Chapter two hundred and seventy-eight. There's a third guy

The Cute blue-eyed cat, who was enjoying himself on the skeleton of the ghost fire, rolled her eyes and muttered, "Shit! Everything depends on me! If I don't get a female cat to be my girlfriend, I can't do it! " But the cute blue-eyed cat still fanned out its wings, releasing a wind system of magic.

This time the wind-line magic of the blue-eyed cat was evidently his great trick, and it blew like a hurricane through the lion fort, and it was fortunate that cold Nebula and the others had all been equipped with the wind-stopping totem, so the hurricane not only lifted the fog from their eyes, but it didn't cause them any more trouble.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Isreal looked out and saw the cold nebula running in the other direction, not far from where there were no hedgehog skeletons...

Then Isreal began to cry out, "Baby! Follow the wind-line magic of the mighty mini-kitten, and don't go in the wrong direction! " Isreal followed the wind spell cast by the blue-eyed cat and hurried after it.

With the wind and Magic to open the way, ISRIEL's approach to the little skull was smooth and smooth, cold Nebula, which had gone in the wrong direction, joined ISRIEL's team after seeing the blue-eyed cat cast a wind spell to clear away the fog surrounding the skeleton, following the wind spell cast by the green-eyed cat, he trots to the center of the death March.

By the time cold Nebula and Isriel came to the six skeletons, the magical power of the wind that Isriel had unleashed had evaporated, and the position they now stood in, so close are the skeletons of the tiny skeletons that can emit the mist, that when the wind magic of the blue-eyed cat disappears, they are again shrouded in the mist, only dimly visible, there's just a figure by my side.

Seeing his eyes again shrouded in mist, Isreal immediately shouted to the Cold Nebula, "what are you waiting for? Let's kill the skeletons of the little skeletons! "

However, the Cold Nebula was very cautious at this time, because he knew in his heart that it would be very easy to kill all these skeletons if he cast the Pale fire here. However, if he was not careful, if the fire of the Nether had caught up with Isriel, it would have been very bad indeed, and in any case, Isriel was now his own woman, and the necessary care would have been due.

At this point, the cold nebula reached out its hand, tried to grab Isriel's arm and pull it toward its own side, but just as it reached out and shook its hand at the figure beside it, the cold nebula suddenly discovered, the hand that oneself hold where is what girl's hand, this is a dead bone clearly!

The Cold Nebula was so shocked that it let out a loud cry. When the Cold Nebula wanted to let go of the withered bone in its hand, it suddenly felt a strong wind coming toward its face, cold Nebula knows it's the skeleton. It's GonNa have to do it to itself.

By virtue of their keen perception, after feeling the direction of the strong wind, the cold nebula flashed across the body. It was a blow that flashed over the withered bones. When the strong wind passed me by, a slight gust of wind had blown the thick fog away, and the Cold Nebula had a clear view. The skeleton of the Shaman, Donald, was the skeleton of the skeleton that had attacked it!

Narrowly escaping the attack of the Shaman Donald's skeleton, cold Nebula is enraged, "This old fellow's skeleton how early does not act, late does not act, happens to rush here to be ready to destroy the skeleton of these little skeletons, he shot to stop himself, this is really enough annoying

Escaping the blow of the staff of Donald, the Shaman, cold Nebula was about to open its mouth and fire back at the skeleton when it heard again, standing where the skeleton stood, "Baby! What are you doing here to me? Go and destroy the skeletons! " Cried the voice that was clearly Israel's!

The Cold Nebula that just wanted to blow out the nether fire was stunned at once, how is this to return a responsibility? The voice was coming from the same direction as the Shaman, Donald, was standing, but why was it coming from Isreal?

Isreal, standing next to the cold Nebula, feared that the dense fog would disturb the cold nebula after she felt the Shaman Donald's bones attacking the cold nebula, "GREEN-EYED CAT! The WIND SPELL CAN'T STOP! If anything happens to my little baby, I'll skin you alive! "

Just a so gentle big sister, now all of a sudden into a horrible mother... The green-eyed cat had not yet adapted to return, but under the pressure of Isreal, it once again unleashed the magic of the wind.

With that shout, the blue-eyed cat once again performed the magic of the wind, once again blowing away the fog in the lion's den, and once again revealing the skeletons.

As the hurricane returned to Israel, the thick fog began to lift around her, though there was a gap between what was moderate and what was normal, but you can already see people and things around you.

While Cold Nebula marveled at the presence of Isreal's voice in the position of the Shaman Donald, it heard its own side, where Isreal was supposed to be standing, there came a creepy voice, Jie Jie's strange laugh way: "to deal with you, such a small role, do not need these mist... "

With that strange laugh, the cold Nebula felt as if a wind were whirling around it, blowing away the thick fog around it. It was a thin layer, but it was all right.

But when the fog lifted, the cold Nebula was stunned. Isreal, who was supposed to be standing next to him, had at some point jumped into the midst of the hedgehog skeletons. Standing beside him was the withered bone of Donald, the Shaman with the staff in his hand!

But what Isreal sees now is very different from what she sees in the Cold Nebula. Standing between the skeletons is the cold Nebula, its face stunned and guarded, the skeleton of the Shaman, Donald, stood beside him, staring at him with the strangest eyes.

Before I knew it, Isriel and cold Nebula had both fallen under the spell of death, and both had fallen under the spell of enchantment! They had all thought of each other as the bones of the Shaman Donald, and the bones of the Real Shaman Donald had not been moved at all, and were now sitting firmly in the middle of death's oppressive Phalanx, only the black smell on the skulls got worse.

The enchanted cold Nebula looked at the "ISRIEL" in its own eyes, and cried out, "what are you standing there for! Come and fight with me against this fellow! " He swung his weak fist at the real Isreal and threw himself at her.

But Isreal, who had been enchanted, saw Donald, the Shaman, swing his staff over his head and hurl it at him, shouting for help from the Cold Nebula in the skeleton circle, he returned fire with his rune wood bow.

Both the Cold Nebula and Isreal were blinded not only by the illusion of the death march, but also by the illusion of hearing.

The Cold Nebula of the battle with Isreal kept shouting for her to help him as he saw him, while Isreal stood in the circle, crying to him that he was imprisoned by the skeletons, the Cold Nebula must kill the Shaman Donald's bones quickly... so that she can be rescued from the clutches of these skeletons.

What Isreal saw and heard was basically the same as what the Cold Nebula had seen, except that the "Cold Nebula" in the skull circle was not crying, but was in an unusual state of agitation.

After exerting invisible pressure on the illusory cold Nebula and Isreal outside with the illusion of the skull circle, the Cold Nebula and Isreal fought even harder, fortunately, two people are still just stay in the general battle of the shrew hand-to-hand combat, if once rose to the hammer arrows and the fire of hell on the fight that can be dangerous.

Perhaps it was because they were afraid that if they attacked each other with the fire of the Nether and the Arrow of the hammer, it would implicate their "own people" in the circle of skeletons.

So Cold Nebula and Isriel this couple in the death of the threat before the Phalanx, like a pair of shrews generally scuffled together, this fighting process... Well, there are no words to describe... ...

The battle between Isriel and cold Nebula, who had fallen under the spell of death, was fierce and loud, at first the frost mist, who had been protecting himself in the boundary, thought that the skeleton of Donald, the Shaman in the midst of the great battle, would be too strong for the two of them to handle together.

But it didn't sound right to listen to frost fog. The conversation between Cold Nebula and Isreal was a bit off base. It was clearly a conversation with someone else. But there was no third person to speak except the two of them!