Path of Light.

Chapter 629: War of the Liches 630
Greatswordsman Alvin summoned out a phantom of an elven greatswordsman once again, and the phantom instantly turned into his real body. Although it only lasted for a few seconds, he used his two-handed greatsword to block the lich's fatal blow.

Byron Thor took the opportunity to grab Linglan Bronzebeard's belt and pulled him back desperately.

The great swordsman Alvin picked up the great magician Darakli, and the two of them rushed to the edge of the black fog with all their strength.

Roy fell behind the two men. A ten-meter-tall Holy Light Tree appeared in the black fog. All the flowers of light on the treetop blossomed, and a large amount of Holy Light power gushed out from the stamens of the flowers of light...

These holy lights melted away large areas of black fog and also blocked the lich's steps.

The lich was somewhat afraid of the Holy Light Tree, and it actually stopped in front of it...

The Tree of Holy Light lasted only fifteen seconds before it was completely destroyed in the thick black fog.

Roy held the Book of Judgment in his right hand. He ran while waiting for an opportunity. He wanted the lich to come closer so that he could throw the Hammer of Judgment in his hand.

Seeing that the lich wrapped in black fog was about to catch up from behind, Roy felt his palms filled with sweat.

His heart was beating wildly, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he took steps forward as if he had completely lost consciousness.

He clutched the silver hammer that was transformed by holy light and glanced back secretly. The lich flew over quickly, and it seemed that its eyes were completely locked on Roy...

A strong sense of crisis lingers in my heart...

The lich behind him was a sixth-level dark monster. For second-level warriors like Alvin and Byron Thor, it was extremely dangerous.

Roy is just a first-level high priest...

Facing the powerful strength of the lich, all of Roy's resistance was in vain; he could not stop the lich's attack.

There was a group of ghouls and ghosts surrounding the lich. If these guys surrounded him, Roy felt that he would most likely be left behind...

There was still some distance to where the six magicians had set up the magic circle, and Roy felt that he would not be able to outrun the lich.

He felt a little complicated. At this moment he really wanted to turn around and fight to the death with the lich that was chasing him from behind.

Just as Roy slowed down his pace, Byron Thor, who was running desperately with the dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard, suddenly turned around and shouted to Roy:
"Roy, why are you standing there in a daze? Run!"

Roy suddenly woke up from his trance. He didn't know when he stopped. He was standing there stupidly, staring at the lich chasing him from behind.

……

Snow flakes fell one after another in the black fog. Those large flakes of snow fell on Roy's face, and he felt extremely cool...

The lich chasing Roy also stopped and looked up at the sky with some confusion.

Not only were large flakes of snow falling, but there were also icicles hidden in the wind and snow. These icicles kept falling from the sky and hit the lich one after another.

The zombies in the black fog were constantly hit by ice cones falling from the sky and were nailed firmly to the sand.

Those ghosts flying back and forth in the black fog were also hit by the ice cones one after another, and then turned into a wisp of black gas and merged back into the black fog.

'snowstorm'

Roy and Grames had worked together many times in the wild of the Dark Land, and he was very familiar with the magic of blizzard. However, the blizzard before him was more than twice as big as the one cast by Grames, and there were also sharp ice cones in the blizzard.

Roy came to his senses and continued to run forward following Byron Thor's footsteps.

Of course, when they rushed to the edge of the black fog, they saw Mage Elaud holding a staff in both hands, and a light blue magic pattern array under his feet was constantly condensing a large amount of ice elements. These ice elements rushed to the sky and formed an ice cloud above the lich's head. Those snowflakes and icicles fell from the ice cloud.

Before Roy could even say hello to Mage Elaud, a wooden door suddenly appeared in front of him. The door was pushed open from the inside, and a small white hand grabbed Roy and pulled him into the portal.

When Roy walked out of the portal, he saw Grand Mage Cedric standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile...

The great swordsman Alvin held the great magician Darakli, and Byron Thor dragged the dwarf uncle Linglan Bronzebeard out of the portal one after another.

Magister Jonas, who was guarding the portal, put the portal into his magic waist bag.

"Good job, everyone! Let's take a break now."

Grand Mage Cedric showed a satisfied smile on his face and said to Roy and the others.

Then he asked Roy:

"Roy, how are you doing? Can you still help treat them?"

Although Roy consumed more than half of the power of holy light during his escape, he was not injured.

"OK!"

After Roy finished speaking, he walked to the Great Magician Darakli and cast a Holy Light spell on him. Seeing that he was just unconscious, he began to check the condition of the dwarf uncle Linglan Bronzebeard...

