Chapter 33
"O ancient land of elves, please guard the brilliance of our natural camp and keep those filthy things away from our homes! Protection from the undead!"
The green rays of light hit George from the bottom up. Suddenly, the blood mist surrounding George was forcibly removed. After losing the air dominance of the fogging technique, George was severely thrown to the ground.
And when George looked up again, the surrounding scenery had changed. The sky of the clear ten thousand li turned gray, and the trees all around were no longer pure vegetation, but exuded potential opponents hostile to George. George felt his throat feel sweet and greasy, and his whole body seemed to be plunged into the mud, and all his actions became so strenuous.
And all of this, thanks to a natural magic: the protection of the undead.
Nature spell draws energy from the universe, summon and creates creatures; while undead spell is the opposite, summon from the dead and creates Undead. In order to resist the undead slandering the remains of the living, the druids use natural will to shelter the remains of the dead. This spell is just for the soldiers who sacrificed on the battlefield to rest in peace. In the forest environment, this spell can be obtained. A stronger boost can even make all Undeads in the spell range weak.
"Necro Protection? Isn't this a Level 3 spell? Why does Green use it?" Lova was surprised at the side. Could it be that the true strength of his subordinates is so deep?
Green's complexion was pale, but he couldn't restrain his excitement. This spell was taught by his father privately. It should have been used normally after the natural spell is promoted. However, Green It is indeed a personal talent. He secretly reduced the complexity of spell. The original range of necromantic protection was changed to a low version of single spell, so that this spell can be used at the cost of overdrawing a small amount of mana.
Originally, no matter how genius Green is, forcing a higher level to cast spell will still be accompanied by failure probability, but this time, in addition to the fatigue caused by overdrawing mana, the process of casting the spell was very smooth and the effect was excellent. , Like a divine help!
The power of love is really strong, and Green came to a conclusion from the bottom of his heart.
The White Tiger in the distance can get there with a few breaths, and the elf hunter’s arrow is already on the bow. In Greene’s view, the vampire on the opposite side will be able to help his stupidity right away. Pay the price.
Just, is it really that simple?
At an angle that Green can't see, George took the cardiotonic needle from his first aid pocket and inserted it forcefully into the blood vessels. With the help of adrenaline, George quickly regained some strength.
Next, George shook his wrist, and two sharp fangs pierced the unsuspecting elf hunter’s throat with precision. The hollow blood trough attached to the fangs quickly made them feel difficult to breathe. He fell to the ground and covered his throat. After a hit, George didn't stop. He endured the discomfort, ran towards Green, gave him a beautiful shoulder drop before his staff had time to shine, and then grabbed his ankle, hard. Tossed at the White Tiger who flew over.
"Cancel summon!" Green, who was thrown away by George, saw that he was about to collide with White Tiger's fangs. He hurriedly recalled White Tiger to the void, finally being caught Summoned Beast managed to save himself before he was killed.
Become the first druid in the history of Elf Race to be killed by his own Summoned Beast? This achievement Green definitely didn't want.
Gasping for breath picked up Green’s staff, George pointed the tip of the staff to Green, and ordered: "Relieve the curse you just released!"
The green light brought The discomfort caused George to feel the real threat to his life, whether it is physical weakness or preventing him from using the blood mist technique again, the consequences are very serious.
Green parted his head, ignoring George's threats. In his opinion, the humiliation of defeat made it difficult for him to accept, let alone disarming the opponent's spell. He would rather be killed by the opponent with a stick now, or be dead with some dignity!