Red Blood Dragon Knight

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Those soldiers who rushed into the harbor found that the gray-black fog was extremely strange.

It rose from a distance, like a sea wave, rushing towards them. In the blink of an eye, they surrounded them.

The scenery that was clearly visible all around was suddenly cut off by the mist. Everyone desperately earned wide eyes, and they could only see the distance of three or four feet around them.

The strange situation made the soldiers feel a panic of fear instinctively.

They stopped one after another, gathered back to back, and looked around carefully. But the surrounding area is still blurred.

In desperation, everyone had to **** their ears and listen to the surrounding movement.

At this time, the surroundings are extremely quiet. Except for their breathing, there was no sound at all.

Suddenly, there was a low moan from not far away. The voice was full of pain, hoarse, dull, and extremely ugly.

A group of soldiers couldn't help but look at each other. They turned around and looked at the lieutenant beside him with inquiring eyes.

The lieutenant hesitated.

This fog is really weird, even scary. If he changed time and place, he would definitely be the first to turn around and escape.

But this is Ai Ting Island, he is the officer here, and he is responsible for defending the land. Now that such a big thing has suddenly happened here, he has the responsibility to figure it out.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and waved forward vigorously.

A group of soldiers looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes, but then they clenched the weapon in their hands and silently walked forward in the direction pointed by the officer.

The gray mist came silently, swallowing the place where they were originally standing.

A group of soldiers moved forward slowly. As they moved, although the distance was still blurred, the scenery around them gradually became clear.

Throwing all kinds of messy things:

Ropes, buckets, broken wood chips, overturned carts, torn bags...

Not far away there was a broken corpse poured into the filthy blood water, and the blood water continued to emit yellow smoke and sneered, and within a few breaths, the corpse completely melted.

Seeing this scene before them, the soldiers couldn't help but widened their eyes in surprise, and then cautiously bypassed the pool of blood and continued forward.

Following the direction of the sound, they took a few steps, and then they saw a person lying down on the ground not far in front.

The man was lying on the ground, shaking and moaning in pain.

A soldier walked over immediately, only to see that the civilian was hit by a spell on the back and was bloody.

The soldier had no doubt about him, and reached out his hand to turn the man over, and asked nervously, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Ho...Ho!" a hoarse moan came from the civilian's throat.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The soldier was surprised to see that his eyes were all black. The strange eyes made the soldier let go and threw him to the ground. Then, he was about to retreat in a panic.

But the civilian suddenly stood up with his arms, opened his big mouth, exposing his mouthful of yellow teeth, let out a strange roar, and bit at the soldier's leg.

The soldier who was caught off guard was bitten in his calf by him.

The soldiers screamed loudly immediately, using their hands and feet to push the man away from his legs.

The surrounding warriors rushed over quickly and pulled away the biting civilians.

I saw that the soldier's calf was bitten off with a piece of meat, and the blood gurgled out.

The soldier fell to the ground holding his calf, screaming in pain, and rolling back and forth.

The civilian who was caught by several soldiers still struggled and yelled, trying to bite and hold his soldier.

"What's going on?" The soldiers couldn't help panicking.

Just now.

"Get out of the way!" With a loud roar, a person rushed over and struck the civilian's head with a long sword, chopped off his head, and thick dark purple blood flowed from the corpse.

"Arthur, what are you doing? Crazy."

The soldier called Arthur gritted his teeth and shouted: "This is the **** zombie, zombie! Do you understand. This is the dark magic of the Necromancer."

"They... they are all up!" a soldier yelled in panic.

Everyone couldn't help but froze, then turned their heads and looked around.

I don't know when, they have been surrounded by shaking civilians.

The civilians...no, the zombies shook, roared, stretched out their hands, and slowly rushed towards them.

The officer immediately stopped hesitating when he saw this place, and shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat, leave here, retreat!"

The soldiers immediately received an amnesty, erected the soldier who had been bitten, and then turned around and ran.

Hearing the screams of Ruman soldiers and then retreating, the Lich glanced contemptuously outside the port.

He knew exactly that outside the mist, under the sun, a large number of soldiers were standing there tremblingly, at a loss.

When the fog rose, the resident commander found that something was wrong. Except for a small group of people rushing in, everyone else stopped under his orders.

He couldn't help but smiled contemptuously, and secretly said in his heart: With a simple resurrection zombie spell, Ruman's regular army was blocked out, it seems that the human army is not good.

Lich knows that these lowest-level zombies are actually useless, they can only be active for a period of time, and they have no attack ability, so they can be killed easily, which is more frightening.

However, it was the first time for human beings to see them. It scared them and bought a lot of time for themselves.

Of course he has more powerful spells, but he has to prepare for the next battle. He knows that Ruman's reinforcements will be coming soon, which may include priests or wizards of the Holy See.

But the lich didn't care, but looked at the steam engine still rumbling in front of him intently. Although there is no human operation. But before the boiler cools down, it continues to operate according to inertia.

"I want to see what you are." The Lich muttered as he looked at the giant steel beast in front of him.

