Chapter 266: The Origin of Wild Fire
It was a yellow-clawed flying lightning horse that had been strengthened by Raven. Its kick was as big as a basin. Now only senior officers in the Eagle Army are qualified to ride it.
At this time, the person riding on its back was none other than Eric!
Impil sneered and said: "It came so fast."
The eyes of the Necromancer covered in gray-white Styx soul mud moved, and the nine skeletons in front of him turned around. Run towards Eric!
The skeleton's body was light, and even though he was wearing armor, his running speed was not inferior to that of a galloping horse. He arrived in front of Eric in a few breaths.
Eric roared, and his martial spirit suddenly appeared behind him. He then raised his arm and took a skeleton to his side. He raised his right arm high, tightened his fist, and slammed it on the skull!
The face armor was smashed into a puddle of mud, dented inward, and the skull's facial bones were smashed with a cracking sound. The overflowing undead fighting spirit was dispersed by the steel, and it was unable to resist at all, and was struck by the fist. It smashed into the skull and was annihilated together with the cyan fire of death!
Huang Feidian screamed in agony, but his front legs were cut off by a skeleton, and he fell forward suddenly. Three more skeletons rose up in front of Eric and rushed towards him. Come!
Eric was not confused at all. He stepped on the stirrups with his legs and flew up, heading straight for the nearest skeleton. He pulled the skeleton under his body with both hands, and then lifted it up. His knees slammed into the skull's chest!
The armor was dented and the bones were broken, but the skeleton still wanted to cling to Eric's body.
Eric grabbed its head and used half of its body as a weapon to sweep away, sweeping away the two skeletons coming from the left and right, and then threw it violently behind it. The undead smashed together and rolled to the ground.
Eric raised his hand and made a move, and the two skeletons rolling together flew in front of him, and they were turned around and kicked at the same time, crushing their skulls!
In just an instant, three third-level skeletons were declared destroyed.
Another skeleton came from behind. Six gray-white death auras intertwined and shot through the air. Eric's fighting spirit was blazing. He resisted the cold flames and used his fighting spirit to remove the three skeletons on the ground. The armor on the remaining body suddenly turned into mercury-like liquid and flowed out, condensing into a metal ball in Eric's palm.
Eric took a deep breath, shook his hand, and then threw it forward like a lead ball.
The liquid metal deformed and twisted in the air, suddenly exploded from the center, rolling up a silver-gray steel storm!
Everywhere they passed, the vegetation was broken. The remaining 6 skeletons wanted to retreat under Impil's order, but they never expected that the armor on their bodies suddenly produced a suction force, firmly fixing them on the ground. In place!
The skeleton's lightness is an advantage, but at this moment it becomes an absolute disadvantage. It is difficult to break away from being dragged by its own armor!
They were involved, their armor was smashed to pieces, their bones were shattered as if they were being run over by a millstone, and the blue soul fire could only dissipate without the protection of the body.
The corners of Impil's mouth twitched heavily. If they were on the battlefield, these third-order skeletons scattered among the army would be enough to have a miraculous effect, but now they were completely destroyed by Eric alone!
The next moment, Eric broke through the steel storm and stabbed Imperial in the air with the sword in his hand!
Inpil shook the bone staff in his hand, muttered something in his mouth, and let Eric's sword slash towards his chest!
锃——
As if pierced on fine gold, the sword blade tore open the clothes, uncovered the shriveled ribs, and brought a stream of sparks to Imperial's chest, but it failed. Breaking through his protection, you can't even shake him!
The next moment, Impil finished his chant, and one of his fingers suddenly detached from his body. The flesh and blood on it dissipated like catkins, and the finger bones were coated with a layer of moonlight light. Wrapped in the gray-white aura of the dead, they quietly shot out like a crossbow arrow!
Eric's heart tightened, and he quickly turned his head. The phalanx grazed his cheek, pierced the misty iron armor with a thud, and burst the flesh with a pop, crushing the left cheekbone. bone, and a blood hole exploded diagonally from the base of his left ear and flew out!
Around the blood hole, the flesh and bones began to turn gray and decay.
“Ah——”
Even Eric couldn’t bear the severe pain that eroded his bones and sucked his marrow, and the dizziness that followed made him even more Unable to control himself, he fell to the ground and passed out.
No longer looking at Eric, Imperial faced Raven, hoping to see a little wavering.
After all, Raven is young and promising. If he can be absorbed into the Holy Cult, it will be equivalent to having a permanent offensive stronghold in the Keynes Empire.
