The plague is the two "curses" that Tarask felt that ran around in his body.

However, Tarask soon discovered that the two curses seemed to be weak. Although they could not be removed, the damage was not great. Moreover, the frozen power that had made him unable to move forward before seemed to fade quickly.

It's really a magic swordsman who can do anything and is not proficient in anything. The ice spell effect lasts too short, and the curse damage cannot be increased, haha...

Seeing Tarask's speed, the response visible to the naked eye, the little hope that had just surged in the heart of the elf thief Shameng quickly disappeared - it was indeed a magic swordsman who was not proficient in anything. Although this ice spell was very powerful in an instant.

, but I can't freeze the target...

Huang Lang didn't know how this demon and an elf complained about him in his heart, but he was not surprised at all when he saw Tarask recovering his movement power. After all, he knew that after the skill [Ice Chain] hit, the target would be every second

Recovering 10% of the speed until it is fully restored to normal, which is stipulated by the skill.

He also knew that the Ice Plague and Blood Plague were not very harmful. After all, he did not put these two plagues on Tarask to harm the other party by relying on the plague, but for the next move and the next one he would cut out.

One-sword [Death Strike].

Death Strike, a skill that was once hated by countless people, put aside the damage, has a special effect, which is to help the Death Knight recover blood. If there is a disease on the target, the effect will be 5%, and the two diseases of the Death Knight are attached.

Afterwards, the Death Knight's sword was a reply of 10% of his own health.

The two-handed sword flashed its heart-wrenching flash in the final battle of the doomsday. At the moment of the skill being activated, the elf Shameng, who had recovered his mind and started running again, felt something strange again. She really felt her heart throbbing uncontrollably.

, accompanied by sudden throbbing, a feeling of weakness that can be felt.

This feeling of weakness made Shameng's legs and feet weak in an instant, causing her to almost stagger.

Compared with the faint sense of weakness that Shameng felt, the feeling of weakness that the high-level demon Tarask felt was extremely strong. The moment the big sword shining with cold light hit his leg, Tarask felt that he was

The transmission of power between himself and the Demon Fire Prison seemed to be disturbed, and he felt that his powerful body and the heart of the Fire Prison, which was surging magic, had power flowing away.

Looking up, Tarask was shocked to find that something like white smoke seemed to be gushing out of his body, and these things were pulled into the sword by inexplicable force.

"What are you??" Tarask was shocked and angry, and roared loudly.

Tarask (Devil's Word):#&*￥(*

Huang Lang just [sees] and still didn't understand what Tarask was calling, but he knew that after the death blow just now, the amount of blood he had just lost was sucked back by him physically.

Many.

By the way, what do you know is why death strikes, which are defined as physical strikes, can bring back blood...

Just as Huang Lang was complaining in his heart, the elf not far away seemed to have recovered at this moment and began her own life-threatening rush again.

Shameng cares about the strange magic swordsman's strange ability behind him, but as an old member of the Thieves Union, her willpower easily overwhelms curiosity--she knows very well that her most important thing at this time

The mission is to send away the things she stole from the inside and outside of the demon traitor, instead of investigating some strange magic swordsman.

The other party has already fought with Tarask, which is exactly what she needs.

So, don’t run away at this time, and then wait for when.

The elf ran wildly, and Tarask was temporarily in a dilemma--the fierce slash just now, in addition to shattering the hardened skin on his legs and causing the blood of the demon to gush out, what made him even more worried was that

Although the slash of this strange swordsman was slashing on his legs, it was as if he was slashing on his heart of the Fire Prison, weakening his ability to maintain existence here and causing him a fatal blow.

This made him dare not ignore the strange magic swordsman and pursue the elf thief with all his strength.

But if you don't chase it, it won't work.

This Tarask didn't know what the broken stone the thief stole was, but it knew very well that if it could not recover the stolen things back before its lord found it, he would probably have done so.

He had to be thrown into the abyss of sacrifice by the furious lord and turned into ashes.

He was touched into the lord's treasure house by an elf thief and successfully escaped with something. No matter what the lord lost, even if he only lost a sacrifice skull, the guard in charge at that time had to bear the lord's anger and die.

This is not a matter of loss, it is related to the extreme attention to face... No, it is the self-esteem of the Lord of the Demon Glory, and no, it is a matter of the sense of honor.

Continue to chase, it is dangerous, and not to chase, it is even more dangerous.

In the midst of lightning, this Tarask had made a decision. He ignored his wounds and turned slightly, inserted the claws of his left hand deep into the frozen soil. Red light flashed on his arm, and magic power was injected into the earth.

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The next second, Huang Lang, who was about to continue the public cooling of the skill, felt the surrounding earth shake wildly.

The soil and stones rolled like crazy stirring by invisible hands, and then the magma underground rushed into the sky in a posture that violated the rules of gravity, and condensed into terrifying lava balls emitting red light in the air, and then like

The birds of prey that were rushing down like a snatching bird of prey were about to swallow Huang Lang.

Flame Prison Earth-Lava Bombing!

In that moment when time was still, a fire suddenly spurted out from Huang Lang's feet, and the speed soared. His whole person rushed out like a meteor, instantly leaving the bombing range of the magma ball.

Looking back at the earth that was in a state of destruction, Huang Lang was extremely grateful that before his game characters traveled through time, waiting for his teammates to be bored at the door of the dungeon, so he changed the equipment in his bag to play, and replaced the characters with a special equipment.

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