The villain is invincible

Chapter 977 Persuasion
That's why Tyrande sighed angrily.

But when his third wave of arrows hits...

The counterattack from the undead has arrived.

"not good!!"

Mai Fan yelled at the followers behind him: "Hurry up and hide!"

"What about you? Master?!"

"Me?" Mai Fan looked at the necromancer analysis chart shown in the diary, pointed in the direction of the night elf and shouted, "I'll help him!"

"If he can survive this time, he can only follow us!"

"An advanced elite elf! It's much rarer than an ordinary night elf!"

Anger is an infrequent state for night elves.

They are self-restrained and elegant, and excessive mood swings are rare.

What they don't know is that the more such emotions are, the more they are catalysts for evolution.

Now, an elite elf appears.

Mai Fanke couldn't bear him to fold here.

He had to find a way to use the golden finger to rescue the other party.

Of course, this does not mean that Mai Fan can defeat the necromancer on the opposite side.

This is simply a joke.

The night elves, the evolved versions of the higher races, were no match for the other.

He is a person whose combat power is equal to that of the lower races, even if he is the strongest of the lower races, he is still the one who is rubbed against the ground by both sides.

But the low combat power doesn't mean that he has nothing to do with the opponent.

You must know that there are very subtle mutual restraints between races.

The nemesis of some high-level ethnic groups is likely to be some extremely inconspicuous low-level ethnic groups.

And Mai Fan is the bug-like existence who has mastered the weaknesses of each group.

It can be difficult to defeat or even hurt each other.

But let the opponent be afraid, so as to stop the attack, and give them a chance to escape...

Mai Fan felt that he could still do this.

Perhaps Mai Fan's words were too firm, and all his followers stayed obediently.

Mai Fan bent over and rushed in the direction of the night elves alone.

It's like a small boat in the torrent, fighting against this huge wave.

This scene was clearly seen by the shopkeeper standing inside the cetacean, and he jumped up and down in fright.

"This is crazy, you are a potion maker, you are such a weak and precious person..."

"How can you do it like this group of barbarians!"

"These thugs, these rough bastards, I want to complain to the City Lords Alliance!"

If the pharmacist just died like this... wouldn't there be one more wish he hadn't fulfilled?

But then, something that surprised everyone happened.

The necromancer is charging, and everyone who knows magic knows that this is the prelude to the magnification.

The magic levels in this world are divided in great detail.

The level of magic that can change the world is at least above level six.

In the process of releasing the sixth-level magic, let alone ordinary people go away...it is not bad if they are not torn apart immediately.

Even if he didn't look at the night elves as his opponent, he had evolved.

As if facing a big enemy, not to mention hiding behind an earthen wall, he even blocked his own longbow in front of him.

But what about Mai Fan?How did he swim past it?

In this torrent, not only was he not blown away...

He turned around in front of the necromancer with ease, and then followed the flow of the airflow, floating directly in front of the night elf.

In fact, is this his free performance?

Really not, Mai Fan just made full use of the principle of floating with the current.

He does not fight these self-generated currents.

He just took a free ride on the airflow that was the smoothest and finally reached the night elves based on the analysis in his diary.

The airflow he created with the necromancer magic successfully reached the night elves.

Then, amidst the anxious reminder from the other party, he asked Tyrande a question.

"After this battle, can you stay in the Dark City?"

Tyrande was a little annoyed: "Why did you come here, are you going to face death with me?"

"Yes! I knew the consequences. I didn't think about living this battle."

"He let me know that no matter how many pharmacy masters I find, there will only be one final result."

"That is my wife will no longer belong to me!"

"I know that I am no match for that wizard, so even if I die with my wife, I am willing."

After all, no one can help their husband and wife for a lifetime.

Mai Fan was cured this time, so as long as the wizard doesn't give up... his wife will still go to that world sooner or later.

So what if he walked with Mai Fan?
The other party is a wizard of the undead clan, who can collect lives thousands of miles away, like a death-like undead clan.

Then there is not only one way left for him?Kill this enemy who covets his wife, otherwise, he will die with his wife.

"If, I promise, as long as you follow me...the other party can't do anything to you?"

This sentence gave Tyrande hope for life.

"If so, Mr. Willick Van, I swear by my life and the glory of my clan."

"I will be loyal to Mr. Willikfan for life, and will never betray! I will dedicate my soul and body, and do my best to fulfill Mr.'s wish!"

Just get rid of this maniac, preferably once and for all.

"Okay, the oath is fulfilled now! Let me settle this matter for you!"

Mai Fan made a promise, he turned around directly, and confronted the necromancer opposite who was accumulating strength and magnifying his moves.

At this time, there were bright red words on the top of the necromancer's head.

And that word is counting down second by second.

This is the formation time of at least six-level magic that he has gathered.

This is an extremely powerful, single-body magic.

But at this level, even the magic of a single body will affect the surrounding area.

Even for his own safety, Mai Fan must interrupt his spellcasting as soon as possible.

And the diary marked the weakness of this undead family, which happened to be where his soul fire was.

When he dealt with the soul body last time, what method did he use?

Mai Fan's own skills... try to surpass the other party?
He was thinking in his heart, and he had already begun to draw symbols in his hand.

A mysterious feeling rose from the soles of his feet... The people around him couldn't help but start to retreat.

This is unscientific, a very terrifying symbol appeared on the body of this blackened species.

It's simple, but it's as hot as the sun.

Oh, what is the sun, they don't know, it is said that it comes from light, something like the moon.

It's just that the day and warmth over there are all brought by this kind of thing.

(End of this chapter)