Path of light

Chapter 629 630. War of the Lich 2

The Great Swordsman Alvin summoned the phantom of an elven great swordsman again, and the phantom instantly turned into a real body. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, he blocked the fatal blow of the lich with a two-handed greatsword.

Byron Thor took the opportunity to grab Linglan Bronzebeard's belt and desperately dragged him back.

The Great Swordsman Alvin picked up the Great Magician Dalakli, and the two rushed to the edge of the black fog with all their strength.

Roy fell behind the two, and a ten-meter-high Holy Light Tree appeared in the black fog. The flowers of light on the crown of the tree all bloomed, and a large amount of holy light power gushed out from the stamens of the flowers of light...

These holy lights melted a large area of ​​black fog and blocked the steps of the lich.

The lich was a little afraid of the Holy Light Tree, and it actually stopped in front of the Holy Light Tree...

The Holy Light Tree only lasted for fifteen seconds before it was completely annihilated in the thick black fog.

Roy held the Book of Judgment in his right hand. He ran while waiting for an opportunity. He wanted the lich to come closer so that he could throw the Hammer of Judgment in his hand.

Seeing that the lich wrapped in black mist was about to catch up from behind, Roy felt his palms full of sweat.

His heart was beating wildly, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he took steps forward as if he had no consciousness at all.

He held the silver hammer transformed by holy light, and secretly glanced back. The lich flew over quickly, and it seemed that its eyes were completely locked on Roy...

A strong sense of crisis lingered in his heart...

The lich behind him was a sixth-level dark monster. For second-level strongmen like Alvin and Byron Thor, it was also an extremely dangerous existence.

Roy was only a first-level high priest...

In front of the powerful strength of the lich, all Roy's resistance was in vain. He could not stop the lich's attack.

There were a group of ghouls and ghosts around the lich. Once these guys surrounded him, Roy felt that he might be completely left behind...

There was still some distance to the location where the six magicians set up the magic circle. Roy felt that he would definitely not be able to outrun the lich.

He felt a little complicated. At this moment, he wanted to turn around and fight to the death with the lich chasing him from behind.

Just as Roy slowed down his pace, Byron Thor, who was running desperately with the dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard, suddenly turned back and shouted to Roy:

"Roy, why are you standing there in a daze? Run!"

Roy suddenly woke up from his trance. He didn't know when he stopped. He was standing there stupidly, staring at the lich chasing him from behind.

...

Pieces of snow fell in the black fog. Those large pieces of goose feather snowflakes fell on Roy's face, which felt particularly cool...

The lich chasing behind Roy also stopped. It looked up at the sky with some confusion.

Not only were there large flakes of snow falling, but there were also icicles hidden in the snow. These icicles kept falling from the sky and hitting the lich one after another.

The ghouls in the black fog were hit by the icicles falling from the sky and were nailed firmly to the sand.

The ghosts flying back and forth in the black fog were also hit by the icicles, and then they turned into a wisp of black air and merged back into the black fog.

‘Snowstorm’

Roy and Grams had cooperated many times in the wild in the dark land. He was very familiar with the magic of blizzard, but the blizzard in front of him was more than twice as big as the blizzard cast by Grams, and there were also sharp icicles in the blizzard.

Roy came to his senses and continued to run forward following Byron Thor’s footsteps.

Of course, when he rushed to the edge of the black fog, he saw Mage Elaud holding a staff in both hands, and the light blue magic pattern array under his feet was constantly condensing a large amount of ice elements. These ice elements rushed to the sky and formed an ice cloud above the lich's head. The snowflakes and ice cones fell from the ice cloud.

Roy didn't have time to say hello to Mage Elaud, and a wooden door appeared out of thin air in front of him. The wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and a white little hand grabbed Roy and pulled him into the portal.

When Roy walked out of the portal, he saw Mage Cedric standing in front of him, smiling at him...

Great Swordsman Alvin hugged Mage Dalakli, and Byron Thor dragged the dwarf uncle Linglan Bronzebeard out of the portal one after another.

Mage Jonas, who was guarding the portal, put the portal into his magic waist bag.

"Good job, everyone! Let's take a break."

Grand Mage Cedric said to Roy and the others with a satisfied smile on his face.

Then he asked Roy:

"Roy, how are you doing? Can you still help them with treatment?"

Although Roy consumed more than half of the Holy Light power during his escape, he was not injured.

"Sure!"

After Roy finished speaking, he walked to Grand Mage Darakli and cast a Holy Light spell on him. Seeing that he just fainted, he began to check the condition of the dwarf uncle Linglan Bronzebeard...

...

After Mage Elaud covered Mage Jonas to take back the portal, he quickly stopped the 'blizzard'.