But Raven's face was as calm as ever, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was still calculating something.
What is he planning?
"There is really no other way, then I will help you once." The voice of the black cat Xikret suddenly sounded, which made Impil feel uneasy.
A paw quietly appeared from above his head. It was a small and sharp cat's paw, with the pink flesh ball clearly visible. It could be said that everyone loved it.
But at this time, cold sharp claws were protruded from the meat ball, and above the sharp claws, there was a shadow that was so thick that it was indescribable and darker than darkness.
It wasn't until the claws reached the top of his head that Impil noticed it and raised his head.
A look of horror flashed in his eyes, because wherever the claws passed, the white armor on his body suddenly solidified and shattered, and a little blood flowed from his forehead!
His protection, the natal magic he had engraved on him, was actually broken!
The fear of death surged into his heart. Without any hesitation, Impil released the last magic stored in the staff!
The gray-white mist of death filled the air, and a shadowy figure wearing a black robe and holding a sickle stepped through the mist, and the silver bells on its ankles jingled.
Everyone present was in a trance for a moment, as if their souls had been shaken.
Time seems to have frozen at this moment.
The phantom walked behind Imperial, suddenly swung the sickle, and struck the black cat's slender body violently!
The blade drew out the black cat's soul, and a thick shadow rushed out of her soul, forming its own shape. It was scratched away by the scythe, and her soul also returned to her body in weakness.
The heavy fog disappeared, and the black cat's body fell softly to the ground, with bleeding from its mouth and nose.
Impel gasped for air, wiped a handful of blood from his forehead, and his face twisted crazily.
"Hurt me...how dare you hurt me!!!"
This was the first time in his life that he felt that death was so close.
Although he believed in the Lord of Death, he had always brought death to others, and he never wanted to experience that feeling.
This is why among the many magics to choose from, Impil only chose Styx Soul Mud.
“The timing was chosen very well. I don’t know where you came from, but the shadow that wipes out everything is indeed worth fearing.”
“It’s a pity that you are dragged down by that useless master. Level 3!"
Yimpil shouted, and stabbed the black cat on the ground with the staff in his hand, but Xikreit suddenly turned over and disappeared into the night with a whoosh.
"So what about the third level? If I fight my way back to the star realm, it will be enough to send you, an immortal humanoid skeleton, to meet your master!" The black cat's voice echoed in the night.
Impil was suddenly startled by these words, and reason returned to his body.
If such a blow comes again, even if he is prepared, he may not have time to cast another spell and will be completely killed!
No... no!
No matter how important the Holy Emblem of Death is, it is only to the Order. If one's life is lost here, the only one who will be compensated is Impil himself.
As the old saying goes, as long as there are living people, there is no need to worry about corpses.
After returning, report the exact news of the Holy Emblem being here. Although the credit is a little smaller, it is still better than nothing!
“Leaven, today you rejected my kindness, but one day in the future, you will regret it!”
“When our religion comes again, your territory will be destroyed. At this time!"
As he spoke, he waved his staff, and a white bone griffon rose from his crotch, flapped its wings, and took him straight into the sky!
"Xikoret, what are you doing!?" William shouted: "Don't you still have some strength left? Stop him!"
"If you let him go, it will attract the Order of the Hand of Death." , we will be in big trouble!”
Xikoret appeared, sat in front of William, slapped his face with his tail, and said Yinweiwei: "Do you think I don't want to? I won't be able to use this kind of attack a second time even if I die. After all, the connection with the star realm is still too weak..."
"But , But just watch him go?"
"It doesn't matter, Raven will take action."
"Master!?"
William was stunned, and looked in the direction where Raven was standing, only to see a gray-white staff in Raven's hand at some point, and he was chanting a spell in a low voice.
But the content of this spell made William extremely surprised.
It is short and concise, with only three paragraphs.
When the chanting was completed, Raven raised his staff high, and five fireballs pierced the sky, chasing Impil.
William had a look of disbelief on his face, and even wanted to laugh a little.
Impel looked back and saw the fireball following, and he really laughed out loud.
"Fireball, are you serious?"
Indeed, releasing five fireballs at the same time requires superb attainments in flame magic and a deep foundation of magic power. Many fourth-level, A fifth-level magician may not be able to do so with such ease.
But the problem is that it is just a fireball technique!
