Chapter 2004: Violent wind

"Dead woman, it makes people's ears hurt!"
Qiao An rubbed his aching ears and cursed in a low voice.
In fact, he had long expected that the current critical situation might arise. Due to the tight time limit, he had only time to make five contingency plans in advance.
Seeing the banshee holding her head and crying again, Qiao An decisively took out the "bull's eye magic lamp", planning to implement the "second plan", lighting the lamp and forcibly sending the banshee into the alien labyrinth, fighting for herself and her companions Take a breather, re-bless the protection spells, and after steadying your position, you will ambush the banshee to report the funeral, and translate it to this stinky lady, what is called Te Niang's "open door to see you"!
Qiao An raised the magic lamp and was about to recite the incantation. There was a long whistle in his ears, and the storm followed, causing him to stagger back, and the bull's eye magic lamp in his hand almost flew out.
This sudden storm contained strong negative energy, which made Qiao An's heart startled. Seeing the dim sky and the terrifying aura of flying sand and rocks, is there any other powerful undead allies in the banshee?
After hurriedly looking up, Qiao An unexpectedly discovered that the banshee had stopped casting the spell and turned to look at the lake that was hit by the storm. His face was full of horror, as if he had a premonition that a natural enemy was coming.
"Qiao An, what's going on!" Hailar walked over with difficulty against the wind, clutching the young mage's arms tightly.
"I don't know. It seems that there is still some kind of undead creature on the island that is more terrifying than the banshee, and it is coming over here..."
In the second half of the sentence, Qiao Ann didn't need to say any more. A gray tornado column had appeared on the lake, stirring the water and steam, and was rushing towards the lake shore.
The water of the lake was thrown high by the storm, and then volleyed down. The warm rain showered on his face, and Qiao An's heart felt chills.
Under the horrified gaze of the four young people, the 60-foot tornado pillar landed proudly, like a giant gray dragon, whistling and swept over.
Those who bear the brunt are the ghosts. It is reasonable to say that incorporeal undead creatures will not be affected by the storm of the material world. However, all ghosts are like... well, seeing a ghost... scared to turn around and flee away from the tornado.
The speed of the ghost is obviously incomparable with the storm. It was overtaken within two seconds. A series of sonorous and powerful sword-drawing sounds came from the tornado, and then six swords of different lengths stretched out, as if being invisible. Holding by his arms, he spins and cuts at high speed with the wind, dragging countless bright arcs in the night sky.
In an instant, all the ghost servants who reported the mourning of the banshee were killed by the sword, turned into wisps of ash and were blown away by the storm.
The mourning banshee gritted her teeth, staring at the storm that engulfed the sword, almost spouting pale soul fire in her eyes.
Before the storm was approaching, the banshee raised her translucent hand and tried to attack.
Qiao An has been paying close attention to the action of the banshee reporting the funeral, and realizing that she is about to cast a spell, she immediately concentrates on identifying the spell configuration!
From the point of view of magical energy level, this should be an 8-level spell. If not surprisingly, it should belong to the Necromancer school, and the configuration is a bit like the 4-level "Blight spell"!
The attack spells of the Necromancy School cannot usually be used to kill the undead in order to report the banshee’s 16 intelligence attributes. Of course, it will not make such a low-level mistake.
The "Blight Spell" is one of the very few necromantic spells that can be used to kill dead souls. Since the Banshee is about to use a more powerful "Blight Spell", it is probably...
Qiao An vaguely guessed the details of this spell, time has not allowed him to further in-depth identification, decisively extracted 4 "mythical powers", and even guessed and carried out "mythological countermeasures"!
Hey! Really guessed it!
The spell counter was successful, and Qiao An was overjoyed, and it turned out to be the 8-level "withering spell"!
The funeral banshee failed to cast the spell, suddenly turned around and glared at the young mage, with resentment in her eyes.
Fortunately, Qiao An had blessed the "reflection gaze" in advance, and his eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of mercury film, completely shielding the "crazy gaze" transmitted by the banshee through the sight.
At the same time, the gray tornado with six swords has rushed over, brandishing the sword frantically to slash the banshee.
These six swords are all enchanted weapons. Among them, the black and blue sword is particularly eye-catching. It is no less than fourteen feet in length, as wide as a door, and the blade is wavy, emitting a weird light.
The other five swords were cut on the banshee, occasionally avoided by her incorporeal traits. Only the wave-blade giant sword could hit the banshee every time, cutting her slender body almost dissipated. .
The funeral banshee let out a painful cry, suddenly turned her head and floated towards the jungle far from the shore of the lake, and in a blink of an eye she escaped without a trace.
The gray storm stopped circling and shrank into a human-shaped phantom. Although it was an incorporeal undead, it was not difficult to see the tall and mighty image of this life.
Six swords hovering around the dead soul man, slowly circling, so that Qiao An can see clearly, the hilt of the wave-edged giant sword is inlaid with beautiful rubies, and the center of the spine is engraved with the No. 2 Rune Ur. !
"Tilfeng!"
Hailar couldn't help but exclaimed.
Her gaze shifted from the giant sword to the face of the dead soul man, but she couldn't see the face of the other man, and the girl's eyes could not help being filled with tears.
"Father, is that you?" The girl's trembling voice echoed in the night sky, "My name is Hailar Green, and I am your daughter!"
The dead soul man did not respond to the girl's call, took a deep look at her, and then resolutely turned around, once again turned into a howling storm, headed straight to the lake, and disappeared into the depths of the fog in an instant.
Watching his father's back disappear at the end of his vision, Hailar finally couldn't stop the tears in his eyes. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he quickly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, not wanting his friend to see his fragile side.
"Sister Caimi, what are you still doing? Hurry up!" Holden eagerly urged.
Hailar shook his head, looking lonely.
"Forget it, I was not born when my father was killed. Even if he is still alive, he will not recognize my daughter. Besides, he has become an undead. Let him rest in peace."
"Sorry, I have to tell the truth, if your father can really rest in peace, he won't become a dead spirit!"
Holden's remarks seemed sarcasm, but they actually encouraged Hailar to cheer up in a special way.
"Your dad can’t recognize you as a posthumous woman. This is normal, but he at least recognizes your mother. There must be a portrait of Mrs. Nanna beside you, right? Catch up and show it to your dad. Ah! If the father and daughter meet again next time, everyone will be happy!"
Hailar was quite moved by what he said, looking at the direction where his father was going, his eyes hesitated.