Chapter 567 Encounter on a Narrow Road

Clark took the water bag from Joan, took a big sip, and smacked his lips. He didn't taste the expected bitter taste of the medicine, but he believed that Joan would not joke with him on such a terrible thing.

Casio and Shrek also took turns to take the water bags, and each poured a big mouthful of potions that fused "mythical energy", and then returned the water bags to Joan.

"We have worked so hard to get here. The hope of success is right in front of us. No matter what, we must overcome this last hurdle!"

Clark's expression was extremely solemn, and his burning eyes fell on the face of the young mage.

"Brother Joan, I will push open the door later, and join forces with the fat man and the poet to drag down the iron golem. Don't worry about our business, rush into the teleportation array as soon as possible, go to the attic to find the Kostchurch collar, and get off immediately when you find it." Lou meet us!"

Qiao An knew that time was running out, and now was not the time to procrastinate, so she nodded solemnly.

Clark greeted Shrek, and the two turned around and walked to the door of the hall, each holding down a heavy door panel, pushing it inward with force.

The door hinge creaked, and Joan's heart rose to his throat.

Just when the big iron gate was about to open, there was a sudden whistling of sharp air from behind, as if the "wind ladder" was coming up.

Joan was taken aback, first he and Casio looked at each other in blank dismay, then turned around and looked behind at the same time.

At the end of the corridor, the "Pneumatic Ladder" really went up!

"This is impossible!" Casio exclaimed, "There are only four of us in the castle, how could the 'wind ladder' go up for no reason!"

Before the words were finished, the opposite staircase opened, and three familiar figures came out one after another.

The leader of the black-robed man was holding a staff, followed by orc warriors with long arms reaching their knees, and a huge troll with nine heads!

While Joan and Casio were staring at the three uninvited guests, the other three also looked towards them.

The moment the eyes of the two sides met, they all showed astonishment and shouted almost at the same time:

"So it's you!"

On both sides of the straight corridor stood Joan, Casio, Clark, and Shrek on one side, and on the opposite side were "Snake Hand" Sharman, "Tearer" Culkin, and "Nine-Headed Troll" Scala.

The two sides met on a narrow road, and they were all dumbfounded for a while.

"Snake Hand" Shaman was the first to come back to his senses, raised his staff and pointed at Joan and the others, with a grin on his pale face: "Let's see where you can escape now!"

A dark red light burst out from the obsidian staff, and a scorching magic power mixed with evil divine power is about to come out!

Joan could tell at a glance that Sharman was releasing the 4-level "flame strike" with his staff. If he successfully released this spell with extremely terrifying power and killing range, neither he nor his companions could run away! All of them will be bombarded to the point of death or injury!

In desperation, Qiao An didn't care too much anymore, and instantly activated three "myth powers", and cast the newly realized path ability "myth countermeasure" after being promoted to the second-level "myth archmage", and raised his hand forward With a wave, there seemed to be a silent thunder in the corridor, and the distribution of the magic net was violently turbulent!

The "flame strike" that Sharman was performing was affected by this extremely chaotic wave of magic power, and the magic configuration that had just been condensed was instantly destroyed and re-decomposed into disordered magic power threads.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Staring straight at the staff whose light had turned dim, Sharman was dumbfounded in shock.

Not to mention that Qiao An is just a low-level mage. Even if he has a high level of spellcasting, he is still a "mage" after all. It is absolutely impossible to master a 4-level magic spell such as "flame strike", and of course it is even more impossible to successfully counter "flame strike". technique".

However, the two diametrically opposed magical powers canceled each other just now, which is clearly the special effect of "counter-magic". Sharman couldn't figure out what Joan just did just now.

When he was puzzled here, across the corridor, Clark and Shrek were not idle. The two strong men pushed forward with all their strength, and with a bang, they pushed open the iron door leading to the hall on the sixth floor of the castle, and green poisonous mist billowed Flooding into the corridor, the figure of the iron golem loomed.

"Guys, come with me!"

Clark covered his nose, suppressed his cough and yelled at his companion.

"Don't be entangled by Sharman and his gang, act as soon as possible according to the predetermined plan!"

Without any hesitation, Joan, Shrek, and Casio rushed into the hall on the sixth floor following the frost giant, and their backs were immediately engulfed in green poisonous mist.

"Eat meat! Eat meat!"

"Scala is so hungry!"

"Scala wants meat!"

The many heads of the nine-headed troll roared in unison, and the endless appetite made the monster lose its mind, and strode forward to chase into the hall full of poisonous gas, sniffing for the breath of its prey.

Deep in the green mist, heavy and rhythmic footsteps sounded, as if a machine was roaring and approaching Scala.

The nine-headed troll turned his head and looked over in surprise. Nine pairs of eyes were red, swollen and weeping from the poisonous gas. He vaguely saw a tall and burly black figure approaching. He seemed to be holding a huge sword in his hand.

Scala's nine heads swallowed their saliva all at once, not caring who the opponent was, howled and rushed forward, threw themselves on the opponent's body and buried their heads to bite, sharp teeth gnawed at the steel armor and sparks shot out, making ear-piercing friction sounds .

The iron golem in the thick fog was stumbled by the sudden attack of the nine-headed troll without any warning. The light in its eyes turned from blue to red. According to the fixed program, this greedy monster was defined as the one that needs to be eliminated first. enemy.

The iron golem freed its left hand, grabbed Scala's neck, and pushed forward with its powerful iron palm, forcefully tearing the crazily biting monster away from itself; The giant sword whizzed across Scala's neck, and with a "poof", chopped off the head in the middle.

The nine-headed troll staggered back, bleeding from a broken neck.

The other eight heads distributed around the neck turned their heads to look at the blood-spraying broken neck one after another, and found that there was one less competitor competing for food, and they all cheered happily.

In the section of Scala's severed neck, a large mass of dense maggot-like tender granulation sprouted rapidly, and within half a minute, a brand new head grew out.

Seeing the rebirth of the severed head, the heads around couldn't help sighing in unison, disappointed.

"Bah, bah, bah! The meat of the black giant is not good!"

"It tastes like iron filings! Mouth piercing! Spicy throat!"

"If it's not delicious, it's not delicious! But it's edible!"

"The black giant cut off Scala's head! Scala is very angry!"

"Kill the black giant to death!"

"Tear up the black giant!"

"Eat until there are no bones left!"

Eager for revenge, the Nine-Headed Troll went berserk and completely forgot the original purpose of Sharman bringing him here. With red eyes, he threw himself at the Iron Golem and fought desperately!

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