Like a cylinder of compressed gas bursting, the blood-colored mist suddenly scattered and exploded. The stench of blood rain was mixed with countless pieces of minced flesh, which fell like a split head and a face. A layer of green smoke immediately rose from wherever the flesh touched, this thing was not only poisonous but also extremely corrosive!

The nearest lady, Ms. Moghley, bore the brunt, and even though she had retreated to open the distance, she was still blown up. This was the second time she had been blown up, the last time she had been blown up was during a battle with an orc a few months ago.

The cyan blue light turned into a protective barrier in an instant, and a thick wall of wind spread out in front of him, like a huge tower shield completely covering his body.

Dense rains of blood fell, striking countless ripples on the wall of wind. A huge shock ensued, and Ms. Moghley flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Fang Qiuling shouted "will self-destruct" and began to take action at the same time. Without hesitation, he pulled out a tower shield from his storage bag and thrust it into the ground while pressing his body against the top half of the tower shield.

Compared to Ms. Mogre, Fang Qiuling was much farther away from the flesh puppet, but he still didn't dare to take it lightly. You must know that the disgusting thing of flesh puppets is usually used by the undead to blow up city gates and walls, and sometimes they are thrown directly as incendiary bombs on catapults. God knows how big the impact will be when it explodes, and the current distance cannot be said to be safe!

Old Tom and Pastor Ed had also seen the power of self-detonation, so they reacted just as quickly. Old Tom rolled and dodged under the shield of the tower, then got up on his knees and pressed his shoulders against the bottom half of the shield. Pastor Eddard wasn't so nimble on his hands and feet, and he almost crawled behind the tower shield, but he didn't forget to slap a protective spell on the shield.

The next moment, a dense hitting sound like a torrential rain poured on the tower shield, and the violent vibration that followed made the two people who resisted the tower shield feel as if they were fighting against the monstrous waves on the sea.

The flesh golem's self-detonation is not small, but fortunately, it lasts for a short time. I insisted on taking less than one breath, and the pressure on my hands suddenly decreased, and I soon lost my breath.

"Ahem, ahem...... Bah! Bah! Daddy, are you alright? ”

"It's fine!"

"Old Ed?"

"Humph!"

"Looks like it's fine."

"You!"

The tower shield in front of him let out a crisp "click", and a crack stretched from top to bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye. Apparently it will soon crumble.

Fang Qiuling immediately put his hand into the storage bag again, and subconsciously wanted to find the second tower shield. But before he could finish his movements, a figure entwined by countless winds flashed past him.

The strong wind brought up large expanses of snow, like a surfboard breaking the waves. A series of explosions, sword qi breaking through the air, muffled chanting, and Lady Moghley were heard in the direction covered by the tower shield.

A blast of turan wind swirled with a silvery white glow, and Lady Mogre wielded a blow of light as she engaged in a fierce battle with the necromancer.

Black skeletons emerged from the tip of the cane in the necromancer's hand, chasing after Lady Mogre like a living thing. But the real attack doesn't come from the bite of the bones, it's from the explosion! The biting in hot pursuit is just an illusion, and the real purpose is to get close to the target, and then "boom".

Skeleton Bomb - A necromantic spell that uses negative energy explosions as a means of killing.

Pastor Ed got up from the ground, and when he saw the battle in front of him, he immediately began to cast spells.

In just one breath, the first magic was completed. A blue-white ball of light rose from his hand, then turned into a blue-white magical missile and flew straight towards the necromancer, followed by a second orb of light, and then a third orb of light......

The ball of light dragged a long trajectory and flew straight. It's not fast, but it's quite numerous. Six orbs of light were released in a single cast, and Pastor Eddard did not stop after completing a spell, but started casting spells again. After the second cast, he performed a third cast.

Fang Qiuling knew this magic technique, the Holy Light Missile. This magic is based on the first-level spell magic missile, and is improved with divine power as the core.

If the target of the attack is a living person, then except for a slight impact, it is almost like being pushed by someone, and there will be no other damage, and the divine power contained in the light ball can even have a slight healing effect. However, if the target is the undead, then the divine power that bursts when the ball of light explodes will be the most effective means of attacking.

This is an attack spell specifically aimed at the undead, and I haven't seen Pastor Ed cast it before, presumably he learned it recently.

The speed is not so fast that the cyan blue ball of light will be in the air for a while. After several casts, the first cast of the six Light Ball Missiles had just begun to engage the enemy.

The ball of light didn't hit the necromancer directly, but exploded four or five paces away. An invisible barrier shielded the necromancer, blocking out all incoming balls of light.