He glanced at the lich in the black fog, rode on the magic broom, and flew towards the direction of the magic circle almost sticking to the sand.

The lich in the black mist once again let out a strange laugh that was penetrating. The laughter was like the cries of countless wronged souls in the howling cold wind. The black mist surged, and countless ghouls and ghosts chased after Magister Ellaud again.

In fact, this place is already on the edge of the Lich's territory.

The lich rarely goes out of its territory. This time it was attracted by Roy's aura of holy light and lost its mind...

It didn't even see that Magister Elaud was obviously much stronger than other elves.

The soul fire in its eye sockets kept beating, and the Lich took a greedy breath from all around. The remaining smell of the holy light made it feel a little uncomfortable, but it smelled some long-desired smell from the holy light.

A large sheet of black mist enveloped the Lich's body and surged forward like crazy.

The dark creatures living in Haiti retreated...

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Roy was squatting behind a boulder next to the magic circle, checking the injury of the dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard.

This time the dwarf uncle was seriously injured.

After all, the other party is a lich on the verge of madness.

It struck with all its strength, even if Linglan Bronzebeard held a dwarf chain shield to block it, and even if he wore a suit of heavy armor, he still could not block the Lich's heavy blow...

The dwarf's chain shield didn't know where to fly, and the heavy armor on his body was smashed into bumps, especially the dent on the breastplate, which almost completely broke the bones of the chest cavity.

This set of dwarf heavy armor is almost on the verge of being scrapped. At least if the breastplate wants to continue to be used, it needs to be reshaped...

After unbuckling the breastplate, it was no longer possible to take off the heavy breastplate from Linglan Bronzebeard's body normally.

With the help of Byron Thor, Roy spent a lot of effort to take off these heavy scraps of copper and iron...

Opening up the blood-stained shirt, I finally saw the injuries on the dwarf uncle's body. Under the heavy blow, all of his sternums were broken. There were even two broken sternums that penetrated the chest diaphragm and inserted into the edge of the stomach bag. There was only a small gap. A little can damage your liver.

Linglan Bronzebeard's right arm was also broken, and it was broken into three parts.

Relying on the strong physique of the dwarf, even if Linglan Bronzebeard was injured like this, his breathing was still very stable.

Roy poured him a bottle of high-quality life potion, and many bruises on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Byron Thor looked at the sleeping Linglan Bronzebeard and whispered:

"When I first saw him, he was like this, lying covered in injuries in the alley of St. Margaret's Harbor, piled with rubbish..."

Roy was stunned for a moment before he realized that St. Margaret's Harbor was a seaport city in the Dark Moon Elf Kingdom.

"Dwarves are so strong... These injuries may make it difficult for a Silver Moon Elf, even a third-level master, to persevere." Byron Thor continued: "But dwarves are different. , their vitality is stronger than that of weeds.”

Roy cast a Holy Light spell again, and the wounds on Bronzebeard's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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Not long after, I saw Magister Elaud riding a magic harpoon. He was flying almost close to the ground, and the sky was filled with dust behind him.

About one kilometer behind Magister Elaud, there was a large piece of black mist that kept rolling over, and it was rushing over. The black mist was filled with strange sounds of howling ghosts and howling wolves.

The figure of the lich is at the forefront of the black mist.

Its upper body was almost completely exposed from the black mist. Looking from a distance, it turned out to be more than ten meters tall.

Seeing the lich appear, several magisters waiting beside the magic circle breathed a sigh of relief.

Grand Magician Opea, who was standing behind Magister Jonas, even let out a low cry:

"It's coming."

"Let's stay out of the way and be careful. Don't scare this guy away. Even though he looks so vicious now, this guy is actually very timid. If he smells the slightest bit of danger, he will run away immediately." Qiao Magister Yisi stared at the lich and whispered.

It can be seen that his eyes are full of fighting spirit.

Magister Elaud looked very handsome riding a magic harpoon, especially when he was wearing a spacious magic robe. He was flying on the flat ground covered with fine black sand. It reminded Roy of the motorcycle gangs he had seen in his previous life. …

Magister Elaud flew directly over the magic circle.

The magic circle in front of him has been covered by a layer of fine black sand.

If you look at it coldly, it's hard to see any flaws...

The Lich's body was almost completely exposed outside the black mist. The black mist was its real range of perception. He poked his head out of the black mist. Even if he saw Magister Elaud fleeing in front of him, he could not feel the danger around him. breath.

So it almost didn't slow down at all and rushed into the magic circle.

"Open the magic circle..."

As Magister Cedric issued the order, the Lich felt that the sand under his feet suddenly emitted a light blue magical halo, spreading rapidly outward in circles...