"How can you guarantee that there are no capable people behind them?"
"It is precisely because of these uncertainties that everything becomes full of unknowns."
"This is also our original intention of constantly exploring the strongest, highest and most powerful."
"Besides, if people on the dark side can't crack it, can't the light be able to crack it?"
"You must know that we are in a relationship of restraint with the light."
Yes... the man in black stopped talking. He wanted to ask if there was any room for solution to this matter, or what method could be used to destroy the other party's rescue...
'Ding dong...ding ding ding...'
A very light but rapid wind suddenly blew in the direction of the shop owner and the man in black.
"You?" Mai Fan stood up, and the guards around him reacted faster than him. The Black Iron Tower and the Harpy were already on the left and right, protecting Mai Fan behind them, and kept moving towards the corners of the room.
move.
And the shop owner, because of Mai Fan's reminder, immediately realized something was wrong.
Having encountered various situations for a long time, he responded very promptly. He picked up a tablecloth on the counter, brushed it, and covered his head.
It is magical to say that this tablecloth is like a magic barrier and defensive barrier.
Ding-ding, ding-ding, ding, directly blocked all the dangers flying over.
At such a fast speed, after a while of jingling, Mai Fan could see through the gap what exactly happened.
This is a row of arrows, all fired in an instant.
And the archer...
Mai Fan looked at the door...it was someone he knew, Tyrande, a member of the night elves, a group that is best at long-distance attacks.
What their tribe is best at is bows and arrows and life magic.
Now, this row of arrow branches fell to the ground.
The boss seemed to be fine, but the other person in the room looked really bad.
The body of the man in black was covered with arrows.
There were layers upon layers of arrows, and I didn’t know how it was possible that it was just a bow and so many arrows, but they were all shot out in an instant.
The unprotected man in black is now like a hedgehog...
Helpless, somewhat pitiful, penetrated all over the body.
Who is this? Is it really the night elf that Maifan knows?
At the moment of attack, he burst out with such huge energy.
With this kind of attack power and this kind of ability, it is no wonder that he is a genius among the higher-level ethnic groups. He is the most anticipated young generation who can inherit the title at a young age and can live independently with such a woman.
It's a pity that his rebellion is unforgivable.
Otherwise, I still don’t know how to be dazzling.
While Mai Fan was sighing at Tyrande's power, the night elf was more serious than when he attacked just now.
He yelled at the hedgehog: "Not enough!"
Draw the arrow, nock the bow, and draw the second full bow.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
This time Mai Fan finally saw clearly the opponent's attack method. He was actually able to attach a bunch of arrows at once and launch them all.
This time, the exploding arrow also had a faint green light attached to it.
With his superficial understanding of magic, Mai Fan recognized that this was a kind of dark wood-type magic attachment.
This kind of magic is extremely lethal to dark creatures, and it is also a unique feature of night elves.
Because dark-type creatures have very low magic resistance to life magic, which is biased towards positive energy.
The damage caused by this magic is more lethal than dark magic of the same size.
Sometimes it even has a doubling effect.
Now, Tyrande's performance forced Mai Fan to face a problem.
That is, this enemy covered with arrows may not have received any essential damage.
The second round of firing of bows and arrows directly verified Mai Fan's idea.
Because the volley of these arrows caused the air to tear and break.
A very strong wind was brought up by these arrows, and with this sound, it cut through the sky...
This gust of wind completely lifted off the black robe wrapped around the man in black.
The huge hood was turned back, and the face of the person who was trying to hide himself was revealed in front of everyone.
"Mist grass..."
Mai Fan's surprised voice was so loud that his hood was lifted, revealing his true appearance, and he looked directly at where he was.
Two groups of purple soul fire floated in these hollow skulls.
The flames burned blazingly, as if bringing his anger with it.
And Tyrande's judgment was absolutely correct.
The arrows pierced into his body had no effect at all.
But when the second batch of arrows came, the wizard, who had already revealed his true appearance, made a rare effort to resist.
He conjured a scepter as tall as a person out of thin air, ding ding ding...
After a while of blocking, the second batch of arrows shot at him were pushed to the ground.
However, the night elves are indeed the group with the best archery skills. With so many and fast arrows, it is impossible for anyone to block them all.
Finally, one of them penetrated the blockade, penetrated the gap, and shot into the bones of this undead tribe.
This location is also very clever, right at the bones and joints of this undead tribe.
Click, the tip of the arrow was directly stuck by two bones.
And this kind of stagnation and close contact finally brought indelible harm to this arrogant undead tribe.
‘It’s stabbed...’ “Ah!!”
A stream of white smoke emerged from the undead wizard's elbow, and immediately after, the undead wizard let out a scream from the depths of his soul.
It's just that this is not a fatal injury after all. The pain is as great as the anger that follows.
When the severe pain passed... the necromancer ran away in the thick smoke!
For many years, no one dared to attack him.
He is in the Dark City, the Realm of the Undead, and even wanders around any town in the dark area. Even if those people don't know him or know his identity, no one dares to attack him directly.
He thought his pressure had reached a certain level.
Unexpectedly, there is a reckless person here who dares to attack without saying anything.
Is this a request of respect for a master?
Even the top experts would inform each other of their names before fighting him to see if there is any room for relief.
Therefore, this reckless boy deserves to be tricked by him.
Why should a beautiful specimen like Elsa be left in the hands of such a good-for-nothing boy?
It is precisely because of this, melancholy, that I am so angry.
Yes, the name of this necromancer is too long and ancient.
If he had to report his family name, it would take him almost half an hour just to report his name.
