Chapter 1116 (1/2)

”How are you thinking?”

”Not so much.” Rutherford said decisively, ”although I am quite confident about the blood clan's body, but compared with this obviously monster thing...”

”That's all I have to do.” Fanlin didn't know what mood it was. Anyway, it was awakened by them. If you don't deal with it, it's not like blocking up the road.

As he spoke, van Lin controlled the magic to quickly condense over the wolves. Soon, a huge arc-shaped ice blade appeared on the top of the wolves.

As for the weakening of the magic spell, Fanlin naturally sees it in his eyes. The commonly used magic spell is not very effective for this type of undead, and even the effect of the fierce fire curse is very small.

Naturally, Fanlin doesn't think that other forms of energy attack can be any better.

Or, to the wolf head monster in front of you, an Avada curse?

He can't die once, right?

However, physical attacks are obviously effective, such as the previous blast mantra, and through the study of Shenfeng Wuying, Fanlin is very handy for this sharp property of magic, especially in the face of such a target that will not come out for a while.

A blade of ice flashed with cold light, and the wolf soldiers' waist and abdomen fell off.

According to the wolf's characteristics, copper head and iron bone, but the waist is the absolute weakness.

The curse did not disappoint Fanlin. The upper body that had been propped up fell back into the coffin in an instant.

Disabled and determined?

Fanlin looked at the wolf headed soldiers who were still struggling to get up in the coffin, and had to admit that this kind of ghost type monster was really hard to kill.

However, to this degree of disability, there should be no threat?

Fanlin looked at the wolf headed soldiers fluttering in the coffin, it seems that there should be no problem.

However, Fanlin was surprised why these things survived.

Are these dragon crystal decorations?

”It could be us.” Rutherford said, ”the smell of strangers irritated him, and I had direct skin contact with him.”

”It should be like this. You can't stand up as soon as there's something wrong. It's just too tired.”

Said Fanlin, struggling to cover the coffin with Rutherford and Hermione.

Listening to the gradually weakening sound of the coffin, in the end, the small stone chamber finally returned to calm.

”Fortunately, he can't use magic yet, and we haven't really had a fight with this thing.”

”If you're right, the magic comes from its own body. After the wizard's death, the body's magic is constantly disappearing, but this Obsidian coffin is very good at sealing all the magic in the coffin.” Said Vaseline, frowning, remembering the disappearance of nicoleme's magic.

”We'd better not be here. It makes me uncomfortable.” Hermione said it was better to find Dumbledore as soon as possible rather than discuss why a dead man would stand up and attack them.

”Well, then we...”