……

After Magister Elaud covered Magister Jonas in taking back the portal, he quickly stopped the 'blizzard'.

He glanced at the lich in the black fog, mounted the magic broom, and flew towards the direction of the magic circle almost sticking to the sand.

The lich in the black fog once again let out a creepy laugh, and that laugh was like the cries of countless wronged souls in the howling cold wind. The black fog surged, and countless ghouls and ghosts chased after Mage Elaud again. In fact, this was already the edge of the lich's territory.

The lich rarely left its territory. This time, it was attracted by the holy light on Roy and lost its mind...

It didn't even realize that Mage Elaud was obviously much stronger than the other elves.

The soul fire in its eye sockets kept jumping, and the lich greedily took a breath from the surroundings. The remaining smell of the holy light made it feel a little uncomfortable, but it smelled some scent that it had longed for from the holy light.

A large cloud of black fog enveloped the lich's body, surging forward like mad.

The dark creatures living in Haiti have retreated...

……

Roy was squatting behind a huge rock next to the magic circle, checking the injuries of the dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard.

This time the dwarf was seriously injured.

After all, the opponent is a lich on the verge of madness.

It attacked with all its strength. Even though Linglan Bronzebeard was holding a dwarven chain shield and wearing heavy armor, he still couldn't stop the lich's heavy blow...

No one knew where the dwarf's chain shield had flown away, and his heavy armor was dented and uneven, especially the dent on the breastplate, which almost completely broke the bones of his chest cavity.

This set of dwarven heavy armor is almost on the verge of being scrapped. At least the breastplate needs to be properly reshaped if it wants to continue to be used...

After unfastening the buckles of the breastplate, it was no longer possible to take the heavy breastplate off Linglan Bronzebeard normally.

With the help of Byron Thor, Roy took great pains to get rid of the heavy scraps of copper and iron...

After lifting up the blood-stained shirt, we finally saw the injuries on the dwarf's body. His sternum was completely broken by the heavy blow, and two of the broken sternums even penetrated the diaphragm and penetrated the edge of the stomach bag, just a little bit away from injuring the liver.

Linglan Bronzebeard's right arm was also broken, and it was broken into three pieces.

Relying on the dwarf's strong physique, Linglan Bronzebeard's breathing was still very steady even though he was injured like this.

Roy gave him a bottle of high-quality life potion, and the bruises on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Byron Thor looked at the sleeping Linglan Bronzebeard and whispered:

"When I first saw him, he was like this, lying in the alley of St. Margaret's Harbour, covered in wounds and among the garbage..."

Roy was stunned for a moment before he realized that Saint Margaret Harbor was a port city in the Dark Moon Elf Kingdom.

"Dwarves are just so strong... For a Silver Moon Elf, even a Rank 3 Grandmaster, it would be hard for him to survive these injuries." Byron Thor continued, "But dwarves are different. Their vitality is stronger than weeds."

Roy cast a holy light spell again, and the wound on Linglan Bronzebeard's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

……

Not long after, Mage Elaud was seen riding a magic broom. He was almost flying close to the ground, with a cloud of sand and dust blowing up behind him.

About one kilometer behind Mage Elaud, there was a large area of ​​black fog that was constantly rolling and rushing towards them rapidly. The black fog was filled with strange sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The figure of the lich is right in front of the black fog.

Its upper body was almost completely exposed outside the black fog, and from a distance it seemed to be more than ten meters high.

Seeing the lich appear, several magicians waiting beside the magic circle breathed a sigh of relief.

The great magician Opeia, who was standing behind Magister Jonas, even uttered a low cry:
"It's coming."

"Let's move away and be careful not to scare this guy away. Although he looks ferocious now, he is actually very timid. If he smells the slightest smell of danger, he will run away immediately." Magician Joyce stared at the lich and said in a low voice.

It can be seen that his eyes are full of fighting spirit.

Mage Elaud looked very handsome riding on the magic broom, especially wearing a loose magic robe. Flying on the flat ground covered with black fine sand reminded Roy of the motorcycle gangs he had seen in his previous life...

Mage Elaud flew directly over the magic circle.

The magic circle in front of me has been covered by a layer of black sand.

If you look at it coldly, it's hard to see any flaws...

The lich's body was almost completely exposed outside the black fog, which was its true perception range. He stuck his head out of the black fog, and even though he saw the fleeing Mage Elaud in front of him, he could not sense the dangerous aura around him.

So it rushed into the magic circle without any slowdown.

"Activate the magic circle..."

As Magister Cedric issued the order, the lich felt that the sand beneath his feet suddenly emitted a light blue magic halo, which spread out rapidly in circles...

(End of this chapter)