Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

"Counterspell!"

Yelena's chant contained special magic power, and the dispelling magic cast by the Death Knight on the protective circle was instantly eliminated, and the ensuing siege by Sera, Ivy, and Victoria also completely disrupted his rhythm, leaving him unable to do anything. If you don't fight with the giant sword again, you will have no chance to cast spells again in a hurry.

"This thing can still cast spells like this?!" Ron was shocked.

"He was a paladin when he was alive, so of course he has the ability to cast spells!" Yelena said bitterly, "Fortunately, he may have just woken up from a deep sleep and is not clear-headed, otherwise we would be in trouble!"

"It's not too late for him to wake up now!" Sylvia's voice came from the dark magic. The spells in the vampire's cane were almost used, but the effect was minimal. "Be careful. He's coming for us!"

Perhaps he was a little distracted by being harassed, or perhaps he finally discovered that it was difficult to completely defeat others without defeating a few spellcasters. After forcing Sera back with several swords, the death knight strode towards Ron and others. Come!

"Mirror Shadow Technique!"

As soon as Ron had time to cast the spell, the roaring giant sword hit his body with the hunting wind, and the two mirror images turned into debris all over the sky as soon as they appeared.

"Floating!" Ron's body flew up, and he hid in the air before the fatal blade was aimed at his true body. However, the death knight had no intention of stopping at all, and was stunned at the shadow spirit. He rushed over in a daze.

His target is everyone present, and the order does not matter at all!

"Force wall!"

"Bang!" The body covered by plate armor hit an invisible force field wall hard before impacting Yelena. The death knight tried to change directions but to no avail. He was still bounced back to the center by the force field. .

The solidity of this invisible wall, which does not seem to be too thick, is staggering. It forms a sphere with a radius of three meters. It wraps and imprisons the Death Knight before he can react. No matter how the huge iron can conflicts, it is There's no way to fight your way out of it.

"Mazzarino!" Ron landed next to the approaching planeswalker, "You actually still have some energy left?"

"You should have taken action earlier!" Shadow Spirit's already pale face had no trace of blood at this moment, "Don't you have a reliable planeswalker?!"

"First you said that the powerful undead creatures here have been wiped out by you, and then you said that you have no spells anymore - you still have a truth in your mouth?!"

"I didn't expect that this death knight would suddenly wake up from his deep sleep..." The old man scratched his hair in embarrassment, "This is my negligence, my negligence."

He then gave a wry smile: "As for spells... Miss, have you seen my naked and dying torso?"

At this moment, the planeswalker looked even more miserable than the people who had just escaped from the gate of hell: his already broken robe was torn into rags and folded in his hands, and he only had a pair of shorts underneath. There is no trace of light outside, and the naked body is shivering in the wind in this open space where negative energy is raging.

But Masarino is not as miserable as he said: although the old man's muscles are a bit flabby, it can still be seen how much he has trained his body. Even at this age, he still maintains a good figure. .

"When this old guy was young, he could definitely compete with the shaman in my tribe." Sera, who had returned to her original size, looked at the planeswalker and coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

When she was fighting just now, she was trying her best to suppress her injuries. Now that the crisis was temporarily lifted, her energy relaxed and her stamina increased.

"You'd better stop talking," Victoria helped Sera sit down, "You take a rest first, and I'll heal you after I finish treating Constance."

"You go ahead, I'm fine, cough," Sera said, exhausted, sitting cross-legged in front of the force field wall imprisoning the death knight, "You still have to take a look at Ivy, our good girl has an iron can to hide her shame, but The injury is definitely more severe than mine.”

"It's not that serious, I'm fine." The tower shield in Ivy's hand fell to the ground with a clang as she pulled out the cloth strips and ropes tied to her wrists and handles, "It just collapsed, it's no big deal. "

"I'm a priest, not your boyfriend." Victoria rolled her eyes at her and took off her armor without saying a word. Sure enough, her forearm was unnaturally twisted into five parts. No wonder she needed to tie the shield to her hand. ——She was probably unable to hold the shield after being knocked away.

"You go take care of Constance first," Ron took out some medical supplies from his backpack, "I'll give Ivy a brief treatment."

"It hurts, it hurts—" When Ron took over, Ivy suddenly screamed in pain, "Ron, please be gentle, I'm going to die—"

"Can't you just use the healing potion?!"

"What are you talking about?" Ron and Victoria said in unison, "Alchemical potions are not omnipotent, especially in your situation. Even if you use healing magic, you have to straighten the bones first."

"Unless you want to look like those demons and undead creatures covered in growths."

The priest's magic can control the direction of treatment to some extent, but the potion does not care about what the injured person should look like. If the treatment is "cured", it will be over.

"Old man, can't you just kill it cleanly?" Sylvia called Gran and the others over, and brought a thick blanket for Marsalino to cover. "Although your spell is of high level, you can't trap it forever, right?"

"One hour? Two hours?"

"Ten minutes," Marsalino sighed, "The force field wall is a fifth-ring spell, don't have too much hope."

"And don't you know? The Death Knight cannot be eliminated by conventional means. Unless his sins are atonement or redemption, no matter how many times he is killed, he will reappear after being destroyed."

"What should we do?!" Sylvia was shocked, "You're not saying that we have to fight him again after healing our wounds?!"

"Well, actually I want to say that you should retreat as soon as you can move," Marsalino sighed , "Even I can't destroy him under normal circumstances, let alone now."

"Old man, I'm afraid we can only ask you to think of a way," Ron stood up, "We don't ask to destroy it now, as long as we can trap it long enough."

"Our main purpose here is to take away a piece of corpse fragments, uh, fragments. The other undead creatures don't seem to have the intention to surround them. As long as you can delay for a while, it will be enough."

"This..." Masarino gritted his teeth, "Okay! It's my problem that the situation has become like this. You saved my life again. It's reasonable that I should pay a little more."

"Well, there are still five minutes now. Help me find my staff, so that I can perform my original Mathematical Recall twice more and buy you 20 minutes!"