In fact, Elder Ed is not good at offensive arts. In the past, he used healing and purifying magic at most, and he often healed visitors in the temple, and rarely used offensive magic techniques.

Due to his recent frequent encounters with the undead, Pastor Ed realized his shortcomings and began to practice and study diligently. The short period of hard work did allow him to make a lot of progress, but in the actual battle, another problem was exposed - inexperience.

Inexperienced, there is no clear understanding of spell combat. Without a clear understanding, there is only one way to break through a spell's defenses - saturation attacks. Admittedly, saturation attacks do break spell protection. But don't forget, in the attack and defense of spells of the same energy level, defensive spells will always prevail! Won't look for magic nodes on spell protection, and the cost of forcibly breaking spell protection is several times the cost of defense!

Pastor Eddard's "MP" is quite long, but studying the "dark arts" also requires a deep knowledge of magic, and the necromancer's "MP" is not weaker than him!

A continuous stream of balls of light crackled on the protective barrier, but it was never able to break through the protective barrier and bring actual results. And with the attack of the light ball link, the necromancer immediately noticed the priest hiding in the distance, as well as the two guards.

I saw that the necromancer stretched out his hand and pointed without chanting, and a blue-black light immediately shot out from between his fingers.

Frost Ray - An advanced spell of Ice Ray, which is not on the list of standard spells for academic wizards, but is an attack spell unique to necromancers.

Priest Eddard was so focused on casting the spell that he didn't notice the incoming frost rays. However, Fang Qiuling noticed it, he hurriedly grabbed the tower shield and threw it forward, and then flew towards Pastor Ed, directly knocking him to the ground.

The blue-black light hit the tower shield first. The tower shield that was about to disintegrate was instantly dyed with the same blue-black color as the frost ray, and with a "bang", it turned into countless tiny ice particles and shattered.

The frost ray shattered the tower's shield, narrowly brushing past Pastor Eddard and landing on a raised boulder. The stone was immediately covered with a layer of ice, and in an instant it became an ice sculpture with an abstract beauty.

The sudden counterattack made Pastor Eddard look like dirt, and hurriedly cast a spell to build a spell defense. If it weren't for Fang Qiuling's timely pounce, it is estimated that he would have become an ice sculpture now!

Fortunately, the necromancer only had time to shoot a frost ray with his free hand, and then he had to focus all his attention on Ms. Mogre.

Paladins are the nemesis of all evil, not only has extremely high magic resistance, but also has a variety of means to restrain the undead, which is very difficult! And the strength of this paladin in front of him is quite good, at a glance, he knows that he is a veteran of the battlefield, and his extremely fast speed is unguardable!

The necromancer had to fight with twelve points of spirit.

That is, a gap of frost rays was instantaneous, and the paladin in front of him successfully lured the two skeleton bombs into crashing together by suddenly slowing down and then accelerating again.

Skeleton Bombs are mostly made up of negative energy, which is notoriously unstable. Two negative energies collide with each other, and the result is a direct explosion!

Immediately, a large cloud of billowing black mist appeared behind Ms. Moghley. She herself sped up, breaking through several skull bombs in a row, and then slashed at the necromancer's "final line of defense" with a sword that activated the shield.

Swords and shields strike each other. The wind wrapped around the Dawn Strike immediately completely suppressed the Activation Shield, pressing it down little by little. The silver-white sword also fell little by little, and it was getting closer and closer to the shriveled head of the necromancer, but the skull bomb that was in hot pursuit had also struck.

Hold on for a few more moments and smash the Bright Blow in the necromancer's face. But in a matter of moments, three or four spells would smash on you. I don't know if the necromancer dies or not...... But most of them can't die, and the necromancer must have prepared some kind of backhand, and it is even very likely that he will be unscathed. And Ms. Mogre ...... Most of the wind walls she was protecting would not be able to hold on, and she would resist two or three times at most, and then she would be swallowed by subsequent spells.

Ms. Moghley is not afraid of losing both, and it doesn't matter if she trades an injury for an injury. But the result is obviously that she has suffered more losses and more damage, and this kind of obviously loss-making business must not be done. So she had to put away her sword and retreat, looking for another opportunity.

The necromancer clearly has the upper hand at the moment. A single spell suppressed the priest in the distance, and also pinned down the two warriors by the way. The paladin, on the other hand, was scurried around by skeletal bombs that looked like homing missiles, and victory seemed to beckon him. But the next moment, he suddenly heard a clear drink:

“Oas！”

A huge stream of air rushed towards his face, and the furious air turned into a wind bomb and slammed into his defensive barrier.