Chapter two hundred and ninety-five, extermination

As soon as she heard the cry of Frost Mist, the Shiryō suddenly became frightened. For Her, being touched by frost mist to the door of her life was a fatal blow, now she was free to use a stunt double to attack both Cold Nebula and frost mist because of the power given to her by the balls of fire hanging in mid-air.

If the fireballs were to be destroyed by the Cold Nebula, the result would be that she would no longer be able to use this very effective stunt double to evade her opponents, who she now faces, either one would have easily taken her out.

Sensing a threat to his life, the necromancer, who was hiding in a fake cave, suddenly let out a high-pitched cry and roared toward the Cold Nebula.

"Don't think that just because you have figured out how to crack my code, you can defeat me and try to attack my life door? It's not that easy, " Shiryō shouted as he swooped toward the Cold Nebula

After hearing the NECROMANCER's cry, cold Nebula felt more confident this time attacking the two balls of fire suspended in mid-air, "As soon as I get rid of those two inferno balls, the necromancer will never get a chance to confront us head-on. "

At this point, cold Nebula, desperate to speed up his own action, wanted to get rid of both the ball of fire before Shiryō jumped on him.

But what both the cold Nebula and Shiryō missed was that the cold nebula was the more crowded side, and when the more crowded side was fighting the less crowded side, the best thing to do was to have a wheel fight, and then there was Isreal, who had just come rushing in, one side of the Cold Nebula can be said to be three against a necromancer. Three against one is not a small advantage.

Seeing the revealed necromancer desperately trying to make a move on the globules of Pale light hanging in mid air, Isreal, who had just burst into mad Cluck's mansion, gave a cold snort, he opened his mouth and said, "Oh, you want to attack my little baby? You Damn Black Panther, don't you treat my sister like air? "

With a roar, Isreal quickly drew another hammer and Arrow from the quiver. With a bow and Arrow, he aimed it at the Leopard necromancer gliding through the air and fired. There was a dull thump, and the Arrow hit Shiryō's extended waist, sending her flying far away.

Although Shiryō still had a stunt double to save his life, the attack failed to hit cold nebula and was blasted away with a sledgehammer Arrow fired by Isreal.

When the angry necromancer reappeared on the rock face, cold Nebula was ready for this infernal fire, and swung his fist, and a fiery inferno shot out of his fist, to the two balls of fire suspended in mid-air.

There was a loud "Bang" , a faint flame from the cold Nebula, which directly hit the two balls of fire hanging in mid-air, burning the two balls of fire out of sight, the Cluck residence, which had just been turned into a cave, was once again the same as it had been before, with lights shining through small windows that seemed so familiar and so familiar.

After seeing the destruction of the two balls of Pale fire, the scene had changed back to the way it had been before, and cold Nebula knew that the stunt double and illusion that the necromancer relied on had disappeared, looking at the necromancer squatting at the top of the stairs, cold nebula smiled and said to her, "this time see where you can run! "

There were already some desperate necromancers who knew that if they fought against these brave souls, there would be consequences. Her two balls of Pale fire, suspended in mid-air, had been completely destroyed by the Cold Nebula, and if it takes another blow, there's no more rotten wood to save it.

Watching the necromancer crouching at the top of the stairs, he wanted to jump out of a window in one of the hallways of Cluck's mansion. Cold Nebula immediately shouted, "stop her! Our companions are outside the mansion! "

Even before the words of cold Nebula had been uttered, Isriel had been the first to rush forward, swinging his rune wood bow and smacking Shiryō's body, and smashed the necromancer right out of the sky into the ground.

With a thump, Shiryō fell heavily into the hallway of Cluck's mansion, followed by Isreal, this time Isreal did not use her rune wood bow to hit the Shiryō again, because she knew that no matter how hard she swung, the rune wood bow in her hand could not kill the Shiryō, after rushing behind the necromancer, Israel decisively used his house stunt, a hammer and Arrow shot out, completely destroyed Shiryō in the Cluck mansion.

Both the cold Nebula and frosty mist stood in the Bath Hall, breathing a long sigh of relief as they watched Israel annihilate the Pesky necromancer, slowly collapsing into the hallway of Cluck's mansion.

It wasn't the first battle with Shiryō, but it was the toughest battle the cold nebula had ever had, not to mention the two Phalanxes it had encountered in the outer city and inner city, in the single battle with the necromancer and her two Goblins, two of her companions were wounded, which had never been experienced before in any war, and it was with the help of frost fog, if it were not for the help of frost fog, I am afraid that several of his side of the hands of the master Shiryō will die, is that trick illusion, his side can not crack.

Now that I think about it, the Cold Nebula wants to invite frost to join its team and go to the East to look for Monastic Republic of Mount Athos, but I don't know if frost will agree. After all, he is in a different situation, i could only wander about, but frost mist had his own power, his own piece of land, his wives and concubines, and the young talents of the respected dark elves, better than I do not know how much better than his current situation, to persuade him to give up all this, to become a monk and his own ascetic? Cold Nebulas are not so sure of this idea.

A Long Breath of frost sank upon the ground, he opened his mouth to the cold Nebula at his side. ... And now that the lion's den is finally done, and the three necromancers and the bogeyman have been removed, we must get out of town and tell Lord Cluck about this, and have him send for a witch doctor to properly heal our companions, for I think Armstrong's wound is quite serious . .

The Cold Nebula's heart tightened after hearing frost's words, and the joy of having just defeated Shiryō almost blinded him, whether it was the Selta breath at the door, neither of them had sustained serious injuries, as had Armstrong, who had been unconscious, and even frosty, who was still fighting, had a few minor injuries.

Now is not the time to be in a hurry to rest, but to tell Lord Cluck about this, and let him get some more witch doctors to help him heal his companions, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to come alone.

"Yes, yes, yes, " Cold Nebula said, "we must go out of town now, explain to the Lord of Clarke City what is going on here, and have him call the best witch doctor in the neighbourhood to cure our companions. " Cold Nebula got up and started to walk out of the palace.

Isriel, who had just killed Shiryō, gave a cold snort as he saw the cold nebula get up and walk out, he opened his mouth and said, "Cold Nebula! You heartless fellow, I just saved you! Now without even a word of thanks, you run out to see that woman! Doesn't your conscience hurt? "

Hearing the cry of Isreal behind him, cold nebula nearly stumbled to the ground and said to himself, "what are these women thinking? It's the wounded that are more important... "

Thinking of this, the cold nebula turned around helplessly, "Now, my lady, " he said to Isreal, "let us not make a scene at this hour, but let us first take the wounded to Lord Cluck for medical treatment, and the rest... we will sort it out then... "

On hearing the cold Nebula say something else, Isriel immediately fell in love with it. His white face turned crimson. "something else? " isriel said to the Cold Nebula. "Just tell me when you've studied it... "

The Cold Nebula knew that Isreal must have been thinking of something else when it saw her squirm, and with a helpless sigh began to say, "well, well, I'm not as boring as you think. Let's go! "

So cold nebula takes up a badly wounded Armstrong in the glare of Isreal's eyes, while Isreal holds up the equally wounded Celta Wind, as he followed the cold nebula out of the lion's den.

"Humph! Next time I'll get hurt and let you hold me! " Isreal whispered.

And the frost fog that got a slight wound on one side follows in the crowd behind, side silently shakes a head, heart way: "Cold Star cloud adult, it seems that you these wives and concubines have not educated well... ... really want to let you see my ability is... "