit the young man named Iron Pickaxe, and the sparks flew like fireworks exploding. The young man named Iron Pickaxe's body was torn apart by the impact and explosion of the fireball, without even a scream.

With a clang, the flying iron pickaxe landed more than ten meters away, making a small hole in the hard ground. Flames burned on the iron pickaxe.

Sparks fell one after another, reflecting the completely dull faces of the people. On the ground, the body of the young man was surrounded by flames and burned, making a hissing sound. His head was rolling with flames, leaving a black mark on the ground.

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Horror, shock, despair, silence.

As if the Sinking Wizard had done something insignificant, its lips trembled a few times again, and a golden light shone on the skull, bit by bit like the cold stars in the night sky.

As the Sinking Wizard waved his skull flag stick, a golden light like a cold star suddenly appeared on the body of the Sinking Demon, which was jointly killed by the big man with the saber and the young man with the iron pickaxe. Then, the blood flowed back from the wounds on the Sinking Demon,

Healed in the blink of an eye, a carp stood upright, and the Sinking Demon stood up again.

"Mom, run quickly."

"Monster...monster..."

"Wuwu... don't kill me..."

It was chaos. Those who reacted were all in chaos. A fireball directly blew people to pieces. The dead monsters were not only resurrected but also full of health. This was beyond the limit of what they could bear. They did not collapse on the spot.

It's already very good.

The face of the big man with the saber became extremely ugly, and the monster he had tried so hard to kill was resurrected easily.

Is there really no way to survive?

Some of the dozen or so people at the back were squatting in the corner, shivering and crying, while others were running to the stairs in panic. What they had discussed just now, about leaving here together, had long been forgotten, and no one was there.

Remember.

After the Sinking Wizard resurrected the Sinking Devil, he continued to walk forward. Its speed was very slow, like a turtle, and the time it took to take a few steps was almost five times as long as a normal person walking.

The fallen wizard stopped again and looked at the big man with a saber with fierce eyes.

When the big man with a saber saw this look, he suddenly felt as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He recalled in his mind the scene of the young man with an iron pickaxe being blown to pieces by a fireball, and he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart.

With a scream, the big man with the saber retreated quickly. Even though he was mentally frightened, he knew better than to face the monster with his back, especially a monster that could release fireballs to attack at high speed.

Sure enough, the fallen wizard chanted the spell again, waved the skull flag and staff, and a burst of high-temperature red mist reappeared, and a fireball quickly shot towards the big man with a saber.

The distance between the big man with the saber and the fallen wizard was more than fifty meters. For the fireball to fly over these fifty meters, it would take two and a half seconds, which was enough time for the big man with the saber, who had rich combat experience, to react.

He rolled sideways on the spot and felt a hot breath rush past him quickly.

A bang came from behind, a fireball hit the wall behind, and sparks mixed with high-temperature cement fragments flew away. The two people who were so frightened that their legs were weak and squatting in the corner, howling, were directly hit by the high-temperature fragments.

and sparks flying.

The terrible fragments broke through their skin, penetrated into the flesh and reached the bones. Sparks fell on their clothes and hair, and suddenly burned, and the fire grew in size in the blink of an eye.

"Ah... help..."

"Help me...I don't want to die yet..."

The two firemen rolled around on the ground, letting out shrill cries, but their voices gradually became fainter until they disappeared completely. The fire on their bodies was not extinguished and was still burning.

When the big man with a saber saw two living people being burned alive, he felt a sense of desolation and deep anger in his heart for no reason.

"Come on, monster." The man with the saber stood up quickly, held the knife in both hands and faced the fallen wizard, and roared with determination: "Today, either you die or I die."