In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

As if he had a tacit understanding, Prajna looked at him and said calmly: Instead of asking me, it's better to ask Hogg.

Right.

Prajna is a ghost clan, but it is not a ghost. It can be understood as a native human being born in hell. In the final analysis, it is a person who is more adapted to the hell environment, rather than a ghost who only relies on the soul body to survive.

Lothar sighed: Forget it, he will see it himself.

The sound of artillery fire began to gradually subside as the elite wolf clan ascended the city.

The three-meter-tall brown-haired werewolf quickly rushed towards Lothar like a ghostly figure.

boom--

Prajna stood in front of him, the black shield in his hand opened wide, resisting the impact of the brown-haired wolf tribe.

The fire blade flashed.

The huge head of the brown-haired wolf tribe was chopped off directly by Lothar.

The flames burned the wound until it was completely black, not even a drop of blood was left. A wolf clan that was considered an elite even among the horned men didn't even have a chance to react under Lothar's sword.

His body is now covered with black triangular scales, and his half-dragon transformation has given him a very strong physique. Coupled with the pressure of the dark lord, in the eyes of the surrounding wolves at this moment, no matter whether it is the enemy or we, the fear it brings to them is nothing. Far beyond the average centurion.

Prajna was a little surprised. He didn't expect Lothar to turn into a half-dragon so quickly.

Lothar was also helpless.

The enemy's strength is too strong. Without turning on the half-dragon transformation, he will be at the level of an elite soldier. He is no match for any leader-level figure. Prajna is not known for his lethality, although he is also a centurion-level figure. She has great combat power, but it is very difficult for her to kill any opponent quickly.

More and more enemies are boarding the city wall. There are six centurion-level enemies alone. At the moment, Lothar's combat power of the same level, even including himself, is only three.

He, Prajna, and a pack of Texas wolves.

He and Prajna cooperated tacitly, and fought back and forth with the three centurions.

But not far away, two enemy centurions were attacking the Texas wolf centurion from front to back. Seeing that his centurion was helpless, he was no match for the enemy. Lothar couldn't help but feel anxious. stand up.

There are many enemies, so let them divide and surround them, destroying an important combat force of their own side. Next, he and Prajna will face six enemies.

Prajna obviously also saw clearly the enemy's plan.

These four opponents were not in a hurry to attack, but just wandered around, blocking the way for the two to support them.

Lothar raised his hand and threw a string of fireballs. The magic he learned from Anna was actually quite powerful. Although it was restrained by the magic-blocking gold, in this world where there was no magic-blocking gold at all, this shortcoming was almost nonexistent.

Coupled with the blessing of Lothar's double volcano divinity, as soon as the fireball appeared, it flew away with a rolling heat wave.

But the enemies were all agile, and when they saw the fireball coming, they immediately retreated to avoid it.

Lothar had to avoid these people. At the same time, with the blessing of the blood waterfall, his powerful physique made him extremely fast even if he didn't know any physical skills. The flaming sword in his hand had a red trajectory and slashed hard on both sides. Enemies attacking one's own centurion.

Miser couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the friendly forces coming to help. The strength of these two enemies was not weaker than him. Attacking from both sides was really something he couldn't handle.

But at this time, he saw the centurion of the expeditionary force with his back to Lothar. Not only did he not turn around in a hurry, but he showed a sinister smile on his face and continued to attack him with his claws.

not good!

This guy is at the same level as me. There is no way he didn't feel the enemy coming from behind. There must be something wrong!

careful!

His voice was still stuck in his throat.

Miser then saw a tall werewolf with a white mane around his neck jumping up from the edge of the city wall.

He was holding a spear in his hand. He must have been planning for a long time. The moment he appeared, he threw the spear fiercely.

The strong sense of crisis made Lothar's back sweat, and he had no time to dodge. He directly used his stone talent. The moment he threw the spear, it turned into a bloody giant wolf full of fangs, and gnawed at Lothar. on the neck.

The blood wolf bit Lothar's body and shook it wildly, but it felt like it was biting a solid piece of steel. No matter how it shook, Lothar remained unscathed.

The wind howled.

boom--

The edge of the black shield rotated violently and was thrown from Prajna's hand, directly cutting the bloody giant wolf in the middle. The indestructible spear was broken at the waist. A trace of heartache flashed in the white-maned werewolf's eyes, and he roared, four The wolf clan of the expeditionary army rushed towards the already defenseless Prajna.

Prajna frowned and looked at the enemies in front of him.

You don’t really think that I can only be defensive, do you?

But is this method really necessary?

There was some hesitation in her heart, and she made up her mind when she saw that the first werewolf had already pounced in front of her.

I saw the black ghost-faced shield flying out like a chain saw. It was extremely fast, shuttling through the city like lightning, quickly harvesting the lives of the enemies one by one. The ghost face above quickly devoured the souls one after another. There was no trace of joy on his face.

The attack after the shield is released does not consume the power of Prajna, but the soul energy that it has worked hard and diligently to store for such a long time like a miser.

Even if every time it kills a person, it can swallow up another energy, but it knows that the energy that its master really wants to consume is more than this.

As more than ten wolves were killed.

Prajna's body surface suddenly ignited with black demonic fire.

Killing ten enemies in a row activated her third talent [Fierce Fighting], and her attributes were improved in all directions.

Her fair skin was covered with strange black totems that looked like blood vessels. In the center of her forehead, there seemed to be bugs crawling under the skin, bulging upwards, as if they were about to break through the skin and grow out at any time.

All the whites of her eyes were filled with ink-like blackness, like evil ghosts in hell. Just looking at her, one could feel the pain, despair, anger, death and other negative auras in them.

Bang, she punched out, and a wolf rushing toward her flew backwards as if it had been hit by a high-speed train.

Immediately afterwards, the black shield flew back to her side, exploding into a thick black mist with a bang, shrouding Prajna.

The remaining three wolves that besieged her paused in their steps, and for a moment they didn't know whether to continue the attack. Their beast instincts reminded them that they must not be touched by the black mist.

When the black fog disappeared, what appeared in everyone's eyes, where there was no shadow of Prajna, was clearly a huge black giant ghost. It had a spiral horn, a mouth full of fangs, and long green hair. Like a cloak, covering its back.

It had a stooped body of five meters tall, and its sharp white claws were at least one meter long. The moment it appeared, its claws penetrated the body of the nearest wolf clan.

The wolves couldn't help but scream, and Bai Sensen's claws quickly divided into countless branches like tree roots.

Just hear a snap.

Countless white spikes pierced out of his skin, and even a spike protruded from his mouth where he screamed.

There was unconcealable shock on Lothar's face.

Is this Prajna?