Diego rolled and hid behind a thick pine tree.
The next moment, a crystal clear ice crystal was nailed to the trunk of the tree with a thud, and the dry pine needles fell like raindrops.
The ice flowers formed by the low temperature spread along the trunk of the tree, covering the surrounding branches and leaves like jade tree qionghua.
Even across the entire trunk, Diego was shivering from the cold, and his whole body stiffened.
Obviously, Gardin used some kind of spell range extension technique in this spell, otherwise, this ice arrow would not have been able to hit this far.
Now, Diego no longer has the range advantage!
Taking advantage of the interval between the dark dean's spells, Diego jumped out and leaped backwards, trying to escape the other party's vision under the cover of the trees, but another ice arrow flew like a maggot on the tarsal bones, narrowly grazed his shoulder, and pierced into the pine tree next to him.
"Damn it!"
He cursed and raised his recharged death gaze, shaking his hand for a shot.
As before, the bullet was once again blocked by the spell shield.
Obviously, the Dean of Darkness had set his sights on him, and he had to kill him as soon as possible.
With just a few flashes, Gardin crossed the vast distance from the farm to the hillside and came to the bottom of the hill.
Although the Spell Range Extension is a super magic skill that can increase the range of spells, the increased range of spells is directly proportional to the amount of mana consumed, and he prefers to fight quickly with thunder rather than turn this contest into a war of attrition.
Because in Azeroth, no one can consume more energy than a hunter, and as long as there is ammunition, the hunter can drag a battle to the end of the sea.
Diego slowly retreated deeper into the jungle, consciously luring the Dark Dean away from the farm.
Because if this powerful mage turned his head to deal with Masrae's gang, it would undoubtedly be the last straw that broke the camel's back for them, who were already in danger.
Strangely, however, Gardin clearly had the same idea, and he was equally reluctant to return to the battlefield as a hunter from the fort.
In this way they pursued and fled, and went deep into the forest.
However, as an academic school, a dark mage who is good at research and management, but does not have much practical experience, does not realize how terrifying a good hunter is in the jungle.
Unlike the vibrant rainforests of the Valley of Thorns, and unlike the deep and luxuriant primeval forests of Elwin, the pines of the Western Plaguelands were filled with the smell of decay and fishiness, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of dead branches and leaves, a layer of dirty, slippery moss that always made a disgusting sound when he stepped on it, and he often had to pull his feet out of the ankle-high mud to move forward again.
It wasn't long before the dark dean entered the jungle and began to regret it.
For the thorny bushes and thorns were always tearing at his robes, and the branches of the pine trees were always against him, whipping his eyes, and he had to squint hard to see through the crushed leaves and dust that kept drifting by.
The blue ice energy swirled around him, ready to deliver the fatal blow, but it was difficult, for he hadn't seen the hunter since he had gone deep into the jungle.
There is no doubt that mages are powerful, but they are not very good at finding hidden enemies, especially if this enemy is hiding in a dense forest full of obstacles and difficult terrain.
He swerved through the trees, carefully avoiding the intertwined roots of the ground.
As he went deeper and deeper into the jungle, the trees seemed darker and denser.
The sounds of the battle on the farm were now completely inaudible, and there was no movement in the quiet forest except for his own breathing and footsteps.
A feeling of unease began to rise in his heart, and he knew that the hunter must be coveting him in the dark.
The creepy feeling grew, and it wasn't long before Gardin began to look around suspiciously, fearing a surprise attack from the shadows.
He began to reflect on how stupid he had to be to rush headlong into this dark jungle, almost killing himself.
Just as he made up his mind to abandon his target and return to the farm, there was a loud bang, and a shining ball of light shot through the dense branches and leaves from a distance.
The dark dean felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, for the mages, they were never afraid of how strong the enemy was, they were only afraid that they would not know where the enemy was!
The crystal frost shield suddenly appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of Gardin, the light was shining, the ice chips splashed, the power of the holy light and the power of the frost collided fiercely, annihilated, a few seconds later, the light was extinguished, but the frost shield had been greatly consumed, it was now only a thin layer, maybe as long as one more shot, this shield would be broken.
The shield hummed and trembled a few times, then faded again, waiting for the next impact.
However, the Dark Dean didn't inject mana into his shield, as he had more important work to do, and he had already locked on to his goal.
Just as he was about to unleash his most powerful spell and give the creature who had finally revealed his traces a head-on blow, the Dean of Darkness suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something round under his feet, almost slipping him.
He couldn't help but glance at his feet.
It was a short-tailed pit viper often seen in the Western Plague Lands, and because of the plague infection, the virulence of these little things had been mutated and enhanced like never before.
The short-tailed pit viper, which he had trampled underfoot, struggled hard, its writhing upper body wrapped around his calves, and its evil little eyes glaring at him angrily.
Then, under his gaze, the snake's mouth opened at an alarming angle, and its long fangs flipped out of the groove of the upper jaw.
Before he could lift his feet, the snake bit down on his leg and stomach, and Gardin could even clearly feel how the fangs pierced through his pants and into his skin!
The lethal bite was so slight that the frost shield on his body didn't react at all, it wasn't even activated.
"Ahh Gardin let out an uncontrollable scream.
The terrible pain in his leg made him feel only a limp, and he could almost imagine the venom dissolving and spreading rapidly in his body.
Although the bodies of necromancers have begun to decay and decay, they are still mortal before they are transformed into lichs, and they are not invincible.
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Gardin released the power of ice in his hand in anger, and froze the short-tailed pit viper into a popsicle.
He hatefully tapped and tapped with his staff until he smashed the lifelike ice crystal sculpture into a puddle of ice slag.
No seasoned veteran would do such a pointless thing, especially when the enemy is waiting in the shadows.
However, the Dean of Darkness did not know this, and just as he raised his head again, about to focus his attention on the battle, the gunfire rang out again, and the fully charged bullets whizzed in, and the ice shield that had resurfaced violently.
The two supernatural forces collided violently again, but this time, it was the power of the Holy Light that emerged victorious, and the frost shield that had been repeatedly hit let out an unbearable soft thud, and the whole thing shattered.
Luckily, the shield managed to fulfill its last mission, as bullets that interfered with its flight trajectory grazed the head of the Dark Dean and flew deep into the forest.
Gardin only felt that his scalp was cold, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it, only to find that the crown had been knocked off.
He was so frightened that a lazy donkey rolled behind the tree beside him.
By the time he had patched on a frost shield and poked his head out into the distance, the forest had regained its tranquility and the hunter had disappeared again.
"Come out!
Coward!
The mage screamed hysterically, but nothing was in response to him, as if nothing had happened.
After a vent-like rant, sanity returned to the Dean of Darkness.
He turned around and limped out of the forest, though strenuous activity would increase the spread of the venom, but he had no choice.
If he didn't get help in time, he would undoubtedly be the first Psychic Dean to die under the Viper's trap, and it would definitely be a big joke that will be remembered in the history of magic!