He circled the steam engine again, found a place that seemed weak to him, chanted a spell in a low voice, and then his arm shook, and a green ball the size of a grinding disc appeared in the air, whistling. Hit the big iron can of the steam engine.

The spell immediately worked.

In a sour sound of "chichi", the surface of the iron can was quickly corroded, and the iron skin thinned and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The lich stared at the steam engine intently.

Despite his disdain, the Lich was still very interested in this machine that could lift several tons of cargo with only a fire.

The steel was corroded by spells and turned into liquid, and the Lich smiled contentedly, and said in secret: No matter how clever alchemy you are, it will not withstand a blow in front of real magic.

The Lich was waiting to see the internal structure of the big iron can. At this moment, the corroded and weakened iron wall could no longer withstand the pressure in the steam can.

The hot water vapor suddenly spurted out from the rusty holes, making a hissing sound.

The Lich was standing in front of him, and when he was still caught off guard, hot steam suddenly sprayed on his face.

The pressure instantly tore the whole piece of iron wall, and the small hole suddenly turned into a hole the size of a human head, steam blasted out with a bang, covering the Lich in the white mist.

After just a few breaths, the steam in the tank was still almost dissipated, and the heat enveloping the lich also dispersed into the air.

Before the Lich was prepared for a move, he was quite annoyed. He stretched out his hand to fan the air in front of him, but immediately felt the strangeness of his body, raised his arm, and was surprised to find that the skin and muscles of his hand had been washed away by the hot steam. , Only the bones are left.

The Lich hurriedly touched his face, and realized that there were only bones left.

He couldn't help but sighed helplessly, muttered to himself, and said: "This is troublesome."

Losing the body will be difficult to move in the human continent, and in this haste, the Lich can no longer find one that satisfies him.

"Forget it, don't care." The Lich stared into the tin can, except for a few iron blocks, there was nothing in the huge can.

The Lich was a little strange, thinking: What's the matter, is the gas that was sprayed just now the key? Take another look.

Thinking that the Lich was about to move, he suddenly felt his most annoying sacred power fluctuations from a distance, and it was obvious that a priest had arrived.

The Lich snorted coldly, and the whole person turned into a black smoke, floating quickly in the direction of the holy power.

On the periphery of the gray mist, five or six priests in long robes chanted chants, while waving their staffs, slamming the holy light toward the staggering zombies.

Behind them are a dozen of the lowest apprentice priests. The soldiers of the Ruman Legion guarded them around.

Under the simplest methods of dispelling and purifying by priests, the zombies evoked by the lich fell to the ground one by one, turning into motionless corpses again.

As they advanced, the mist kept retreating as if being oppressed.

The lich was secretly observing in the dark, feeling the fluctuations not far away, and muttered: "One local bishop, three, no, four chief priests."

Then he sneered and said: "With this little manpower, I dare to come to me to die."

As natural enemies, the Lich and the priest know each other very deeply, and can judge the level of the opponent from the ability of the opponent to cast spells.

The first-level priests of the local bishop can probably compete with a high-level dark mage or even a middle-level necromancer in terms of ability, but their ability is in the eyes of this high-level lich. It is not worth mentioning.

At the same time, Pashar, the bishop of the Temple of Aiting Island, groped and walked in the forefront, complaining constantly in his heart.

Originally thought it would be an easy and beautiful thing to be assigned to the wealthy Ai Ting Island, but he did not expect that, beyond the limit of his imagination, the Necromancer suddenly appeared in the middle of the sea on Ai Ting Island.

The bishop can only lament his bad luck in his heart.

You know, he is not a true bishop, but he came here using relationships. Although there are various methods in the Holy See to improve sacred power, you must know that the mainland has been in peace for nearly a thousand years. Although there are still many lunatics who have been hardworking and training, but Bishop Bashar is not one of them.

But at this time, he couldn't help but come. The Inquisition is not just for heretics.

In the eyes of everyone's expectation, the fat bishop poured three bottles of holy water, then gathered all the power of the temple and walked to the port tremblingly.

Purifying a shaking zombie again, watching the soldiers drag the civilian's corpse aside, Bishop Bashar wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned and exclaimed: "From the opponent's ability to summon zombies, the enemy should be an intermediate level. Necromancer of Yi. Be careful, you must focus on attacking him as soon as you find out. He is only one person and can't beat us."

The chief priest, who was nervous and pale, nodded hurriedly.

The bishop took a breath and secretly said in his heart: I haven't seen the Necromancer come out so far, maybe he has escaped. After all, Aiting Island still has nearly 10,000 troops.

Suddenly there was a sudden jump in his heart, and the bishop's face changed drastically, and he shouted in a panic, "Be careful, he is here."

As soon as the bishop's voice fell, a black shadow flew out from the depths of the dense fog, quickly bringing an afterimage to the crowd of priests.

The priests behind the bishop were surprised at first, and then reacted, waving their staff desperately, and hurriedly laying down a few rays of light defense in front of them. But the black shadow shattered those holy light shields like a sharp arrow.

