Chapter 713 A True Wizard only Needs One Spell!

"Interesting, can we communicate?"

In Lu En's mind, the information of the dead dragon appeared, but there was no information about the necromancer. He touched his chin thoughtfully and suddenly shouted loudly.

In the previous dungeon mission, the people he met were actually almost the same as the real ones. They had their own thoughts and ideas and could communicate without obstacles. Lu En wanted to try to get something out of this necromancer.

The main thing was that he was afraid that the other party would die too quickly in a fight, and there would be no chance to ask.

"If you want to beg for mercy, it's too late now. You killed my servant. After you die, I will make you my new servant and let you serve me!"

The hoarse and jerky voice fell from the sky. The necromancer seemed to have not spoken for a long time. It sounded like the friction of a rusty machine. It was more like a gloomy curse than communicating with Lu En.

And after the voice fell, the necromancer did not make the mistake of the villain dying from talking too much. He waved his hand directly, and several slender bone spears fell from the sky with the sound of whistling wind!

Perhaps knowing that this would not do anything to Luen, the huge body of the Undead Dragon followed the Bone Spear and swooped down silently, with a pair of gray eyes fixed on Luen's figure.

As expected of a wizard, he was ruthless and didn't talk much, and he would just fight when he met!

Luen regretted that his mouth cannon skill had failed before it could exert its power, so he could only wave his hand, and the blood rope technique suspended above his head jumped out like a long snake, entangled the bone spear that fell from the sky, and successfully deflected it and landed on the other side.

Boom!

However, the bone spear itself attracted attention. The huge body of the Undead Dragon fell like a meteorite, and the shadow cast instantly covered Luen's figure, and the two sharp claws tore directly towards him.

This situation is no less than a minibus aiming at you from the sky and falling. People with a slightly worse mental quality may be weak at this moment, but in Luen's career, the thrilling degree is not even in the top ten.

However, being fearless is one thing, and how to deal with it is another. If there were no influence from the rules of this world, Lu En could grow a pair of wings now, and then take off the head of the necromancer in one second. However, among the dozen spells of the blood mage, there is no ability to make him fly.

Therefore, Lu En could only choose to retreat quickly at the moment when the undead dragon fell, and avoided this fatal blow!

Crack!

Even so, the claws of the undead dragon still rubbed his body, and the blood shield covering the body did not last even for a second, and it broke into countless pieces and splashed, and at the same time, Lu En's active retreat turned into a passive projection.

Bang!

The claws of the undead dragon scratched two big pits on the ground, and the undead mage riding on his neck looked at Lu En's body with satisfaction and laughed dryly in his throat.

However, his owl-like laughter stopped as soon as it appeared, because he saw that Lu En did not lose his fighting ability as he thought, but stood firmly on the ground and frowned at him.

That kind of look was like a person seeing a caterpillar covered with thorns and being pricked unexpectedly.

The necromancer hated this kind of look, and also hated this unexpected situation.

The most suitable battlefield for blood mages is a place with many people, because blood can enhance the power of their spells, and this is the home of the necromancer. He took most of his servants to chase and kill the blood mage. Although the servants suffered heavy losses, it also consumed most of the blood mage's magic power. Therefore, the necromancer was sure that Lu En would not have the spare power to resist.

He should have been killed directly in the attack just now, instead of being unscathed.

Although they are outliers among mages, necromancers also have precise thinking and calculation abilities. Their favorite battle situation is that everything is under control and all developments are carried out according to their expectations. What they hate most is accidents!

Bang bang!

Out of the mage's instinct, the necromancer first summoned two solid bone shields for himself, and then knocked the head of the undead dragon with a bone staff.

"Kill him, end it all!"

Dongdongdong!

The dead dragon naturally could not respond to him with a fierce roar, but silently spread its wings, then moved its feet, and rushed directly towards Luen, while grinning with a big mouth full of fangs, stepping on the ground to make big pits.

"Hey, good time!"

Luen moved his fingers, and then pointed his fingers, and a blood-colored light bubble appeared on his shoulder.

Bloodlight spell!

- Low-level auxiliary spell, can provide some non-mainstream light.

"Let me tell you, what is the correct way to open the mage!"

Luen's mouth was slightly grinning, and he shook his shoulders and neck, making a crackling sound of bone friction, and then several spiral blood spears floated beside his hand and were caught by him.

Bang!

The moment he grabbed the blood spear, his body had already moved, leaning forward like a cheetah hunting, his muscles tensed, squeezing every fiber, and providing powerful power, actively rushing towards the undead dragon.

One big and one small, one strong and one weak, one is a huge undead creature, and the other is a fragile mage, the contrast is particularly striking.

"Looking for death!"

Faced with this exciting scene, the necromancer had no emotion. He looked at Luen as if he was looking at a dead person.

Roar!

The remaining animality of the necromancer seemed to be aroused. Facing Luen who took the initiative to welcome it, it opened its mouth and exuded a rotten smell. Then it lowered its head at a very fast speed and took a bite!

Boom!

However, after a bite, it was only black sand that filled its mouth. Long before the necromancer lowered its head, Luen had already jumped to the side in anticipation, and then his legs were like springs, and he jumped up directly.

Just as the dragon lowered its head, the height of the necromancer on its neck remained parallel to Luen at this moment. It was also at this moment that Luen threw out the spiral blood spear in his hand!

Swish!

The blood spear pulled a red stream of light in the air, but the necromancer did not move at all. Instead, he looked at Luen who jumped high with a look like a clown.

Click!

A floating blood shield blocked him, completely blocking the aggressive blood spear and shattering it into blood residue.

At this time, the eyes of the necromancer were full of a sense of superiority in intelligence, until he found that Lu En's eyes were also the same when looking at him.

Swish, swish, swish!

At this moment, Lu En's arm seemed to be divided into four parts, and then strangely merged into one, just like a slow motion in a movie. In the eyes of the necromancer, it was full of a sense of absurdity that seemed slow but was actually fast.

Crack!

The first blood spear hit the bone shield and then shattered into residue.

Snap!

The second one was the same, but fine cracks suddenly appeared on the blocking bone shield.

Bang!

Without any breathing space, the third blood spear followed closely and became the last straw. The cracked bone shield finally couldn't bear the burden and exploded at the same time as the blood spear!

A trace of panic finally appeared in the eyes of the necromancer, and he was about to mobilize the other floating bone shield, but faster than his thoughts, the fourth spiral blood spear broke through the air!

Boom!

Lu En finally fell from the air and stepped firmly on the ground. At the same time, a dry corpse with an exploded head fell softly on the sand, and a small amount of black liquid flowed from the neck.

The undead flying dragon that had just raised its head was like a pause button was pressed. The dim light in its eyes suddenly dissipated, and it stood in front of Lu En in a daze, and there was no sound anymore.

"A true mage only needs one light spell!"

Lu En snapped his fingers, canceled the blood light spell on his shoulder, and then spoke faintly.

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