Noticing that his magic was easily untied by the other party, the curse crow can now be sure that the failure of the curse was not an accident. There is something in this snake headed man, and even it may have some resistance or immunity to magic. This is a very common phenomenon among races and individuals who are blessed with high-level existence, but it''s bad news for spellcasters.


    "Why is it that every time I meet such a troublesome guy." The wizard complained, using the dust on the ground to condense a barrier in front of him. Of course, the wall made up of dust can not play any protective role, but when the snake head man passes through the dust, there is an irresistible pause, and his normal breathing is hindered, forcing him to stop.


    The curse crow knows that if he wants to defeat his opponent in such an unfavorable dark environment, he must seize every available thing. The magician retreats behind him. He wants to hide behind the prayer table, which will give him enough time to perform more complex casting. The snake head man obviously noticed this. The monster threw the snake tooth dagger to the back of the curse crow with fluent movement, forcing him to stop, and the hand down from time and space quickly wound the crossbow of his left hand.


    Different from the arrow made of the same snake tooth, this dagger has no sound when flying. If the magic power of the robe had not protected the crow, the wizard would have bumped into the dagger unknowingly. But Rao''s grey robe rolled up the dagger again, but the impact of the weapon still made the magician''s feet stagger. At the same time, the roaring arrow is less than a step away from the curse crow''s face.


    At such a distance, the curse crow knows that it is absolutely too late to avoid the arrow. Similarly, the magic on the robe is not omnipotent. Just after receiving the attack of the dagger, the robe''s hem has not recovered to withstand the attack again. In desperation, the magician raised his left hand and wanted to use one of his ten rings to defend against the attack. However, he found that the magic rings and his clothes were left in the arms of carnivorous cotton. Now there is nothing above his ten fingers.


    "Damn it!" But that doesn''t change what happened. The snake tooth arrow finally stops at the tip of the curse crow''s nose. The price is that the arrow passes through the wizard''s left hand palm completely. If the curse crow is now in a well lit environment, he will find that the color of the blood flowing out of the palm is a strange dark purple. However, the pain of holding a hot iron ball in his hand makes the magician know his own situation without seeing the blood. The pain he feels is far more than the arrow wound should bring. When he gathers the stabbing wound on his neck, there is no doubt that this arrow has the same kind of toxin.


    "You have to pay for it!" The wounded wizard roared, but his voice became hoarse due to the influence of the toxin, which could not make his opponent feel afraid at all. The originator of all this, the snake head man, looked at the curse crow''s embarrassed appearance and gave out a bad laugh. He strode towards the incantation master, and only when the distance between the two was close enough, he would use the deadly fangs to completely kill the opponent.


    The wizard with an arrow on his palm angrily looked at the snake head man pressing step by step. The curse crow could feel the pain from the wound become more intense. He wanted to scream, but his throat could not speak because of the paralysis of the poison. But even in such a disadvantageous situation, the magician still has a vicious smile on his mouth. He has not lost, as long as


    "SA!" Snake kiss, approach. The caster restricted by the toxin is so fragile that he can''t even make the right gesture to direct the spell. On the contrary, the joyful and excited light in the snake head man''s eyes proves that the monster is in the most enjoyable part of the killing process. This time, warm blood will flow through his throat, moistening his thirsty mouth.


    "Poop!" The sound of the neck being bitten sounded in the empty church. In this dark world, the voice of a life disappearing is surprisingly loud. Muscle, gradually weak, curse crow can feel his life is along the neck of the wound quickly leave himself, but the more this moment, he is more clearly aware that today, not his death.


    Maybe it was a dying struggle. The power from nowhere pushed away the snake headed man who bit himself. The monster who was pushed aside did not resist. He obediently let the fangs leave the wizard''s flesh and blood. He knew that this self defeating human could not live long. No one can live after being poisoned by his teeth Live through The sudden vertigo made the snake head man''s mind suffocate. He shook his head and tried to drive away the sudden dizziness, but even his feet began to scatter.


    "I know most snakes are immune to their own venom. So you should be lucky, because you can experience what it feels like before you die The soft voice of the curse crow rings in the snake head man''s ear. The human wizard, who should have died in pain, looked at him with an appreciative expression. The snake headed man did not want to understand what happened and why the wound on the wizard''s neck had scabbed.


    "Poop The dead body, who had lost his mind, fell on the metal floor, making a heavy noise. The curse crow looked at the corpse under his feet, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He won, but it wasn''t easy to win. As the Sorcerer''s wound gradually disappeared, the snakehead man''s body began to show scars almost in line with the location of the curse crow''s wound, as if the magician had transferred his wound to his opponent.It is. As long as he is not dead, the magician can transfer all his damage to another creature similar to his body. Although the snake head man has a snake head, his body is still similar to human beings. The cursed crow retreated two steps and touched the prayer table behind him. He leaned his body on the prayer table and breathed with all his strength. The price of the curse was showing in him. The scream of the soul of the snake head man was blaring in the mind of the magician.


    For a long time, the curse crow finally drove the angry soul out of his body. If this kind of incantation is not careful, the spirit of the caster will be torn to pieces by the angry soul of the transferor, and then become a mentally disordered walking corpse. However, it is not the first time that the charmer has encountered this situation, and compared with the first creature who died under his spell, the soul of the snake head man can not bring more trouble than his fangs.


    "Hoo..." Just when the mantra crow felt that he was back to normal, a heavy gasp made him fall into fear again. The reason is very simple. The gasp came from the direction of the statue. It sounds as if his battle with the snakehead awakened the sleeping terror here.


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