Archdemon

The two of them were so busy that they had to fight.

"Hahaha!"

The hobgoblin warrior laughed excitedly, but he underestimated the vitality of the skeleton warrior.

As long as the soul fire in the skull is not extinguished, even if only the chin can move, these skeleton warriors will continue to fight.

The soul fire of the skeleton warrior flickered brightly and darkly. He opened his big hands and hugged the hobgoblin directly, but the skeleton warrior who had lost his spine had little power to hug him, and the hobgoblin officer easily broke free.

However, it was this delay that another skeleton warrior also rushed up and hugged the hobgoblin officer tightly.

The skeleton warrior waiting on the side would not miss this opportunity, and directly chopped the skeleton warrior's arm and the hobgoblin warrior's chest together with a knife.

The sharp bone blade cut off the skeleton's arms, the armor on the hobgoblin, and the flesh of the hobgoblin.

The hobgoblin warrior wailed in pain. He struggled to break free from the skeleton warrior's grasp and wanted to escape.

But how could he be let go when he was injured? A thrown short spear shot from his back. This was the attack of another skeleton warrior. The thrown short spear pierced him with huge kinetic energy.

A fierce hobgoblin officer died under the siege of the skeletons.

However, on the battlefield, the goblins continued to kill the skeleton warriors with the help of the advantage in numbers and the herbs and the Marlo spell.

The balance of victory was also constantly tilting towards the goblins.

The goblin shaman Marlo had already discarded two more corpses beside him, which meant that he had released two more witchcrafts.

Bloodthirsty Curse, Stoneskin Curse

With the blessing of spells, the combat effectiveness of those hobgoblin warriors was even higher.

Although Malo had never let down his guard, Huo Ling still slowly approached.

In the chaotic battlefield, no one noticed that Huo Ling was hiding in a goblin's room two hundred meters away, watching Malo dancing the shaman dance and releasing the fourth spell.

This room was originally a goblin's residence, but now it belongs to Huo Ling. As for the original owner's family, they were lying on the ground with their necks broken.

Estimating that Malo had almost finished dancing, Huo Ling also began to cast a spell.

Bone cone!

Bone cone!

Bone cone!

Three consecutive spells enchanted on the staff were activated by Huo Ling.

These bone cones, as thick as a child's arm, carried huge energy and hit the goblin shaman Malo.

"Puff!"

Malo, whose spell was interrupted by this unexpected spell, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. This was the backlash of the spell after the spell was interrupted.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Then the two bone cones that hit Malo were also blocked by the life-saving items on Malo's body.

At this time, Malo's heart ached. He saw that the ancestral amulet hanging around his neck had broken into pieces and was completely destroyed.

This was the amulet he used a lot of magic materials and combined with the breath of the ancestral spirit to refine for himself. It can resist several attacks.

Unexpectedly, after using it for more than ten years, it was destroyed by a sneak attack today.

"It's you!!!"

Malo, who looked like a madman, noticed the direction of the attack and saw Huo Ling by the window.

"I'm going to kill you!" Malo's tone was cold.

He took out a shriveled venomous snake body from the bag on his waist with trembling hands, dipped his fingers in his own blood, and prepared to cast a spell to attack the enemy.

But Huo Ling would not give him this opportunity. His mental power moved slightly.

The five black iron skeleton warriors rushed out like a tiger descending a mountain.

"Stop them!!" Even though the goblin assistant had fulfilled his mission, he screamed and commanded the goblin guards around the shaman.

Even the shaman Marlowe saw this scene, his eyes were full of praise, he was casting spells and chanting spells, and he couldn't stop talking.

But Huo Ling always planned before he acted, and since he started attacking, he would not stop.

Negative energy ray!

A gray ray shot towards Marlowe again as Huo Ling cast a spell.

"Crack"

Another amulet was destroyed by Huo Ling's spell, but this time the spell still did not hurt the shaman Marlowe.

This is the bad thing about fighting with spellcasters, they have countless life-saving items on their bodies.

Huo Ling gnashed his teeth when he saw this scene. Originally, these amulets should have been his trophies, but now they were consumed like this.

The shaman's attack spells have good attack power, but the casting time is long.

Huo Ling took out a tube of potion from his bracelet and took a sip.

He drank it and felt his magic power recovering rapidly.

Then, he began to draw runes

Soul Whip!

Although this spell has no attack power, it will cause severe pain to the soul and ignore defense. With Huo Ling's current strength, this spell can only attack with one whip.

"Ah!!!"

Soul Whip hit Malo's soul and hit it hard. Malo let out a painful wail.

His spell was interrupted again, and more blood spurted out of his mouth and nose. He was in pain and rolled on the ground like a shrimp.

Gray Fog

Huo Ling released gray fog several times in a row, covering the entire battlefield, and the morale of the goblins plummeted.

Unless they get close, they don't know where the enemy is, let alone attack.

However, the skeletons on Huo Ling's side are not affected. They rely on soul fire to sense the enemy's life information and have no vision at all.

On Ma Luo's side, he trembled and climbed up from the ground, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his mouth and nose.

"Damn Necromancer, I want you dead!!!"

He took a piece of animal bone from his body, on which he had engraved an attack spell.

Ma Luo activated it directly, and then a black shadow jumped out of the animal bone, and under the guidance of mental power, attacked Huo Ling.

"Boom!"

A huge spell attack fell on Huo Ling's mage shield, instantly consuming more than 100 degrees of armor value of the shield.

Seeing that the energy of this spell had not dissipated, Huo Ling directly took out the mage shield scroll, activated it, and opened a new shield to cover himself.

This spell attacked several more times before it exhausted its energy and dissipated.

This made Huo Ling wipe his sweat, and the shaman's attack really should not be underestimated.

Although their spellcasting efficiency is low and barbaric, they still have merits in terms of attack power.

But the battle ended there. Huo Ling drank another tube of mana recovery potion.

The guards around the shaman had been killed by the skeleton warriors.

Now five skeleton warriors continued to attack the shaman Marlowe, and his life-saving items disappeared one by one.

Huo Ling silently cast a spell.

Touch of fatigue.

Soul whipping

Negative energy ray...

Finally, after Huo Ling drank the third tube of mana recovery potion, Marlowe was successfully killed by a skeleton warrior.

Huo Ling's eyes showed joy, and he ordered the skeleton warriors to take Marlowe's body away.

Then he tore open the scrolls of the fireball spell.

The fireball spell fell into the house of the goblin tribe, causing a huge explosion and burning with flames.

The battlefield itself was obscured by Huo Ling's use of gray fog. Now with the flames and explosions, the remaining goblins' morale collapsed and they fled for their lives.