Well, Su Wen knew that Donald must have done it on purpose.

Just turned around and grabbed him, and the black figure hidden behind him was more than ten meters away, as if he took the initiative to fly into his hand. Then he easily twisted his neck and saw that the bone spur did not cause any damage to Donald at all. But at this time, Donald was obviously penetrated by the bone spur from the back of his head. While the spurs penetrated from the eye sockets emitted a faint breath of death, the blood overflowing from the wound was also turning gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead..."

Su Wen spoke out to remind him.

To be honest, looking at the tragic situation in front of him, he really doubted whether Donald would die.

"Pretend you, you are obviously a cannon fodder-level death wizard. I suspect that even the toxins on the bone spurs can be poisoned to death. Is this what humans do?" As he said that, Donald raised his hand and slapped his eyes. The sharp bone spur was pushed out along the original path and fell silently between the dim rock cracks.

“It’s so exciting.”

He continued.

...Oh, so I'm enjoying it.

Su Wen looked at the death mage whose neck was broken into two pieces, and then was surprised to find that when the black hood was removed, the face hidden in the darkness turned out to be a woman, and a half-elf with a beautiful face - her ears were somewhat similar to those of Liticia, and it was obviously between humans and elves, and it was very likely that it was a mixed race between the two.

"There is a woman in the Death Mage?"

Su Wen's surprise could not be concealed.

"As long as you have the heart, even a Shiba Inu can learn undead magic." Donald snorted coldly, "Even if it is not good, you can always command the contracted undead or monster to bite people. The characteristics of undead magic are low thresholds and quick success. The death wizards among them have put this feature to the limit. With the same qualifications and time, they can even be several times stronger than traditional elemental magicians, otherwise the idiots will actively become rats crossing the street that everyone shouts to beat."

Upon hearing this, Su Wen looked at the half-elf death wizard again, feeling a little sorry - this is the difference in appearance. If the person who fell to the ground was a detestable old man, Su Wen would probably applaud.

‘What a pity it would be to be such a beautiful maid.’

He thought silently.

"Puff... Is there only a maid in your mind?" Donald suddenly spoke, and kicked the half-elf corpse with a faint fear on his face. "Beautifulness is useless. The half-elf is not as good as a sub-ethnic creature. Anyway, it is either a plaything for human nobles or a lowly slave or a plaything. Do you think there are many strange relationships with you and Liticia on the continent? This child either wants to avenge with deep hatred or is desperate, and is definitely more miserable than you think-but since he has chosen to embarrass the path of Death Mage, she is not worthy of sympathy."

"Is that true?"

Su Wen was stunned for a moment and sighed lightly for a long time.

He bent down and reached out his hand, closing his eyes to the half-elf death wizard.

Seeing this, Donald next to him shook his head. He gloated and said, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

"Don't tease me, didn't you meet me just now?"

Su Wentou said without looking back, obviously not believing it.

"I didn't have direct contact like you. On the glorious continent, people with a little common sense will know that any intimate physical contact with creatures from the evil camp will basically die miserably."

"What should I do, chop my hands?"

Donald looked relaxed: "Anyway, there are at least ten toxins that already exist in your body. There are not many more ones, so just treat it as the price of doing idiot things."

Su Wen was silent for a long time and found that he was speechless.

But he immediately remembered something.

"Wait - since a death wizard attacks us, doesn't that mean we've been exposed?"

"Nonsense, walk in with a swagger. This is no longer just an exposed problem, okay?"

Sure enough, as soon as Donald finished speaking, a shocking roar suddenly erupted in the skeleton altar in the distance.

“…Ignaz, why is it you!

Su Wen turned his head and saw Nicholas floating in the distance in the air in the hall, looking down at the blood-colored vortex on the altar coldly. At this time, the one who was roaring was a black-robed mage standing on the altar. Although the mage was also covered with robes, his face was handsome that was inconsistent with his identity, and his temperament even showed a faint majesty of the superior.

And from his roar, Su Wen heard a strong anger and disbelief.

This is a complaint against the betrayer.

Su Wen always felt that he seemed to have seen such a scene somewhere, because he actually felt a faint empathy for the roaring death wizard...

The object of the roar was of course Nikola. "Ignaz" thought to be one of the pseudonyms of the undead magician, but at this time his eyes did not focus on the death mage who roared at him. Instead, he looked indifferently at the blood-colored vortex above the bone altar, as if waiting for something. As for the group of death mages who were scattered around the altar half a minute ago, when Su Wen looked at it from a distance, the direction of the bone altar in seven vertical eyes was only the existence of Nikola and the black-robed death mage. In addition, there were only corpses all over the ground and the restless monsters in the darkness. The strange atmosphere made him start to find out the situation.

