Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 35: Curse
The necromancer's pale and skinny cheeks had an abnormal blush, and the smell of blood on the battlefield made him a little dizzy.

He felt at ease as he felt the arcane fluctuations around him. Those were the various protective spells he had spent half an hour casting for himself when he got up in the morning.

"Shhhhhh!"

Several arrows fell towards him from the sky, but when they were about to get close to him, they were immediately interrupted by a mysterious force.

The arrow floated in the air, then deflected in the opposite direction, and was finally shot back to the source of the bow by an unknown force generated from nowhere.

On the city wall, an unlucky gray dwarf was raining arrows on the city wall, but the next moment, an arrow came from nowhere and pierced his head from top to bottom!
This is the power of the third-ring protective spell [Reverse Arrow].

Protective spells like this are the ones he casts every morning when he wakes up.

"Kill him, kill the dragon, and I swear in the name of the Deaver family, you will get the ladder to ascend!"

The Necromancer loudly instilled benefits to the shadow sword warriors around him. He pointed his pale finger at the dragon, and the shadow sword warriors immediately rushed out.

He showed his dark yellow teeth, a decayed breath came out of his mouth, obscure spells entangled in the magic web, and gusts of cold wind blew.

He challenged the dragon in a shrill voice: "I curse you! Proud dragon, I curse your scales to decay and rot, I curse your brain to become slow and dead, and I curse your fate to be shrouded in endless doom!"

Three-ring necromancy spell——[Curse]!
The superposition of the triple curse consumed three of his third-ring spell slots, and the malice condensed into a dark light that shot towards the dragon.

Nemesis frowned and did not try to dodge. The power of the curse could not be avoided, and only the power of the priest could purify it.

But fortunately, the scales of the scroll dragon, which were full of powerful anti-magic power, weakened the power of the dark light by at least 70%.

The cover of the triple curse only made his scales covered with a layer of misty dust and his brain became a little dull.

Nemesis shook his head, trying to shake off the dullness, but the power of the curse was not so easy to remove.

Without the help of a priest, he must kill the curse-caster to lift the curse.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously. Why didn't we just pretend to fight each other? Why did we have to fight so hard?

The dragon licked its fangs and said, "You are really seeking death."

He first glanced at the shadow swords rushing towards him from all around, and terrifying psychic energy gushed out, with one red energy wave after another covering all the shadow swords.

[Psychic Blast] stunned them in place, and what followed was an energy frenzy created by Nemesis using psychic power to interfere with reality.

Three-ring transformation spell [Energy Cone]!
Massive elemental waves, one after another, transformed into strong winds, ice, thunder, lightning, and fire, devouring all mortals that dared to stand in their way.

With the dragon as the center, all creatures within a twenty-meter radius of Nemesis suffered a horrific blow.

Some were frozen into ice by the cold, some had their internal organs shattered by the exciting sound waves, and some were turned into charcoal by lightning and fire.

The necromancer swallowed his saliva. What was going on? This scroll dragon also had psychic powers? This attack must have at least the effect of a sixth-ring power.

Nemesis lay back down again, waiting for the effect of the Weakening Spell to wear off, as if the being who had just exploded with terrible power was not him.

In the previous attack, Nemesis spent fifty points of spiritual energy and instantly released the [Energy Cone] ten times, which only required five points of spiritual energy to cast.

His brain was a little slow to begin with, and he felt a tingling sensation in his brain after casting the spell so quickly.

The Mind Gem seemed to sense the master's predicament, and the gentle power of the mind was like a tide, soothing the brain, and the cool and gentle feeling made him feel comfortable. Nemesis' body relaxed, and the effect of the Weak Energy Spell was lifted at this time. He flapped his wings and flew off the ground again. The surrounding monsters and shadow swords could only sigh in despair.

He looked at the necromancer who cast the curse, and the supernatural power contained in the blood of the Mind Dragon began to boil. It was a power that was naturally engraved in his body.

Three-ring mind enchantment ability——[Breathing Disaster]!
The necromancer suddenly grabbed his throat, he couldn't breathe!

The psychic power that had been amplified with a large amount of psychic energy penetrated the protective spell and changed the necromancer's brain cognition. At this time, he had forgotten how to breathe.

"I can't breathe, no! Wait, what is breathing? I'm going to die, how can I know what this thing called breathing is, who can save me, how can I breathe?"

At the moment when the Necromancer was about to suffocate, his brain finally remembered what breathing was. He gasped for air like a drowning man. His brain, which was extremely lacking in oxygen, was cloudy and dull, and everything became blurry.

But before he could recover, a chain of spell attacks arrived.

Thick lightning shot out from the dragon's claws like a laser, and a shield of protection from the elements appeared on the Necromancer's body, and he started a fierce battle with the lightning.

The giant dragon that was releasing lightning was unlucky enough to be blown away by a sudden gust of wind, causing the lightning to shake instantly, allowing the shield to survive for a second.

Nemesis snorted coldly and chanted the spell again. The formation of another [Lightning Beam] spell increased the power of the lightning. The blue and white energy snake became thicker, but the owner of the protective spell was still not in good condition at this time.

Finally, the shield could no longer hold, and the lightning pierced through the Necromancer's chest in an instant, and the huge wound took his life.

The curser died, and Nemesis felt that his own curse also disappeared, and Sgena next to him had also long since gotten rid of the influence of the weakening spell.

She used her strong body to withstand the curse attack of another wizard and flattened it with one claw. From beginning to end, the necromancer was completely helpless against her.

This is the weakness of necromancy spells. They rely on curses to weaken the enemy and then send out undead armies to besiege.

This kind of fighting style is actually very powerful when facing a wizard of the same level and in an advantageous situation. After all, spell slots are very precious, and a Necromancer can often wear down the opponent with worthless cannon fodder.

However, the embarrassing thing is that facing those melee professionals with strong physique, the Necromancer appears to be very weak.

Especially for high-level melee professionals, they can easily crush those undead toys with just a punch or a kick, and the curse has greatly reduced effect on them.

As for the high-level necromancer's gatekeeper, his powerful instant death spell would most likely fail when facing physically strong opponents.

Not to mention the existence of instant death spells, which has led to the proliferation of various magical items that can defend against instant death spells in the continent of Faerun.

Therefore, creatures like dragons naturally restrain all necromancers.

On the contrary, simple and crude energy-shaping spells and enchantment spells, which have always been the nemesis of melee combat, are good choices when facing warriors.

The six-ringed necromancer became furious when he saw that his two apprentices were dead. He did not even bother to gather strength to deal with Saurfang. He raised his hand and began to cast a spell.

Nemesis, who was rummaging through the corpse of the necromancer, saw a spell book. His eyes lit up, and the next moment he felt his hair stand on end again. He knew danger was coming.

He immediately shouted to Signa: "Hurry up if the wind blows!"

After saying this, regardless of whether Sgena heard it or not, he grabbed the spell book from the corpse, flapped his wings, and flew quickly towards the city wall while constantly teleporting, his psychic powers flashing one after another.

(End of this chapter)