With a slight sound, the silver thread was embedded in the flesh on the mummy's neck. However, in just a moment, the flame spread along the silver thread, first burning towards Roger's arm and then extending towards the bald boy. Roger was shocked and pulled his fingers. The bald boy rotated along the track just now, and the silver thread also escaped from the mummy.

The mummy also let go of his arm, and the huge force forced Roger to retreat.

Black flames spread from the mummy's neck, and the wounds wherever they passed were recovered quickly.

Roger wrapped the other end of the silver thread around his left hand to make a bow. This fingering technique allowed the bald boy to quickly pop out when attacking. However, he couldn't help but look at the scene where the mummy used black flames to restore the wound. The mummy was full of weirdness everywhere.

He knows how to read the mind, has no consciousness, and seems to be immortal. What kind of monster is this?

"Puppet Master, the shadow in the holy light." Just when Roger wanted to take the extreme again, the flames on the mummy's body became dimmed little by little, and the fires around him were no longer so bright, and the flames gradually showed a trend of being about to be extinguished.

Roger sneered: "If I could really see through my heart, how could I almost get cut off by the silver thread just now?"

Everything in this world has methods to crack. Magicians are afraid of melee combat, swordsmen can be suppressed with level, and summoners can be bound by magic. Roger is never afraid of any dangerous and unknown matters, even if it seems that monsters are not injured and immortal, it must have his weaknesses.

And Roger had already thought of a possibility, water.

"Ba", "Ba",

As soon as he thought of this, he clapped his hands rhythmically, and his lips cracked and smiled, "Only by being so smart and powerful can he become the enemy of the Knights Templar, puppet master, I look forward to your growth."

It turned and walked out of the bushes.

"You are looking forward to my growth, and I want to know your name too?" Roger sneered.

"My life has been dedicated to the God of Fire, without a name, puppet master, your mind should not be used on me."

The mummy walked out of the bushes step by step and out of the swamp. When the last flame disappeared, its figure also disappeared in front of it.

Roger, who was seriously injured, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and put the bald boy and silver thread into the box. Looking around, the bushes had been burned out by the flames, and there was a ruin around him. The thick black smoke drifted over the sky to make the already dim sky even darker.

I reached out and touched my neck and found that I was not seriously injured. The mummy showed mercy to his men.

Who is it? Where does it come from? Is it dead or alive?

These questions could not be dissipated in his mind, and the sound of "paganism", all showed its extraordinary origin, but in the information Roger knew, there was no proper reasoning.

This was the first time he was trapped in a deep mist and had no clue.

Since he couldn't think of it, there was no need to think too much. He squatted down and touched it with his hands. The swamp in front had evaporated just now. Most of the water became dry and hard. The mess that was originally all over the ground also turned into burnt powder in the flames. Roger stood up and dragged the box.

Roger was a little grateful that if the water in this swamp had not been evaporated, he really didn't know how to get over it, and there were no shrubs in his eyes.

Roger stood there for a while and felt a smile appearing on Feng Xiang's lips. Everything that happened before seemed to have an explanation.

When she opened her eyes again, she appeared not far away in front of her. Under the red robe was a petite girl, but only twelve or twelve years old, with a pink and cute appearance. She seemed to have just appeared here with witchcraft, and was blinking her big eyes and looking around, her long eyelashes were shaking.

"Is this what you did?"

She opened her mouth and pointed to the burnt ashes around her.

Roger smiled and said, "No, I did it."

The little witch held her chin with her fingers and thought, "No, why did you use fire...ah, no...no..." She suddenly looked at Roger and showed a fierce expression.

"You actually dare to set fire in the forest. I want to punish you in the name of the goddess of Red Flame...ah..." She was about to take out the crystal in her pocket and was pulled by Roger.

"Pain...pain...",

Roger snatched the crystal from her hand and smiled sinisterly: "Little witch, did Shaman arrange for you to come? All of this is what you imagined, right?"

"No, it's not..." The little witch held his wrist with both hands and said, "You can let go quickly, it hurts."

Her eyes were full of tears and pitiful eyes.

Roger laughed and said, "No? Centipedes usually grow in dark, warm and air-circulating places, mainly in low-mountain areas with more mountains and less soil. They are more lurking in corners of walls, under bricks, or in places where leaves and rotten grass accumulate, how can they appear in the bushes?"

"You put it there in advance. Astrologers known for their "cleanness" will not touch centipedes. Astrologers mainly use divination and prophecy, and it is difficult to control wind power, but there are wind-related things in witchcraft, so you used wind-breath witchcraft to control the biogas just now, right?"

He figured it out as soon as this little witch had a lot of things.

Sure enough, the little witch who was still tearful just now was exposed by him and smiled sly. She fixed his wrist with her hands and backhanded. She took a step back and took out a straw man and a needle from under the red robe. Roger was about to move forward and she stabbed her needle into the straw man's leg.

"Um...", a heart-wrenching pain suddenly came from Roger's legs, and he was unstable and half-kneeled on the ground.

"Hehe, what if I see through it?" The little witch had the power to inject the grass man's body. It was strange that Roger actually felt the feeling of the power entering his body.

But it was not a warm and comfortable feeling, but a discomfort. He raised his head and saw the little witch fiddling with the straw man. When she bent the straw man's arm backward, his arm also turned backwards. When she put the straw man in a "big" shape, his body actually became a "big" shape.

Roger smiled bitterly in his heart with the curse-type witchcraft.

"This position is very shameful," the little witch sat on a stone and smiled crisply, "How is it, are you convinced? This straw man is very powerful."

Roger coughed and smiled, "Little girl, your witchcraft is understandable, but your slow-moving straw man is too incompetent. If it were me, I would be able to make a straw man with an arm that can move 360 ​​degrees."

"Hmph, my straw man can move 360 ​​degrees." She turned the straw man's arm, which went from high to low, and Roger's arm also raised from high to low and then pointed at the little witch.

"Swoosh",

"ah....",

Just as he was about to aim, Roger suddenly activated the crossbow machine in his sleeve. A crossbow arrow flew over the little witch's hair. She screamed in fear and said, "The puppet took off her hand and fell to the ground. At this moment, Roger also got rid of control. He shot his feet like a Lisheng arrow and rushed over and threw it on the little witch, pressing her tightly under him.
Chapter completed!