Twenty Sided Dice

Evan tried hard to block, but because his ankles were glued together, he couldn't get rid of Yarel's attack. Without the coordination of movement and pace, a light-armored warrior with a one-handed sword is no more threatening than a strong-armored warrior wrapped in heavy armor. He fell short quickly, but remained undefeated with a quick swing of his sword.

Siegel was worried that other spells would accidentally hurt Evan, so he used the most precise attack spell: Magic Missile. The black flame-shaped energy ball accurately hit Yarel, smashing five potholes in him. But in less than two seconds, with the fast squirming of the mucus that made up his body, he was back to normal.

"Oh, it hurts." Yarel said deliberately.

His intention became very clear, to keep getting close to Evan, preferably sticking with him. The sticky body seems to have no vital points, and its resilience is superhuman, so Yarel can trade wounds for wounds, and use a short sword to solve the battle after sticking. Evan tried to pull his foot out several times, but only let his calf sink in, which made the situation more complicated.

"The gasification potion!" Siegel said: "Get out of the fight!"

Evan frowned tightly, blocked the dagger, then turned around and cut off one of Yarel's wrists with a bonfire. The black hand holding the dagger fell to the ground and immediately turned into a wriggling "dough", crawling towards its body.

Siegel saw it all, but Evan didn't notice. His long sword drew another circle, knocked Yarel's dagger into the air, and stabbed into his heart.

There was no familiar feeling in his hand. The "bonfire" didn't touch the bones or internal organs, but it felt like it was inserted into a pool of mud. The supposedly fatal attack came back in vain, and Yarel still wore a strange smile as if nothing had happened. Taking advantage of Evan's stunned time, he opened his mouth and bit it.

Evan blocked his teeth with his long sword, and then his shoulders slammed out. "Could it be that your teeth are also made of mud?" With Evan's roar, a dozen crystal but broken teeth flew out and fell to the ground.

A dagger pierced Evan's right shoulder, blood flowing. At this time, his long sword was stuck to the black slime body again, and he couldn't pull it out for a while. The severed hand, which was wriggling on the ground, climbed onto Yarel's body. Reattach to wrist. Evan has only one empty hand available and can no longer block.

"Potion! Quick!" Siegel urged Evan to retreat again, and he threw the repeating crossbow into the sky and unfolded the spell ball suspended in the air. Two thick blue transparent arms stick out from the spell ball. Hold the repeating crossbow firmly, ready to shoot at any time.

Siegel used index finger to index finger, **** to middle finger, and the opposite thumb to form a rhombus, framing Yarel in it. He chanted the incantation, and a white light shot out from the palm of his hand. On the assassin's black body. Following the beam, flame rays followed, leaving three wounds on Yarel's body.

The black mud flowed and extinguished the flame by wrapping it. He squinted at the white light on his body, except for a trace of heat, the light did no harm to him.

At this moment, the arm in the air pulled the trigger and began to continuously launch plasma bolts, which were guided by the white light shot by Siegel. The crossbow bolts are fast and accurate, and the frequency of firing far exceeds that of ordinary people. It only took a few seconds for all thirty crossbow arrows to shoot. Half of Yarel's body is like a porcupine, and there are only half-exposed crossbow bolts everywhere.

At this time, Evan also took out the gasification potion with his free hand, raised his head and drank it, and his body gradually began to become transparent. Yarel let out a cruel laugh, and both daggers stabbed upwards at the same time: "Prepare to die, swordsman!"

Siegel was even faster, shooting a bolt of lightning from his fingertips, covering the crossbow bolts stuck in Yarel's body. Plasma bolts become very unstable after leaving the protection of the magazine, and will collapse after a period of time, releasing a powerful plasma. Of course, it is also possible to use active destruction to cause the bolts to be destroyed in advance. Faster follow-up effects.

A green flash of plasma erupted, blasting Yarel to pieces with the force and heat. Even Evan, who was floating in the air, was affected, and was suddenly blown out, hitting the stone wall and regaining his original shape.

The ground was full of wriggling black mud. They approached each other, gathered together, and then crawled towards the remaining half of Yarel.

"Is it still not dead?" Evan swayed and stood up against the wall. The impact just now caused a great shock to the vaporized body, and it was difficult to completely eliminate it when it returned to the real body. He saw his long sword fall to one side, and with a snap of his fingers, he recalled it to his hand.

There was a stone strung on the long sword, and Evan threw it off with a flick of his wrist. I didn't hit the rock just now, wasn't the long sword stuck in Yarel's chest all the time? Sudden. Evan understood the whole story: no matter how strange Yarel's ability was, it was still inseparable from the spell category of using elemental power, and would naturally be restrained by the magic-breaking sword "Bonfire". It just takes a while for it to work.

The gravel that fell on the ground fell into scum, but it did not turn into a creeping cement, and naturally it would not creep and recombine. "As long as there is a way to restrain you, nothing in the world is invincible!" Evan said.

