Diablo Destruction

Unprepared, I stood there in a daze, unable to react for a moment. Why, the murderous aura was clearly coming from the other side of the forest, when did he run over my head...

Churudun watched the tip of the wrist blade in his hand gradually approach the target's head, and couldn't help but reveal a ferocious smile on his face: See if I don't kill you this time! !

It was too late. Even if I could react in time, I could not escape this extremely deceptive and concealed blow. Time seemed to suddenly slow down. I could even feel that under the stimulation of the cold blade tip, My scalp quickly became numb with goosebumps.

At the moment when the tip of the blade was less than one centimeter away from the top of my head, a smile suddenly appeared in my eyes.

"Ice-sealed armor."

He spat out four words coldly.

"What...what..."

For a moment, Churuden, who was watching his wrist blade stabbing down bit by bit with wide eyes, suddenly noticed a snow-white light flashing from the opponent's body. He didn't have time to react at all. The next moment, the wrist blade struck out. There was a touch of resistance.

It must have been stabbed!

With many years of experience, he could tell it right away, but what came with the real feeling of touch was a coldness that penetrated his heart. For a moment, his whole body stiffened, and only his brain was buzzing. Buzzing.

No...impossible...isn't this the wizard's ice armor? Why……

"ha……"

I took a big breath and thanked God for the rules. Otherwise, no matter how many lives I had, I wouldn't have been able to die from the blow on my head just now.

However, now is not the time to relax. Assassins rely most on their own speed, so generally speaking. The equipment they choose will be biased towards anti-freezing properties, and the first-level ice armor cannot delay him for much time.

So, in the next breath, I immediately activated the magic prepared in the magic superposition technique - ice storm!

Why not attack with ice storm at the beginning, and then stack other spells? This is because when Ice Storm is cast, the light is too obvious and can easily be seen through by the enemy, and it must be aimed. The ice armor activates instantly without aiming. It takes effect immediately as soon as the enemy attacks. Therefore, low-level magic is not necessarily weaker than high-level magic. In this world, there is no strongest magic, only the most suitable. Earth magic.

Prepare for the ice storm early. Naturally, it hit the assassin's stiff body without any surprise. With a "bump", a white mist-like freezing air spread out from his frozen body, enveloping his entire body.

There can be no rush or chaos. Step by step, seeing everything going as expected, I secretly suppressed my excitement while preparing for the third one. It is also the last magic. I replaced the magic staff in my hand. Although the attack power is very high, I dare not use it to hit the assassin who was frozen into ice, because one of the attributes of the magic staff is "+ 5-30 fire damage", using it to knock will only speed up the assassin's unfreezing.

Therefore, I replaced it with the "+1-4 cold damage, duration 3 seconds" ice spike mace that exploded in Taymor Highlands last time. While preparing the next spell, he knocked on the "Assassin Jelly" carelessly. He didn't want to cause much damage, as long as it could delay the assassin's unfreezing time even a little.

As expected, he has anti-freeze equipment. The ice storm that can usually freeze ordinary monsters for more than ten seconds only lasted about 3 seconds on the assassin, and there were bursts of "clacking" ice. The sound of breaking blocks.

But enough is enough.

The moment the assassin broke through the ice. In front of me, a dense icy air had gathered that almost froze my soul.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

next moment. An ice shock wave composed of a frozen air mass in the coldest land was emitted from the frozen air and passed directly through the assassin's body.

Churuton, which had just thawed, was affected by the ice. His movements were still very slow, and he could not escape the attack of the polar storm. For a moment, he felt that the blood in his body was about to freeze.

Although Polar Storm does not have a freezing function, it is easy to limit its speed. Maybe its resistance to freezing is not low, but don't forget that our Polar Storm is already level 8.

How can it be! ! !

Seeing his life declining rapidly, Churudun's mind went blank. Why, why could the Druid use mage skills, and why the damage in this polar storm was so great? In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and now , before him, there were only two choices he could think of. Either choice would almost lead to a narrow escape from death.

The first option is to take out the dissolving potion from the belt and drink it, but taking things out of the belt also takes time. What's worse is that he is now in a frozen state, which will take even longer, depending on the rate of his current decline in life. Look, even Chunqiu Luden himself thought it was impossible. If he hadn't hit the ice storm at the beginning, he might still be able to win.

Therefore, he could only choose the second method.

Psychic Warhammer.

While I was trying my best to control the polar storm that enveloped the assassin, I suddenly felt a heaviness in my chest, and the condensed mana was almost scattered. Fortunately, the meditation and spiritual exercises I had done recently allowed me to concentrate a lot more mentally. Otherwise, just that moment was enough to interrupt my polar storm.

However, before I could get happy, a black object suddenly bounced out of the assassin's hand.

Fire blast.

Before I could recover from the impact of the psychic hammer, I was hit by an explosion of flames again. My body was blown back a few steps, and the polar storm in my hand suddenly stopped.

Good opportunity. Churudun felt his body suddenly warm. He reacted immediately and instantly cast a burst of speed on himself. Then he turned around and ran. He wanted to leave here, far away. He never wanted to see the devil in front of him again in his life. Druid.