"Wait, the fight will start soon."

Next, without Donald's reminder, Su Wen quickly noticed that in the stalemate of the Bone Altar, the thirteen inconspicuous black dots around the blood-colored vortex were slowly changing. A thin and viscous blood line gradually formed between them and the vortex, accompanied by the increasingly clear sound of the baby crying, just like the thirteen shocking death-kill pendulums, moving at irregular speeds and directions.

The black-robed mage on the altar finally moved, and a flashing golden bone spear quickly condensed in his hand. But just when he seemed to be planning to shoot the bone spear at the black dots in the blood-colored vortex, Nikola in the air just raised his hand gently and instantly threw out a larger bone spear, which accurately hit the black-robed mage's arm. While the bone spear pierced the former's arm, it also shattered the golden bone spear that had not yet been completely condensed.

"Is it so simple that you give up on yourself? This is your long-cherished wish."

Nicholas in the air said lightly, without any emotion in his voice.

"Master... You are indeed a necromancer." There was bitterness in the voice of the man in the black robe on the altar, but this bitterness quickly turned into madness. He said miserably, "Yes, how could I give up like this? Even if I gave up my life in order to get rid of you, the traitor, what's wrong?"

As he said that, he suddenly raised his hand and drew a summoning array covered with dense patterns in front of him. Su Wen felt the extremely violent magic waves, and at the same time he heard Donald's excited shouts beside him.

"Oh, I'm going to summon everyone! It looks great!"

Sure enough, the next second, the black-robed mage god on the altar condensed a solid bone shield from all directions, and his singing echoed in the hall like rolling thunder.

"Wake up and help me kill the enemy, my servant...uh!"

...and then there was no following.

The "uh" at the end of course does not belong to the chanting part, but because a very ordinary-looking bone spear penetrates layers of bone shields like a tofu, and accurately inserted into the heart of the black-robed mage, he lets out this moan uncontrollably - exactly the same as the time when Donald was attacked before, Nicholas interrupted the black-robed man's summoning magic in the same way.

However, this man in black robe obviously did not have the tenacious vitality of Donald. He was only at the level of a high-level death mage and opened his eyes wide, holding the bone spear that penetrated his body tightly, then fell straight to the ground, and died cleanly.

"Swish, it's really disappointing. He's summoned it. That's a skeleton dragon close to the magician level!" Donald saw the man in black robe hanging like this, and he took the lead and shouted loudly, "Nicolah, you are so cowardly. When you see something in trouble, you always find ways to avoid it. Only when he's summoned it will be effective in the show. You just don't understand such a simple truth?"

As if he heard something, Nicholas, a hundred meters away, turned his head and glanced coldly.

Su Wen was a little scared. The black-robed Death Mage was like a leader in terms of demeanor and appearance, but Nikola's casual blow fell down without any resistance. Although he had already learned in the magic books that the gap between a high-level magician and a mage was like an insurmountable natural barrier, such a huge gap in power still made Su Wen unable to help but be shocked.

"Mr. Donald, what level is the Death Mage just now?"

Su Wen asked Donald with an unhappy face.

"I knew you would wonder why this guy died like a mistress, but if I read it right, he should be the mastermind of this undead natural disaster." Donald obviously was very unhappy with Nikola's approach, but he still explained to Su Wen, "If the broiler has the ability to resist, it will not be called a broiler. The praise he just now made them become cautious broiler at most. Of course, if an ordinary elemental mage stood there, that guy might not die so neatly, and at least he could struggle to death a few times, summoning the skeleton dragon and making some noise, and maybe even biting the other party. But his opponent was Nikola, who had entered the magician realm for almost a hundred years, and was also a necromancer of the same line... Tsk, what a poor little guy, he couldn't even leave his last words."

So Su Wen's eyes at Donald were a little complicated.

Nikola, who had been in the magician for almost a hundred years, was beaten to no avail and was specially pulled as a foreign player to suppress the field. What kind of monster is this...

However, even though the mastermind of the Undead Natural Disaster died so simply, Su Wen did not think that the disaster would come to an end so simply - there must be something in this hall that magicians like Nicholas felt they were unsure to hold, so he pulled Donald into the market, such as the blood-colored vortex, or the unknown things hidden in the dark...

"Oh, someone is here again." Suddenly, Donald slowly put away his smile, frowned and felt quietly, "Is this what Nicholas just said about Vasirian? It's not simple, but why are he looking for me? It's the arrogant and domineering old dog!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice came from afar.
Chapter completed!