Chapter 2187

"It's the mage... We were attacked by the mage..."

She collapsed to the ground and tried to support her upper body with her arms so that she wouldn't fall down completely.

Phyllis didn't know what had happened. She saw the Legion members who were just on alert and waiting for the return of their master. At this moment, they fell to the ground one after another and lost their strength in pain. The only thing that was not affected was perhaps the dead creatures with only skeleton left.

She looked around and saw that the faces of other Legion members had turned purple at this moment, but other parts of her body had become pale and weak, which was a sign of lack of blood.

For the abnormality in front of her, Phyllis could only attribute it to the magic cast by the mage.

"That's not the power of magic... That's magic."

Aside, although the sage was in great pain, he still found the culprit causing the abnormal state from some clues nearby, which was derived from their blood.

Even the tough devil cannot get rid of the characteristics of the body itself. When he loses too much blood, his body will fall into shock or even die directly. But for the great devil, this rarely happens. As long as he doesn't die immediately in battle, he can rely on his strong physique to recover all his injuries.

But at the moment, the situation is different. The sage noticed that under the action of an inexplicable force, the blood in the Legion members lost control, quickly converged from all parts of the body to the head, and exuded from their facial organs, which is also the real reason why the Legion members lost their strength.

In the memory of the sage, blakada has no such magic at all. Perhaps only magic can achieve this effect.

"You're wrong. It's a spell."

Accompanied by low words, a burst of footsteps came from a distance. The sage raised his head hard and saw a thin figure approaching slowly. Like the sage, the man wore a red robe, but it was not the bright red like the sage, but the dark red that was muddy and about to fade.

"Whoever you are... Now you're dead!"

Seeing that the culprit who caused everything appeared and supported his body with a giant sickle so that he would not fall to the ground, Carl immediately roared and flashed his body through the fire, so he had to cut off the man's head with the giant sickle in his hand.

In the face of the great devil, the red robed mage raised his hand. Before Carl's action was in place, the next moment, his head burst open, and rich blood gushed out. It immediately seemed that he was pulled by some force and gathered towards the red robed mage, which also made his old robe look new.

Carl's death shocked a group of Legion members. With the blessing of the field of death, although they are not afraid of death, they don't want to die in vain.

Under the gaze of a group of Legion members, the red robed mage came forward slowly, came to the sage and asked in a deep voice, "you are the only mage here. Tell me, where is Erica Magnus now?"

"Erica..."

The sage had some doubts. He seemed to be very familiar with the name. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and replied in surprise: "what you said is the second generation president of the magic guild? She has been dead for hundreds of years..."

"Really... It's been so long..." listening to the sage's answer, the red robed mage subconsciously stepped back, then lowered his head slightly and gave a deep sigh.

The sage looked at the red robed mage in front of him and recalled the deeds of the second generation of president. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes showed a deep look of Horror: "you are jerev, a magician who manipulated blood to make trouble in bracada hundreds of years ago and was finally defeated by President Erica? How is this possible? How can you still be alive?"

The red robed mage looked at the sage and said, "I think you may have made a mistake. I'm a mage."

With his words, the heads of nearby Legion members exploded one by one, and the gushing blood quickly gathered around him, and his originally thin body began to become full.

At the same time, Eli stopped his movement outside the prison.

Under the gaze of a group of mages, the ritual lines on the ground dimmed and finally completely extinguished.

"President, what have you done?"

The mage from the academic college may not see the ritual changes in the prison, but he does not include Escher. Escher knows everything in the prison very well. He sees the inadequacies in the ritual.

At this moment, Escher showed a rare uneasy look. He looked at the increasingly dim ritual lines on the ground, and his body trembled faintly.

"I'm stopping the necromancer," Eli answered slowly.

"You're not stopping him. You've released those in prison!" Escher retorted.

"Ashquel, do you have any better way? Or do you plan to lead the mage into prison to solve the dead mage?" Eli asked without changing his face.

When Eli mentioned this, ashkelton lost his voice. Previously, a group of mages, combined with the blockade of the shackles of war, could not leave the dead mage. Now, when rod came to the prison where the environment was not conducive to the mage's battle, he naturally had no way.

"Is that why you released the prisoners in prison?" ashore added, "You don't know how hard those prisoners were captured by the original mages. On the other hand, they can represent the glory of bulakada! Some of them, even the loyal servant of the mage God, Lord somla, did their best to catch them!"

"Of course I know what you said. If not, how can I release them?" Eli looked at him and sighed deeply.

As an important place of prison, mages of all dynasties have specially arranged various rituals for this place, the most core of which is the magic prohibition ceremony to isolate magic.

After learning the news of the coming of the last day, in order to prevent the prisoners from escaping, Eli tried to reinforce the ceremony here, and the core he used to reinforce the ceremony was the remains of a hero. Eli thought this would strengthen the defense of the prison, but he was coveted by the necromancer.

At this moment, after vaguely aware of rod's real purpose, Eli naturally can't let him achieve his wish. Once he loses the ritual core, all rituals in the prison will be completely ineffective. Instead of watching the prisoners escape from blakada at that time, he might as well take the initiative to release them now. Maybe there will be other gains. Maybe he can successfully stop the necromancer.