However, when he took the first step. He felt his heel slip and his whole body was spinning.

Bastard...bastard...how could this happen! !

Feeling that his body was slowly turning upside down, he opened his eyes in disbelief. A crystal clear ice road appeared in his eyes, spreading from his feet to the depths of the forest more than ten meters away.

However, this ice road as beautiful as a fairy tale has become his deadly weapon at this time.

What a joke! ! Churuton tried hard to control his fallen body, but was affected by the polar storm just now. The muscles that were usually flexible were now as stiff as iron.

With a "bump", he fell to the ground and slid several meters away. The following Xiaoxue immediately teleported towards him...

I also stared wide-eyed. I originally thought that I would fall short again this time, but I didn't expect that there would be such a dramatic ending. The opponent who had been tricked by me twice in a row and managed to survive would unexpectedly end up because of a small negligence on my part. Sliding on a piece of ice that was inadvertently formed by my polar storm, I couldn't help but feel a little bit ridiculous. At the same time, with such a living example happening in front of me, I also secretly took a warning - no matter when . They must not get carried away.

The ghost wolves surrounding him had dispersed, leaving Xiaoxue still holding him down on the ground to prevent him from escaping. According to my instructions, they only left a little life for the assassin.

I took a closer look. At this time, the assassin has entered a weak state under the torture of the ghost wolves. He is dying and being held down by Xiaoxue. His health value is only in single digits. It is indeed "a little bit". Needless to say, this is definitely Xiaoxue's. masterpiece.

Forget it, knock him out and transport him back to Rogge's camp.

I thought so. Looking over, he couldn't help but see the decisive smile of the other party. As if he had gathered his last strength, he put the wrist blade in his hand into his arms.

not good!

I screamed inwardly, but it was too late to stop it.

In an instant, blood blossomed everywhere.

I quickly took out a bottle of rejuvenation potion in my hand, although I felt it was not worth wasting such a precious thing to save a scumbag. But he is also a human being after all. My heart is not that cold yet.

But after walking forward, I shook my head. Sighing, he put the potion back. The stabbing just now had consumed the last bit of his life. It could be seen from the fact that his chest never healed, but instead spurted out a steady stream of bright red blood. His health value It's over. Even if an angel comes, he may not be able to save him.

The blood on the ice ground slowly spread from his body, revealing the beautiful sadness. Even when a person is about to die, he does good deeds. At this time, there is no trace of coldness and sinister breath on his face anymore. Zhang is about 20 years old, with a delicate and slightly pale ordinary face. It is unimaginable that Zhang was so arrogant just a moment ago.

I turned my head away somewhat unbearably. The warrior's strong vitality allowed him to retain a trace of consciousness even though his life had withered. His lips were constantly trembling, as if he was telling something.

"Do you have any last words that you want to convey to your relatives or friends? I will convey them to you properly." I squatted down and asked softly.

As if he heard my voice, he turned his head to look at me with great effort. A trace of ridicule suddenly appeared on his pale face, and then he tilted it weakly. His mouth kept murmuring, as if he was talking to me, but it seemed that he was not. , so vague that people seem to understand but not understand.

"Kula... Ste is a... ghost place, humid and hot... full of ferocious beasts. Lugaoin is also a ghost place... dry and cold... hot and dry, with nothing but sand... and sure... sure enough... it still smells like home... Okay...ok...Kulnanna...honey...you're here to pick up..."

The voice gradually lowered, and I was stunned for a moment, thinking carefully about his words, what on earth was he going to say? Or is it just nagging in a vague consciousness.

When I came back to my senses, he had gently closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. It was completely different from the cold and cold expression I had seen before, like a smile like a child getting candy.

"Wu, thank you for your hard work..."

Just as I was looking at his body at a loss, a familiar voice from behind made me jump unexpectedly, and then I collapsed like a frightened grasshopper.

"It's you, Kasha, do you want to scare me to death?"

I turned around and saw that familiar face, and Songli complained in one breath.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Kasha smiled faintly, revealing an aura of sadness that was completely different from her usual playful self.

"When did you come here?"

"Just this morning, I originally wanted to take action, but seeing your enthusiastic look, I chose to wait and see. How is it? What do you think of this battle?" Kasha smiled and looked at me and asked. .

"It's terrible. If I can, I don't want to face such enemies again. Those mindless monsters are cuter." I sighed heavily.

"That won't work. If you keep fighting those dull monsters, you won't be able to truly become a master."

"Why……"

I sighed again and pointed at the assassin's body.

"It seems like you know something. Can you tell me what's going on? Why did he kill his own kind?"

"Are you sure you want to know? In fact, it was this matter that I hesitated to tell you last time. I thought it wouldn't be too late to tell you when I got to Lu Gaoyin, but I didn't expect trouble to come to the door so soon."

"That's enough, tell me quickly, it's already involved me, isn't it?"

I said impatiently, with a chill in my heart. If I hadn't met him this time, if it had been Lal and the others, or if he had successfully invaded Rogge's camp, wouldn't Sarah and the others also be in danger? ? Thinking of this, I can no longer face it with an attitude of not caring about myself.

"They are, fallen ones..."