Siegel noticed something else. The Demon-Breaking Sword can counteract magic and all spell-like abilities, and almost all element-related abilities can't work on it, so how did Evan summon the long sword into his hands? The thought flashed through Siegel's mind like a flash, and then was overwhelmed by the thought of how to continue the fight.

Evan backed away, so Siegel flipped his wrist and flames burst out of the ground! After the light passed, the stones on the ground burned red, and black smoke billowed from Yarel's body. He screamed in pain, flapping his whip-like arms around trying to put out the flames.

Siegel didn't stop casting spells, his other hand became claw-like and grabbed fiercely forward. Another fireball flew by, and after the dazzling light passed, the strong airflow blew the mage's clothes, and his black hair fluttered in the wind.

There is only a small pool of Yarel's glue left, and the rest are gone. Siegel's heart was alarmed, and the hair on the back of his neck stood upright, clearly feeling a metallic coldness. He didn't have time to cast any door, so he rolled forward. A white light flashed across where the mage had just stood, but only a few strands of hair were cut.

Yarel came out of the shadows, still holding two short swords in his hands. There was no trace of being attacked just now on his body. There was neither the hole of the plasma bolt nor the burn of the fireball. It seemed that he had returned to his original state. However, his size was smaller than before, and although he was still the same height, he became thinner. This change naturally did not escape the observation of Siegel and Evan, and they all thought: Maybe this is the way to destroy the enemy!

Just as Siegel chanted the incantation, Yarel closed his eyes and disappeared in front of the two of them at once.

No sound, no wind, this assassin must have made another shadow jump! Where will he show up? Siegel's Enhanced Dance of Lights cannot cover the mage and the king who are separated by a distance at the same time, and everyone has a blind spot for their own vision. So Siegel stared at Evan, and Evan watched Siegel, and the two warned each other very tacitly.

"Under your feet, dodge back!" Evan shouted and rushed over with a long sword.

Siegel ordered the defensive staff to "do not move", and then shoved it to borrow strength. At the same time, he used the elf pace, and the speed burst out in an instant, and he flashed back three positions in a row. Yarel's double-sword slash was only a millimeter away, but it all hit the air, and it didn't have any effect. Now Siegel is empty-handed, so he casts spells with both hands, and the spells are also hurried and strong, which greatly speeds up the speed of magic construction.

A pair of transparent palms composed of a force field slammed out and slammed into Yarel, with a force no less than the full force of a siege hammer. Even as strong and tall as a giant on the hill, these "flying high fives" can overturn him and press him **** the stone wall. Yarel knew that he could no longer distance himself from the mage, so he gritted his teeth, stared at the trajectory of the high-five attack, and softened his chest.

The transparent palm flashed past, took two **** of glue from Yarel's body, and slapped it on the cave wall with a bang. With the two holes hanging from Yarel's chest, he turned his arms in a full circle, and then staggered his swords between his eyebrows. Then a blood-red emblem appeared on his forehead, which was the double dagger emblem of the **** of murder.

First, the injury on his chest recovered as before, and then light waves emanated from the center of the holy emblem, forming a cover, covering an area with a radius of about five meters, naturally including Siegel. Evan rushed before the light wave and slammed into it. It is obviously a layer of light waves, but it is as strong as a wall, and the Demon-Breaking Sword cannot be broken open for a while.

Siegel only felt that the surrounding elemental energy was all taken away with the light wave, which was used to strengthen the outer shell and prevent people from entering. Just like in the holy land of the Jackdaw tribe, all magic that leaves the body is disintegrated ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ unable to form a stable spell. The effects of the magic items couldn't play out either, and Siegel seemed to be caught in an anti-magic field.

If the anti-magic force field, then it can not suppress the rainbow orb ring. With a thought, Siegel tried to activate the ring, but to no avail. Yarel had already rushed up at this time, and Siegel had no choice but to take out the star dust to meet him.

As Yarel attacked, he said: "God is above, please accept my gift. Unbeliever Siegel Squid, please accept his strong body, intelligent intellect, and flaming fire of life, and attribute them all to Silence, cut off from the mundane world."

In terms of swordsmanship, Siegel has neglected to practice, and at this time he has tasted the consequences. In just a few rounds, he was stabbed by an agile, fierce dagger, incising many wounds, and the blood had soaked his clothes. Fortunately, Yarel had nothing to do with the excellent elf breastplate for the time being, and Siegel avoided the key points of the head again, so most of these wounds were concentrated on the arms and thighs. In a small space, Siegel tried his best to dodge with elven steps, and used dwarf combat skills to hold on to the enemy. Since the space bag couldn't be opened, he still couldn't take out Nekos' mace.

Yarel continued to recite his prayer, his eyes glowing red. As his voice got higher and higher and his swords danced faster and faster, the pressure on Siegel from the blade increased. (To be continued.)