It was precisely because of this that Tyrande sighed in annoyance.
But as soon as his third wave of arrows hit...
The counterattack from the undead is here.
"not good!!"
Mai Fan shouted to the entourage behind him: "Hide quickly!"
"What about you? Master?!"
"Me?" Mai Fan looked at the analysis diagram of the undead wizard shown to him in the diary, pointed in the direction of the night elves and shouted: "I'm going to help him!"
"If he can survive this time, he will have no choice but to follow us!"
"An advanced elite elf! It is much rarer than an ordinary night elf!"
Anger is a state that night elves don't often experience.
They are self-possessed and elegant, and rarely experience excessive mood swings.
What they don't know is that the more such emotions are, the more they are a catalyst for evolution.
Now, an elite elf appears.
Mai Fan couldn't bear to leave him here.
He must find a way to use his golden fingers to rescue the other party.
Of course, this does not mean that Mai Fan can defeat the undead wizard on the opposite side.
This is simply a joke.
The evolved versions of the night elves of the advanced races are no match for each other.
He is a person whose fighting ability is equal to that of the lower races. Even if he is the strongest among the lower races, he is still the one who is pressed to the ground and rubbed by both sides.
But having low combat effectiveness doesn't mean that he can't do anything to the opponent.
You must know that there are very subtle conflicts between races.
The nemesis of some high-level ethnic groups is likely to be some extremely inconspicuous lower-level ethnic group.
And Mai Fan is that bug-like existence who has mastered the weaknesses of each group.
It may be difficult to defeat or even hurt the opponent.
But it makes the other party afraid, so they stop attacking and give them a chance to escape...
Mai Fan felt that he could still do this.
Perhaps Mai Fan's words were too firm, and all his followers actually stayed obediently.
Mai Fan bent over and rushed towards the night elves.
It is like a small boat in the rolling torrent, fighting against this huge wave.
This scene was clearly seen by the shopkeeper who was standing inside the cetacean, and he was so frightened that he jumped repeatedly.
"This is crazy, you are a potion maker, you are a weak and precious person..."
"How could you do anything like these barbarians!"
"These thugs, these rough bastards, I want to complain to the City Lords Alliance!"
If the pharmacist died like this... wouldn't he have one more unfulfilled wish?
But then, something happened that surprised everyone.
The necromancer is accumulating power, and everyone who knows magic knows that this is the prelude to an enlarged move.
The levels of magic in this world are divided in great detail.
The level of magic that can cause color changes in the world must be at least level six.
In the process of releasing the sixth level magic, let alone ordinary people leaving... it would be good if they were not torn to pieces immediately.
Even if you don't look at the night elves as your opponents, they have evolved.
As if facing a formidable enemy, he hid behind an earthen wall and blocked his longbow in front of him.
But what about Mai Fan? How did he get there?
Not only was he not blown away in this torrent...
He actually turned around in front of the Necromancer with ease, and then followed the flow of air and floated directly in front of the night elves.
In fact, is this a sign of his freedom?
Really not, Mai Fan just made full use of the principle of floating with the current.
He does not fight against these self-generated air currents.
He just took a ride on the flow of air that was the smoothest and could finally reach the night elves based on the analysis in his diary.
The airflow he created using the necromancer's magic successfully reached the night elves.
Then, with the other party's somewhat anxious reminder, he asked Tyrande a question.
"After this battle, can you still stay in Dark City?"
Tyrande was a little angry: "Why did you come here? Do you want to face death with me?"
"Yes! I know the consequences. I don't want to survive this battle."
"He let me know that no matter how many pharmacists I look for, there will only be one final result."
"That means my wife will no longer be mine!"
"I know that I am no match for that wizard, so I am willing to die together with my wife."
After all, no one can help the couple for a lifetime.
Mai Fan was cured this time, but as long as the wizard doesn't give up... his wife will still have to go to that world sooner or later.
So what if he goes with Mai Fan?
The other party is a wizard of the undead tribe. He can collect lives from thousands of miles away, like the god of death.
Then there is more than one way left for him? Kill this enemy who covets his wife. Otherwise, he and his wife will die together.
"If, I promise, as long as you follow me...the other party can't do anything to you?"
This sentence gave Tyrande hope for life.
"If this is the case, Mr. Wilik Fan, I swear by my life and the glory of my tribe."
"I will be loyal to Mr. Wilikvan for life and will never betray! I will dedicate my soul and body and do my best to fulfill Mr. Wilhelm's wishes!"
As long as we can get rid of this madman, it's best to do it once and for all.
"Okay, the oath has been fulfilled now! Let me solve this matter for you!"
Mai Fan made his promise, and turned around directly to confront the undead wizard on the opposite side who was accumulating energy to enlarge his moves.
At this time, there were bright red words above the head of the undead wizard.
And that word is counting down second by second.
This was the time when the magic he had gathered was at least level six.
This is an extremely powerful, single-body magic.
But at this level, even a single target's magic will affect the surrounding areas.
Even for his own safety, Mai Fan must interrupt his spellcasting as soon as possible.
The notes in the diary on the weaknesses of this undead clan happen to be where his soul fire lies.
The last time he dealt with the soul body, what method did he use?
Mai Fan’s own skills... try to surpass the opponent?
He was thinking in his mind and already started to draw the talisman in his hand.
A mysterious feeling rose up from the soles of his feet... The people around him began to retreat involuntarily.
This is unscientific. A very terrifying symbol appeared on this blackened species.
Very simple, but as hot as the sun.
Oh, they don't know what the sun is. They heard that it is something produced from light, like the moon.
It's just that the daylight and warmth over there are all brought by this kind of thing.
