Versatile Mage

The demon man hovered in the air of the entire marching team, his gaze gazing at the front, and finally saw a large group of ghostly creatures wearing white ghost costumes in the dense black carrion army!

The white cloth looks pale, and their bodies seem to be able to penetrate from their bodies. They are not walking, but floating.

"See that guy!" The demon man smiled coldly.

The team began to advance at full speed, and the fire master became the main force of the whole team. The powerful power of the boxing punches toward the black ones, it must be flesh and blood, and the flames in pieces were thrown out in the blackened land. Potholes one after another.

"The Light Masters are also in front, and join other teams!" A Skyhawk Master also coiled in the air, loudly said to the demon man.

In the black carrion tide, you can see the team of human wizards in different directions. The shining magic halo is the most vivid banner, telling the wizards scattered in different regions that they are moving toward Destination gathering!

In the middle-level field, the fire master has occupied a relatively large proportion, and the number of people in the fire system will not be as rare as the mine system. At the same time, it is the most powerful and powerful in this large-scale war. Extremely wide magic, so when the various troops began to meet, they could see a bright red fire blanket as if they were paving a bright road for everyone.

The most feared of the undead is light, followed by fire. The place where the fire ignites the servant-level undead will go in quite brainless, and the result is burned.

The flame continues to burn, and inadvertently, a slave-class undead can be burned into a charred carbon corpse, no longer posing a threat to humanity.

The bright flame is the only thing in the black carrion army that makes the human legions feel a little safe. Everyone pursues the light of magic and pursues the fire of justice rolled up by countless mid-level wizards. It will not be on the road to death. Lost in the direction!

"The other teams have reached the strategic location, and you are slow-moving..." The voice of the demon man fell.

"They are well-trained mage groups, and the mutual cooperation is much stronger than our temporary group." Jiang Li said with some dissatisfaction.

The man ignored Jiang Li, and his eyes suddenly locked a large black mist that was tumbling in the black carrion.

The black mist is like a sandstorm. The goal is that they are the masters who have not yet arrived at the strategic location. From the demon man, you can see that the carrion army is giving way to this black sandstorm! !

"There is something big!!!" The Skyhawk Master in the air shouted.

The Skyhawk Master has just issued an alarm. In the black sandstorm, there is a flesh-colored thing like a tentacle that runs through the air at a very fast speed!

Like a long tongue, like an arm, it is more like a sarcoma that can stretch indefinitely. This weird thing attacks at a very fast speed. When everyone does not react at all, they directly wear the snow of the Skyhawk Master. White Skyhawk.

The eagle’s struggling screams did not come out, and the body that had been pierced by it was extremely stiff, and it was inexplicably twitched in the air.

“咕噜咕噜咕噜~~~~~~~~”

The long flesh tentacles, like huge straws, suddenly agitated and saw something moving through the black sandstorm.

At the same time, this eagle got thinner, and gradually the majestic creature began to dry up again.

The feathers seem to have lost their color, and they have become a body of a feather that has not been known to rot for many years. It is attached to a body with only bones left. This eagle is pumped in just a few seconds. It’s done, it looks like it’s been dried up for a few years!

The Skyhawk Master was so scared that he fell from above and his face became pale and fearful.

"Yes... is the corpse!"

The Skyhawk Master was lucky and escaped, but his Skyhawk died completely. If the terrible shot broke through some part of his body, he might soon become a dry one. The body.

"Organization-level undead, no, we bumped into the leader-level undead?" The veteran military mage looked flustered.

The corpse will not be afraid of them. As long as everyone joins the middle-level magic to the corpse, they will be able to destroy one of the corpses in an instant. There are more than 40 outstanding intermediates in this team. Master, there are no more than 10 in the fire system!

But the corpse is completely different, even if the number of intermediate masters here is doubled, as long as a leader-level undead appears, you can hit the unbreakable middle-level wizard team in a matter of minutes. Zero and eight.

Once the team is dispelled, the undead army will surround everyone one by one, and it will not take long for all of them to die under these dirty, disgusting carrage.

"A few steps away from other teams, I even met the corpse. What do we do now? There is only one high-ranking mage in our team. Although it is not without hope that all of us can unite against the corpse. But there are hundreds of carrion around us, as well as corpses that appear from time to time. The firepower of everyone is used to deal with the rule of the undead. Soon these things will drag us away..." The Master of a Magic Association Shouted and screamed.

The leader-level undead is a nightmare for them, and only one appearance can make everyone die without a place to die.

"What to do, are we going to die here, we don't want to die!"

"Signal, fast signal to request reinforcements from other teams, they have a lot of high-level wizards!"

"Captain, send a distress signal, the black sandstorm is getting closer, I don't want to be drained like that..."

The assembly wizards have been heart-wrenching. The death of the eagle has been too bad. I thought that I would like to take a bag of yoghurt and **** the blood, gravy and internal organs into the same thing as the straw. They feel that they are all in the body. trembling!

"Hey, generally sand, the speed of marching is like a tortoise. Even the guts are so much worse than the regular army. You must know that you are a group of people, why should you send any assembly signals... Give me a step forward!" The demon man fanned his wings and said ridiculously to these people.

"Captain, what you said is easy..."

"If you have time nonsense, it is better to draw a few more star maps. I will deal with the corpse of the black sandstorm. You will kill me in the past!!" The demon man changed the usual tone of the demon, the expression was awe, the voice Cold iron, his eyes swept over the crowd, see Mo Fan and others have returned to the team, and then continued: "The vice captain, and I went to kill the corpse!"

"Fuck|Your sister, Laozi just returned to the team!" Mo Fan gasped and turned into a arrogant lioness roaring.