At this moment, he thought of the legendary "Five Fireball God Cult" and the long-standing joke that has been circulating in the mage circle like "five fireballs kill a seventh-level archmage instantly".
Despite thinking this, even though his body was still covered with Styx Soul Mud, Impil cautiously took out a talisman and reached out to crush it.
A crimson light lit up, and an invisible shield with distinct longitude and latitude exploded around him, like a huge crystal that had been carefully cut into diamond shapes and engraved with magic lines.
This is a fourth-level flame protection barrier that can completely absorb a fourth-level flame magic.
In addition to the holy light magic, the most obvious restraint for a necromancer like him is fire and thunder. Of course, he must be prepared.
In this way, no matter what tricks Raven played, he could sit back and relax. Three fireballs hit the flame protection barrier in succession, shattering like eggs hitting a stone without any impact at all.
But with the arrival of the fourth fireball, the situation suddenly changed!
I saw the cyan fireball hit the barrier, and suddenly burst out with a brilliance comparable to the sun. The looming lines on the barrier suddenly shone together, emitting a red that could blind the eyeballs.
Then centering on the impact point of the fireball, the entire ice surface of the barrier shattered into pieces, and a crisp buzzing sound erupted.
"Engraving Magic?"
"Fireball Technique???????"
Yinpil's face suddenly changed, a look of horror appeared in his eyes, and his eyes were about to burst. Shout!
But all he could see was that the fireball was getting closer and closer, and it hit him hard in the chest!
As if being poured with kerosene, the flames instantly enveloped Impil and the white bone gryphon under his crotch. A shrill roar came and was extinguished in an instant. The body of the white bone gryphon was not burned yet. Although, the fire of the soul in the head has already been burned clean!
The flames burned on Impil's body, evaporating the liquid soul mud on his body. It could not break through this layer of protection in a short period of time. Impil still had time to sing again, if...
If it hadn’t been for that damn black cat’s blow! !
The flame penetrated the wound on his forehead, instantly turning his flesh and blood into fly ash, and then like a swarm of hungry insects, gnawing and squirming under the soul mud!
The power of death that has been melted into flesh and blood for hundreds of years has become the best fuel for the flames, turning into clusters of white stars, coming from the wounds on his forehead, from his eyes, and from his mouth. Gushing out!
Margaret, who has lived for hundreds of years, looked at the extremely bright fireworks in the sky, her eyes filled with brilliance: "It's... the original wild fire!"
William was horrified: "What?"
The original wild fire cannot be said to be a kind of magic, but a flame that can only be used based on a magician's own understanding of the fire element.
Some people say that it was born in the star realm and is the source of all flames; others say that it is the first ray of fire in the fire elemental plane.
But... the Origin Wild Fire has disappeared on the Middles Continent for hundreds of years!
Even William and Margaret have only seen descriptions of it in legends and ancient books.
Impil also felt the power of this flame. He couldn't understand why Raven, a mere third-level magician, could actually use the Origin Wild Fire!
And he even went so far as to hide it in an ordinary fireball!
Too despicable, too insidious!
“Ouch, ouch————”
Under the burning of the original wild fire, even his soul has been burned clean, and he spit out the last mouthful of unwillingness from his throat. The howl turned into a pool of wildfire and fell to the ground.
"Huh..." Raven wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Fortunately, he is only a fourth-level magician. If a fifth-level or sixth-level magician came here, he would be dead!"
William was speechless immediately. , Mark and Doug standing behind him were even more pale and speechless.
Can such shameless boasting be said out loud?
Do you think a fourth-level mage is a cabbage?
In fact, Raven was not as relaxed as he appeared. From the beginning of the battle, he had been observing Impil with the Eyes of Truth.
Even though the soldiers died tragically, and Margaret, William and Eric were seriously injured one after another, they did not take action just to observe Impier's flaw.
Of course, Raven may have some other thoughts, but this is not something others can know.
Anyway, in Raven's heart at this moment, the witch Margaret and the vampire William deserve 40% of his trust.
Hide the original wild fire in the ordinary fireball technique. This method can only be used once against the same person. If the hit misses or is not fatal and is dragged into a war of attrition, then it is a third-level Raven, the magician, would never be Impil's opponent.
Fortunately, it was successful.
Suddenly, a wave of coercion came over. Raven looked up and saw that the Bone Dragon Gregory had squatted on the tower of Eagle Castle at some point, and his eyes burning with soul fire were staring at him. Own.
