The Witcher: From the Academy of Knights

Intermediate Potion, Howl of the Banshee!
As the potion bottle was shattered, the green liquid inside turned into smoke in mid-air, like a Harpy with wings spread.

The ear-piercing howl made Norma Rose's face change.

The next moment, the cloud beast under him exploded, and Normaros also fell from the air. Even if he survived the fall from a height of tens of meters, he would probably break his bones.

"Dark Wings!"

Norma Rose screamed, and black wings appeared behind him. Although it was only a flash in the pan, it made him land smoothly.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After Sauron succeeded in one blow, the corners of his lips were raised slightly, and he waved the white bone wand in his hand, a mass of black nothingness emerged on the ground.

"The Swamp of Darkness!"

As Sauron uttered syllables, the ground turned into a black swamp, and Norma Rose's pupils shrank, and his legs gradually sank into it.

"not good!"

There was a strong throbbing in Norma Rose's heart, and at the same time his body was uncontrollable, he saw that Sauron had pointed his wand at him.

"Dark Soul Wave!"

The next moment, the sphere condensed with dark elements charged straight at Normaros, and the terrifying energy impact pierced through his chest.

"Uh……"

Norma Rose's face was as pale as paper. He lowered his head and looked at the place where his chest was pierced. There was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.

Even the veteran quasi-sorcerer of the Tower of the Dead, the previous confrontation has exhausted Norma Rose's cards.

At this moment, there was a sharp pain in the chest.

"I can not be reconciled……"

With a desperate whimper, Norma Rose gradually lost his breath, and the surrounding undead and skeletons lost control and fled in all directions.

Seeing this situation, Sauron was naturally unwilling to let go of the opportunity.

Immediately, with a thought in his mind, the four wraiths under his command immediately started chasing and killing the surrounding spirits, frantically devouring those of the same kind.

After confirming that Norma Rose was dead, Sauron was relieved.

Although he had consumed a little mana in the confrontation just now, overall, he was in pretty good condition and still had the ability to continue fighting.

Immediately, Sauron did not hesitate much.

He raised his head and looked forward, only to see Orens being besieged by dozens of knights on the battlefield in the distance.

"Kill him for me!"

Firth's face was grim. Tonight's battle would determine the future of the Western Territory. As the master of the Western Territory, he would never allow himself to fail.

Under the siege of many knights, Orens was gradually injured.

"Is this the only thing you can do?"

With a roar, Orens swung his cross sword and beheaded a mid-level knight in front of him, as if there were flames burning in his eyes.

"Come on! Phils, fight with me!"

Facing Orens' roar, Phils was unmoved, and he had gained an absolute upper hand by using the crowd tactics.

Although the knights under his command suffered heavy casualties, as long as Orens can be captured, everything is worth it.

Looking at Orens not far away, Phils' eyes flickered. As long as he persisted for another 10 minutes, the energy of the life seeds in the opponent's body would be exhausted.

At that time, even the great knight can only be slaughtered.

"What a poor fellow!"

A trace of sarcasm flashed in Phils's eyes, and he said quietly: "It was the biggest mistake I made in my life not to kill you in the martial arts tournament back then!"

"Now, it's time to correct it!"

While speaking, Phils took a deep breath, and slowly placed his palm on the blade. As the blade rubbed against his palm, the blood seemed to turn into a crimson flame.

The next moment, Phils moved.

There was a blood-red aura all over his body. Since he became the Duke of the West Region, Fiers has rarely fought against others, but no one has ever dared to question his strength.

"Crimson flurry!"

Fiers let out a low cry, like a dance of fire, holding the cross sword with one hand, and the crimson sword turned into a little bit of remnant light.

On the opposite side, a trace of solemnity flashed in Orens' eyes.

At the same level as a great knight, even though Fiers is old, his strength is still not to be underestimated. At this moment, the opponent is going all out, and Orens does not dare to be careless in the slightest.

After all, Orens had consumed a lot of strength in the battle just now.

Facing the siege of nearly a hundred knights, even the great knights could not hold it back, and it was not easy for Orens to persist until now.

"Come on, Phils!"

Looking at the blushing Phils, Orens took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with determination, and he swung the cross sword suddenly.

"Ah!"

Phils sneered, jumped up, and swung the cross sword in mid-air, the sword energy seemed to turn into flames.

Orens frowned slightly, and stepped back one after another.

"Don't be naive, Orens."

Phils shook his head, and said quietly: "Do you think I will give you a chance to fight alone with me?"

While speaking, Phils waved his hand.

Many knights surrounded Orens, and then launched an attack together, only Phils, who was the commander, did not rush forward.

Orens' face was as gloomy as water.

He had already seen through Phils' plan. The opponent didn't intend to fight him at all, but just wanted to use his knights to consume him first.

Only when he was exhausted, Phils would give a fatal blow.

"Go away!"

With a roar, Orens swung his long sword violently, and after killing the two knights, he jumped up and rushed straight towards Fels.

However, at this moment.

On the ground, a high-ranking knight with a long whip slammed the whip, wrapped around Orens' left foot, and dragged him down.

"Rapp, you are courting death!"

Orens' eyes were cold, and he looked at the senior knight, who was also the one who lost to him in the tournament many years ago.

Today, Rapp has pledged his allegiance to the Duke of the West.

Under Fiers' order, Rapp tried his best. Even though the opponent was a great knight, he didn't panic in the slightest due to the superiority in numbers.

"Give up struggling, Orens!"

Rapp was expressionless, and said coldly: "Your stubbornness and ambition will only bring disaster to Night Crow City. If you choose to surrender now, there may be a way out."

Hearing what Rapp said, a sneer flashed in Orens' eyes.

Now that he has decided to compete for the position of Lord of the Western Region, he cannot back down, not to mention, Orens is also very clear.

Even if he surrenders now, Phils will never let him go.

"You must fight for a chance!"

Orens' eyes flickered. It was obvious that the current situation was under siege, and he had no chance of winning at all.

Only by killing Phils can the defeat be reversed.

Immediately, Orens' eyes flashed, he held the cross sword in both hands, and looked at Fiers, like a direwolf ready to go.

On the other side, Phils sneered.

As an old fox, he could naturally see what Orens was thinking, and he wouldn't give him a chance. Before Orens could make a move, he had already stepped back one after another. (end of this chapter)