The First killing (1)

"Death magic! You're a necromancer!" Algernon finally recognized Drogo's identity, his face full of fear and his voice trembling with nervousness. Chandler, the young Reeves family member, seemed to be scared by the previous attack and stayed motionless.

"You idiot, with that skeleton warrior right there, you only realized now that I'm a necromancer..."

Drogo felt that his first opponent in battle was too unworthy, consisting of one big and one small idiot. But he didn't expect how rare a necromancer was and how special the skeletal warrior he summoned was. Who would have thought that a death creature could emit such a sacred light in this world? Moreover, the distance was a bit far, and they only saw the skeleton warrior as a warrior in a white helmet, and even secretly suspected that this guy was a temple knight. If it weren't for this fear, they would have rushed up to kill Drogo and grab the little girl.

But now, it was too late for what they knew. Drogo launched the first attack, directly using the limit of fifth-order death magic, the three consecutive bone spears.

Swoosh, swoosh -

The latter two bone spears were shot at Chandler simultaneously. And at this moment, Algernon, who had just stabilized himself after blocking the first bone spear, seemed to be unable to defend himself again.

Watching Chandler, who was standing still, about to be killed by the bone spears, Drogo narrowed his eyes. He had decided that this young master was the most important figure, and combined with his blatant attempt to forcibly take the little girl, if he didn't kill him, who would he kill?

But Drogo miscalculated. The old bodyguard who was supposed to be too late to intervene suddenly erupted at this moment. A strong breath rushed out of his heavy sword, forming a visible solid sword aura on the blade. Then he swung his sword hard, hitting both bone spears that arrived simultaneously.

Bang -

The power was very strong, and the two bone spears were instantly destroyed, leaving only scattered bone powder falling on Chandler, carried by the sword wind.

"Substantial qi! Advanced warrior!"

Drogo looked incredibly serious as his seamless move was easily blocked. He knew he had made a mistake. From the solid qi condensed on Algernon's sword and the powerful sword wind, it was clear that Algernon had reached the level of an advanced eighth-grade warrior.

"Hmph! You're too late to realize it. Die, you little brat!" Algernon blocked the bone spear with his sword and charged straight towards Drogo. In a battle between a warrior and a mage, the goal was to close in and not give the other person a chance to cast spells. If Algernon hadn't mistakenly thought Drogo was a warrior, he wouldn't have given Drogo time to prepare and stop at a suitable distance.

"Stop him." Drogo didn't dare to give Algernon the chance to get close. It would be insane for a mage to let a warrior get close. Without hesitation, he gave the command, and the skeleton warrior that had been prepared immediately rushed out.

The skeleton warrior was clearly faster than Algernon. Before Algernon had even approached Drogo, he saw a white shadow flash by, and a huge fist came crashing down on him.

"Does the holy temple knight still have to protect an evil necromancer?" Algernon was an experienced warrior, and he knew that it was the person in white armor who had made the move. But if he didn't take down Drogo quickly, his young master might be in danger. So, he roared and swung his sword towards the fist that the skeleton warrior had thrown, and his momentum did not stop.

Thinking that the person in the bright light was a holy temple knight who had just been bathed in divine power and could not use their power freely, he expected the other person to back off because of his righteous words. Therefore, his sword was not swung with full force, and even the back of the sword was used to strike. However, when he swung his sword and opened his eyes wide, he was almost scared to death. In front of him, behind the light, was clearly a skeleton - a strong one.

In an instant, he understood that this was not a holy temple knight but rather the necromancer's skeleton warrior. But how could a dead creature like a skeleton warrior emit such a holy light?

Algernon's brain suddenly short-circuited, and he even forgot that he should put more strength into his sword. But he wanted to, and it was already too late.

The skeletal warrior's punch landed on the back of the sword, and Algernon saw his heavy sword bend suddenly, and the sudden jolt made his arm lose sensation in an instant. The entire heavy sword suddenly lost control and slammed back into Algernon's chest.

Boom --

If the Poison Arrow Iron Beast could see everything in front of it, it would surely sympathize with Algernon's plight. Because the scene now was too familiar, too similar. Algernon's body completely left the ground and flew out like a shell.

At this moment, Drogo's tension in his heart slightly relaxed. Advanced warriors must be stronger than Poison Arrow Iron Beasts, but the magical skeletal warrior looked just as invincible as when dealing with the Poison Arrow Iron Beast.