Aware of Raven's gaze, the bone dragon spread its wings, stared at the top of the tower with its legs, roared into the air, and flew away into the distance without any hesitation without looking back.
"Master!!" Margaret came to Raven's side and said anxiously: "Do you want me to catch up..."
"No need." Raven shook his head.
He didn't know why Bone Dragon left, but he wasn't very surprised. This kind of powerful existence was not something he could control at the moment.
As for threatening with rotten soul essence - are you kidding me, is a three-year-old kid threatening a tiger with a piece of fresh meat?
Ordered to move Eric to the hall, Raven took out the infinite healing potion from Donald and poured it into his mouth, and stuffed a few Pecans into it to stabilize Eric's injury. Come down.
Not long after, Link arrived with the Eagle Army. He was shocked when he saw Volaf's body at the door. When he rushed into the hall and saw Eric's miserable state, he was even more frightened. He knelt on one knee. Kneeling down:
"Lord Baron!!!"
"Don't panic, I'm fine." Raven asked in a deep voice: "How are things in the town?"
Link said clearly: "Miss Fiona happened to be nearby, and thanks to her magic, the fire was under control; although the appearance of the undead caused a certain degree of chaos, crowding, and trampling at the beginning, after the Eagle Army and the Eagle Under the joint control of the Eye Guards, a large number of undead have been eliminated, and three herders have been killed."
As he spoke, he opened his palm and showed three emblems of the Hand of Death.
Leaven nodded and said: "Very good, take someone to clean up the bodies of the fallen soldiers, especially..."
At this point, he paused slightly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. Sighing: "Especially Volaf, take care of his remains so that he can be more dignified when he sees his family for the last time."
After a moment of silence, Raven rubbed his temples:
"Then, send Eric to the church in Xuefeng Town, and let the priest there do his best to treat him; at the same time, inform Eagle City, don't worry, I will go back soon."
"Yes, Lord Baron!" Link took the order and retreated.
After a while, the figure of the black cat quietly appeared and delivered a somewhat blackened ring to Raven's hand.
Lei Wen gently wiped away the ashes and found that there was a lifelike skull carved on the ring. Other than that, it was just a simple space ring.
Since the owner is dead, Raven can wear it on his hand without any burden. After checking his mental strength, Raven's eyebrows first raised, and then pressed down.
This space ring has a large capacity. The space belt Raven got from Anderson is about 1 meter long, wide and 2 meters high. This ring is 5 meters long, wide and 3 meters high, which is enough to hold dozens of belts. capacity.
But the things inside are really pitiful. There are only a dozen pairs of rusty enchanted armors, a bunch of second- and third-level magic raw materials, in addition to a bone altar, and a bunch of seemingly high-quality Nice bones.
The rusty enchanted armor looks like it was dug up from the cemetery. It is fine for use by the undead, but if it is really used by a serious knight, it will look too shabby. It cannot be sold for a price, and it cannot be repaired. It can only be remade.
Those magic raw materials have very narrow uses, and most of them can only be used for death and curses.
As for the bones - apart from making undead creatures, they can only be used to feed dogs.
Roughly calculated, the total value is between 15,000-20,000 gold coins.
This is too inconsistent with the worth of a fourth-level magician. Is the Order of the Hand of Death so poor?
Doug behind him took a step forward, swallowed his saliva and said:
"Baron Raven, when Rudolf ordered me to cause trouble, it was probably a punishment for me. I don't really believe it. The holy symbol is in your hands."
"This necromancer. The teacher's name is Impil. He is also known as a loner in the Holy Cult, not even in the Order of the Hand of Death. This attack should be based on suspicion for purely personal purposes - as you know, If you are soaked in the breath of the dead for a long time, your body and brain will become rigid.”
"His death here will not make many people think of the Holy Emblem of Death. Instead, they will think that your territory is not easy to mess with, so you don't have to worry."
Over the past two years, Doug gradually thought clearly. Raven had left him alive just to be able to communicate with the Death Hand Order in the future, but now that Impil had come knocking on the door, this possibility was shrinking infinitely.
He could see that Raven was not in a good mood. He had to show his value in order not to be angered by Raven and buried with the dead Volaf and other soldiers.
Leaven waved his hand, indicating that he understood. He didn't care about Doug's life or death. He just felt that a fourth-level necromancer should not be so worthless.
"The Order of the Hand of Death..." Raven muttered, and suddenly his eyes lit up:
"Yes! Impil, you really gave me a great gift!"
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(End of this chapter)