Seeing this, Nabashar also jumped into the wall in a hurry, immediately roared, and then gave a strong beating on the staff in his hand.

A holy light shield flashed immediately, but the holy light shield had just formed a thin film in front of him, and the black shadow had already arrived. With a light bang, his holy light shield was about to be shattered.

Everyone could only watch the black mist hit the bishop's body. The black mist passed through him, and then circled him a few times.

At last, he stopped abruptly in front of the bishop, and a pale white skull appeared in the rising smoke, almost staring at him against the bishop's body. A green phosphorous fire was burning in the eye socket of the skull.

The bishop was almost speechless and opened his mouth wide: "Witch...Witch..."

"Jie Jie..." The Lich made a dumb and harsh laugh.

In the dull gaze of everyone, he raised his arm, and the white arm was printed on the bishop's chest, and he grabbed the cross of the bishop's neck.

After two or three seconds of silence, someone finally reacted and shouted in a frightened voice: "Kill him!"

This sound awakened the stunned priests and soldiers, who raised their staff and weapons in their hands, preparing to kill the Lich.

As the chief priests gathered their strength, the skeleton screamed and turned into a black shadow, which quickly floated backwards, and after a few flashes, it was once again submerged in the thick fog.

From the thick fog came the unbridled haha ​​laughter of the lich.

The chief priests had lost their goal, and could only indignantly launch the holy light in their hands into the fog.

When everyone turned their eyes to the highest-ranking bishop present, waiting for his order, they saw that Bishop Bashar's face was gray and his fat body shook a few times before falling to the ground with a thud.

His chest had been eroded by mana, and the decay was unbearable. The Bishop Yuan opened his eyes and looked straight to the sky. He made a "cough" sound in his throat, and blood spilled out along the corner of his mouth.

The chief priest next to him hurriedly rushed over, held his hand tightly, and shouted: "My lord, my lord!"

"Witch...lich," the bishop's body trembling constantly, spouting blood from his mouth, spit out a few intermittent words vaguely: "Run...run, inform, sigh... sigh... "

After finishing speaking, the bishop's head tilted and his arms dropped weakly.

"Lich!" The chief priests blurted out in surprise, and took a deep breath. His face instantly turned pale.

As priests, they clearly understand how powerful a lich is. It was an undead transformed from a high-level mage who was unwilling to give up his life.

They were powerful wizards before they were alive, but they became even stronger after being transformed into a lich, not knowing how many hundred years they lived.

After the mage turned into a lich, they also lost their feelings and morals when they were humans. In their eyes, human beings are just whispering lives, just as humans look at beasts and horses. Therefore, the methods are extremely cruel and cruel.

In the Holy See, the cardinal dare not say that he can win a lich in a one-on-one battle.

Now the most powerful bishop of Aiting Island’s holy arts was killed by a magic spell by the Lich. Under the mysterious thick fog, this Lich didn’t know where it was hiding, just relying on their few master priests who were not proficient in purification. Entering the dense fog is no different from dying.

"Retreat, all retreat!" An eldest chief priest said flatly.

The soldiers lifted the body of the bishop and quickly retreated outside the port.

The highest military and political officer of Aiting Island, the Lord of Aiting, Rutherford, stood at his mansion halfway up the mountain, using a telescope to observe the port area in the distance.

Now the entire port area has been shrouded in mist, and the violent flames of the port buildings burst out of the dense fog, and black smoke rose into the sky, and remained in the sky for a long time.

City Lord Rutherford was anxious, he had sent all his troops, but no news came back.

Rutherford could only watch as the entire port was completely destroyed in the flames, and years of hard construction were destroyed.

What worries him even more is that there will be a dark wizard in his place that has been peaceful for a hundred years.

Upon hearing this news, City Lord Rutherford thought that someone was arrogantly joking with him, but the burning building on the pier let him know that this happened to him.

But until this time, Rutherford thought that some evil mage was looting, until the soldiers sent in came back and told him that they had encountered a zombie, and inside was a necromancer.

At this time, Rutherford felt like the sky was falling. His first reaction was to use all of his soldiers to encircle the entire pier, and then he personally invited the bishop of the divine to come out.

Then all the people near the dock were evacuated, and the rest could only wait anxiously.

At this time Rutherford saw the soldiers ran out of the dock area in a hurry~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and retreated quickly, Rutherford's heart shook, and said: The big thing is not good!

Soon, the priests came to the city lord Rutherford out of breath. Rutherford disregarded his manners, grabbed the sleeve of one of the priests, and asked loudly, "How is it? Your Master?"

While panting, the chief priest said anxiously: "Lich, there is a lich on the dock, your lord, your lord, he was killed and martyred."

Several soldiers carried the bishop's corpse and placed it on the ground silently. The horrible look of the corpse made the people around him nauseous.

Rutherford was still in a daze, digesting the news brought by the chief priest, and said stupidly: "Lich..."

After thinking about it for a while, he remembered what the so-called Lich was.

"Damn, Lich!" Rutherford's face changed drastically, grabbing the priest's sleeve, and shouting sternly: "This is a **** lich, what should we do?"

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