Necromancers Guide to Magic
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty
Benjamin was truly stunned at this time.
The scene in front of him made him feel so shocked.
And after these leaves fell one by one, and finally landed on the horse that was rushing for thousands of miles, they burned without warning.
It didn't take much time before Benjamin smelled a burnt smell.
He glanced at the old woman who was still lying on the ground and muttering to herself, but there was more doubt in his heart.
Is this the enemy they fear?
No matter how you look at it, these ghost horses seem to be so vulnerable in front of this sacred tree!
As if feeling the confusion in Benjamin's heart, the old woman raised her head, but her ruddy face was obviously sunken.
"Young man, do you think these ghost horses are nothing more than that? How come we still look like the enemy?"
Benjamin nodded. He glanced at the battlefield next to him again. Almost all the ghost horses were already burning in the fire, and then gradually turned into a pile of ashes.
"Oh," the old woman shook her head again, and then she got up from the ground tremblingly, but suddenly coughed, and vomited blood from her mouth.
Benjamin suddenly understood that this seemingly very powerful spell seemed to cause great physical damage to this group of people.
"Don't see these ghost horses have been burned to ashes, their most powerful things have not yet appeared! Cough cough," the old woman began to vomit blood again.
The little boy jumped up and carefully supported his grandmother, and asked worriedly, "Grandma, are you okay?"
The old woman shook her head, and squeezed a smile after a long time, "It's okay, what can I do! It's just that this man is old, but after using God's power once, he is already weak."
The little boy's expression still looked very worried. He took the old woman's wrinkled hand and said softly, "Grandma, if you go too, then I really only have one person left."
The old woman was stunned. She sighed and could only gently stroke the little boy's head with her hand, "Silly boy, why are you so innocent!"
Benjamin moved his gaze away from the moving picture here, and then focused his gaze on the ghost horses that had completely disappeared.
Then a head slowly emerged from the ashes.
Finally, another unscathed ghost horse appeared in front of Benjamin.
It raised its head and let out a long howl into the black misty air.
Soon, Benjamin discovered that this reborn ghost horse was slightly different from just now.
Their hair looks more glamorous.
Moreover, the muscles bursting out of the body seem to be getting stronger.
This tight line seems to show its explosive power to the world again.
Has this become stronger?
Benjamin looked at the old woman beside her, her expression looked even more ugly.
When this group of ghost horses are reborn from the fire again, they will definitely have a new round of attacks.
And the magic shield they had last time is gone, and there are not many leaves on the sacred tree behind them.
"You should know its merits now, right?" The old woman coughed again, looking very weak."If I didn't run into them, how could I be so nervous."
The little boy seemed to be crying. He carefully took the old woman's hand, "Grandma, you, do you mean we might all die here?"
The old woman immediately changed into her amiable appearance, "No, don't worry, you won't die."
There may still be a momentary touch in Benjamin's heart. If Mrs. Ludwig was next to him at this time, she would definitely say the same thing as the old woman.
"Alright," the old woman let go of the little boy, and after whispering a few words in his ear, she said to her people, "Everyone is ready for the second round."
Everyone lay on the ground again, and they kept chanting spells that Benjamin couldn't understand.
However, those ghost horses have already launched the second round of attacks. Even the sacred tree began to scatter leaves, and many ghost horses still avoided the attack and rushed into the crowd.
Suddenly, some people who were still singing with a smile on their faces were severely torn apart in their abdomens, and all their intestines fell out and fell to the ground.
The smell of blood has spread rapidly in the air.
Benjamin subconsciously covered his nose.
The smell is really pungent and uncomfortable.
After the ghost horses smelled the smell, they became more excited, and flames appeared in their lackluster eyes.
A ghost horse rushed in front of the little boy, but suddenly a dark figure emerged from Benjamin's cuff.
The black shadow was not big, it quickly stopped at the ghost horse's neck.
Then, when the ghost horse was about to lift its legs and kick at the little boy, it crashed down.
The little boy's face was pale at this time, and he pulled Benjamin's clothes vigorously. He knew that he would be dead if it weren't for Benjamin.
Nana was lying on the ghost horse's neck at this time, happily drawing blood.
It's just that this ghost horse is not a real creature, it quickly turned into a pile of ashes.
Benjamin knelt down, put Nana on his shoulders, and began to search the pile of ashes carefully with her wand.
Soon, Benjamin found a hard thing in the ashes.
He took the thing out of the ashes carefully, and took a close look. It was an ordinary piece of iron.
But when Benjamin turned aside, he saw a strange symbol on the iron plate.
He thought about it and put the iron piece into his pocket.
Immediately afterwards, as he had speculated, the pile of ashes never reunited, but completely disappeared.
The old woman saw this scene. While injecting divine power into the sacred tree, she said to Benjamin, "Have you discovered how to deal with them?"
Benjamin nodded, "Well, after this group of ghost horses turn to ashes, everyone will run over and find the iron pieces inside. That's it."
At this time, the sacred tree once again dropped a sky full of flames, and they fell on the ghost horse like a meteor shower.
These ghost horses uttered painful noises, and finally rolled slowly in the flames, and finally turned into a pile of ashes.
The surviving clansmen also began to follow Benjamin to find the iron pieces.
There is only one mess left.