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After everyone left, the wither climbed onto the stone wall of the arena to find the corpse - there should be a corpse.

"Here!" He saw the prey lying on the ground, and the bow and arrow shot through the other party's head, and his brain even splashed onto the flag. He carefully searched for the corpse, and there was nothing valuable.

"Is it just an ant?" Nathanos puzzled. The Lich King could not send such a person to the martial arts competition. If it was just to inquire about information, it would be more reasonable to disguise yourself in the tribe and alliance troops. In fact, this guy looked fully armed and wanted to launch a raid while everyone was paying attention.

Since he was the only one, then his combat power... The cold wind came from behind, Nathanos pulled out Salamani from his waist and blocked it back. It was only a little short of that the enemy's claws were about to pierce his eyes.

"The soul is out of body?" Nathanos said in surprise. The one who attacked him was a ghost with a blue and transparent body. No wonder he didn't find him just now.

"You disturbed my grand appearance."

It was indeed here to do the destruction, but unfortunately he intercepted him before he could take action. Nathanos forced the other party back and said with an apology: "That's really sorry, but dying under my bow and arrow is also an honor. You can rest in peace."

The ghost laughed, causing the Withering One to wonder what he was laughing at. "No! I don't need that body anymore. Without the shell, I will only be stronger." He flew over, and his speed almost caught Nathanos off guard.

After the Withering Man gritted his teeth and avoided sideways, he rushed forward and swept hard. As he expected, the ghost should be split in half. However, Salamani's sword blade only cut through the air. Nathanos saw the sword body passing through the ghost's body with his own eyes, without any wounds.

‘What is this? He can attack me, but I can’t hit him!’

"I said it long ago!" The ghost laughed at the confusion on Nathanos's face. "Your sword is ineffective for me."

The Withering Man sneered: "It seems that the cold weapon can no longer hurt you. What about the dark magic?"

This is his second transformation form today. Each transformation will cause him to consume a lot of dark energy, and he cannot maintain this form for a long time. Nathanos is different from this ghost. The other party's soul is directly separated from the body, while he directly converts the body into a soul. After all, it is a entity and will be affected by the surrounding environment.

The ghost had no expression, but he floated motionlessly and was obviously surprised by Nathanos's actions. The undead could only see the outline of the human beings in the upper body, and the legs of the lower body seemed to be covered by black fog. Black and flesh-free wings stretched out from behind. The two eyes were even more terrifying because of this change. The red pupils stretched out fine lines of the same color to both sides of the cheeks.

"Now..." Nathanos's voice also became hoarse and empty because of this transformation, "Do you still have the confidence you just now?"

He rushed forward without waiting for the ghost to respond. Although the opponent had already dodged desperately, Nathanos's hand still slapped the opponent's right chest. He finally heard the ghost's wail when he was hit by him with an arrow.

The battle is not over yet!

After being severely injured, the ghost did not flee back to his body. Nathanos believed that he could not go back at all, and his state transition was irreversible.

The Withered One predicted that he could maintain his soul for up to five minutes. Within five minutes, he would find a way to subdue the ghost, and then interrogate how many natural disaster minions he still has here, and what is the Lich King's plan.

The premise is to catch him.

"Remember, my name is Black Knight."

"It's almost dead, don't you think it's too late to introduce yourself?"

"No, the time is just right." The Black Knight laughed wildly and raised a hand to Nathanos.

The Withered thought that he was going to release some magic to struggle to die, but that was not a magic that caused damage. Nathanos immediately noticed an abnormality on his body. His soul's affinity for magic increased three times, which meant that he could sense and feel magic more, but also indicated that if he was attacked by magic, the damage he had to bear would also be increased three times.

‘I was marked!’ Nathanos’s face gradually became solemn, and he almost thought of what the Black Knight wanted to do next.

"I tell you my name because you can remember who killed you before you die!"

The ghost of the Black Knight instantly distorted, and the dark blue transparent body twisted and stretched outwards, and the dark purple gradually replaced his original blue.

"So that's it, this is your trump card?"

Turn your soul into a bomb and want to die with him.

"Good idea." Nathanos admitted to underestimating the Lich King's servant. The awareness of suicide attacks was very high.

The Black Knight finally burst out with a terrifying roar. If he was trying his best to control his energy just now, then he just needs to let go and let the energy hit the surroundings...

The explosion alarmed the patrolling Silver Dawn Guard. The sound came from the competition field. Now there is no competition, and the competition field is closed.

...

"You mean the explosion?" Tirio Fording was listening to the soldiers' reports.

"Yes, Grand Lord. Many people heard it. When we went to check what happened, only a corpse was found at the scene, which looked like a Death Knight." The soldiers looked confused. Almost everyone knew that no one from Archerus had come to the Silver Arena, and the Death Knight should not appear.

After hearing this, Fording nodded, "Not all Death Knights are from Archerus."

"You mean, Lich King?"

"Arsace will not sit idly by and watch out for our actions here. Immediately increase my guard and patrol, and beware of any minions of the Scourge's army coming in."

The soldiers left with orders, and after listening to their steps, Tillian said to the screen in the corner of the tent, "They are all gone."

Nathanos showed up, and he had tried his best to hide it, but Fording could tell at a glance that he was injured, very seriously injured.

"You're okay."

"I almost died." The Withered One replied bitterly. The enemy used his soul as a bomb. If he hadn't finally returned to the physical form and blocked the impact of part of the explosion, his soul might have been severely damaged.

"Thank you anyway." Tyrio patted the Withering Man on the shoulder. "You stopped a terrible attack."

"This attack also reminds us that the Lich King has been watching here. Maybe he has thought of the next time we are talking...ah!" Before Nathanos finished speaking, he suddenly shouted and knelt on the ground in pain.

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"under!"

...

"What's wrong with you?" Tirio asked with wide eyes, Nathanos looked like the Paladin attacked him just now, but Fording knew he hadn't.

"Nothing, nothing!" The Lord of Forgotten stood up slowly, the expression on his face was a little unspeakable, as if he was still fighting pain.

That voice again!
Chapter completed!