Chapter 2004 The Violent Wind

"Damn woman, the noise makes people's ears hurt!"

Joan rubbed his aching ears and cursed in a low voice.

In fact, he had long expected that the current critical situation might arise, and due to time constraints, he only had time to make five sets of contingency plans in advance.

Seeing that the Banshee was about to hug her head and howl again, Qiao An decisively took out the "Bull's Eye Magic Lamp", intending to implement the "Second Plan", lighting the lamp and sending the Banshee into the maze of another world forcibly, fighting for herself and her companions. During the respite, re-bless the protective spells, and after stabilizing the ground, I will ambush the banshee and translate for this stinky bitch, what is Te Niang's "open door"!

Joan brought up the magic lamp and was about to recite the incantation, when suddenly there was a long whistle in his ears, and the storm hit him, causing him to stagger backwards, and the bull's-eye magic lamp in his hand almost flew out of his hands.

This sudden storm contained strong negative energy, which made Qiao An's heart tremble. Looking at the terrifying aura of the dark sky and the flying sand and stones, does the Banshee have other powerful undead allies?

Looking up hastily, Joan was surprised to find that the Banshee had stopped casting her spell. She turned her head to look at the stormy lake, her face was full of horror, as if she had a premonition that a natural enemy was coming.

"Joan, what's going on!" Hailaer walked over against the wind, holding the young mage's arms tightly.

"I don't know either. It seems that there is some kind of undead creature on the island that is more terrifying than the Banshee, and it is rushing here..."

There is no need for Joan to say the second half of the sentence. A gray tornado column has already appeared on the lake, stirring up the lake water and steam, and it is rushing towards the shore of the lake.

The lake water was thrown high by the storm, and then fell down in the air. The warm rain splashed on his face and body, but Joan's heart felt a little chilly.

Under the horrified gaze of the four young men, a 60-foot-high tornado column landed proudly, swirling and sweeping like a giant gray dragon.

Those ghosts were the first to bear the brunt. It is reasonable to say that incorporeal undead creatures would not be affected by the storm in the material world, but all the ghosts seemed to be... well, what a ghost... scared and turned around and fled away from the tornado.

Obviously, the speed of the ghost could not be compared with that of the storm, and it was overtaken within two seconds. There was a series of sonorous and powerful sounds of drawing knives in the tornado, and then six swords of different lengths extended out, as if being invisible Hold it with your hand, rotate and cut at high speed with the wind, dragging countless bright arcs in the night sky.

In the blink of an eye, all the ghost servants of the Banshee were killed by the sword, turning into wisps of gray smoke and being blown away by the storm.

The Banshee gritted her teeth, her eyes stared at the storm wrapped in swords, and pale soul fire almost burst out from her eyes.

Before the storm approached, the Banshee raised her translucent slender hand, trying to cast a spell to attack.

Joan has been paying close attention to the behavior of the Banshee, and when she realizes that she is going to cast a spell, she immediately concentrates on identifying the spell configuration!

Judging from the level of magic power, this should be an 8-level spell. If nothing else, it should belong to the Necromancy School, and its configuration is a bit like a 4-level "withering spell"!

The attack spells of the necromancy school usually cannot be used to kill the undead, in order to report the banshee's intelligence attribute as high as 16, of course, it is not possible to make such a low-level mistake.

"Wither" is one of the very few necromancy spells that can be used to kill or injure undead. Since the banshee is about to cast a more powerful "wither", it is likely to be...

Qiao An vaguely guessed the details of this spell, and time has not allowed him to further in-depth identification, so he decisively extracted 4 "myth powers", and even guessed and foolishly carried out "myth countermeasures"!

Hey! I guessed it right!

The counter-spell was successful, and Qiao An was secretly happy. It really was the 8-level "withering spell"!

The banshee failed to cast a spell, so she suddenly turned around and glared at the young mage with resentment in her eyes.

Fortunately, Qiao An blessed the "reflective gaze" in advance, and the eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of mercury film, which completely shielded the "crazy gaze" transmitted by the banshee through the line of sight.

At the same time, the gray tornado with six swords has already rushed over, swinging the sword and slashing at the Banshee frantically.

These six swords are all enchanted weapons, and one of them is a huge black and blue sword that is particularly eye-catching. It is no less than fourteen feet long and as wide as a door panel.

The other five swords, cut on the Banshee, were occasionally avoided by her incorporeal nature, but only the wave-bladed giant sword could hit the Banshee every time, cutting her slender body to almost disappear .

The Banshee screamed in pain, and suddenly turned her head and floated towards the jungle far away from the lake shore, where she disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The gray storm stopped circling and shrank into a phantom in human form. Although it was an incorporeal undead, it was not difficult to see the tall and mighty image of this person in life.

The six swords hovered around the dead man, hovering slowly, so that Joan could see clearly that the hilt of the wave-bladed giant sword was inlaid with beautiful rubies, and the No. 2 rune Ur was engraved in the center of the sword spine. !

"Tyrfing!"

Hailar couldn't help but exclaimed.

The line of sight shifted from the giant sword to the face of the dead man, but he couldn't see the other's face clearly, and the girl's eyes couldn't help but filled with tears.

"Father, is that you?" The girl's trembling voice echoed in the night sky, "My name is Hyrule Green, and I am your daughter!"

The soulless man did not respond to the girl's call. He took a deep look at her and turned around resolutely. He turned into a howling storm again and flew straight to the lake, disappearing into the depths of the mist in a blink of an eye.

Watching his father's back disappear at the end of his vision, Hailar finally couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes. Hearing footsteps behind him, he quickly raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, not wanting his friend to see his fragile side.

"Sister Cai Fan, what are you still doing, hurry up and catch up!" Holden eagerly urged.

Hailar shook his head, looking lonely.

"Forget it. I was not born when my father died. Even if he was still alive, he would not recognize my daughter. Besides, he has become an undead. Let him rest in peace."

"Sorry, I have to tell the truth, if your father can really rest in peace, he won't be an undead!"

Holden's words seemed to be sarcasm, but they actually encouraged Hailar to cheer up in a special way.

"Your dad can't recognize you as a posthumous girl. It's normal, but he can at least recognize your mother. There must be a portrait of Mrs. Nanna beside you, right? Hurry up and show it to your dad Ah! Then the father and daughter will reunite, and everyone will be happy!"

Hailaer was quite moved by what he said, looking at the direction where his father was going away, his eyes hesitated.