Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

If someone could cast a row of magic spells just with a swipe of their hand, regardless of the level of magic, that person is definitely not a rookie, because this involves elemental interference.

If someone could cast more than two magic spells at a close distance, it means they have good elemental control.

What surprised the Undead more was that he cast a line of twelve exploding fireballs, and the opponent cast a line of thirteen exploding fireballs, just one more than he did.

Was it intentional or coincidental?

The Undead hastily waved his hand; the explosive fireballs in front of him shot out swiftly, while his body rapidly retreated backward.

Ange also waved his hand; the exploding fireballs in front of him accurately met the Undead’s fireballs, detonating them one by one, with the extra one shooting towards the Undead.

As the Undead retreated, he waved his hand, drawing circles in front of him. Every time he drew a circle, an Arrow of Breath of Death would form in the center.

The extra exploding fireball was detonated by the Arrow of Breath of Death, and more Arrows of Breath of Death were shot at Ange.

Arrows of Breath of Death were his most proficient type of magic, not Fire Magic. He only wanted to humiliate the enemy earlier, but soon discovered that the enemy was not someone to belittle casually, so he immediately switched back to his proficient type.

This was actually a very common magic duel routine for mages – suppress with firepower, adapt to the situation, seize the opportunity, and finish in one wave.

However, this was playing right into the hands of a certain skeleton.

The Undead was soon astonished to find that the skeleton’s firepower was even fiercer than his own, with the number of exploding fireballs surpassing his Shadow Arrows.

After mutually neutralizing each other, some exploding fireballs even broke through the Shadow Arrow curtain and closed in, only to swerve under the skeleton’s gaze and slam into the Undead.

An semi-transparent shield appeared on the Undead, blocking the damage from the fireball.

“Kvada, what the hell is this skeleton?!” The Undead was so angered that he cursed in Magic Language.

A grand Necromancer Magic Tutor was unexpectedly unable to suppress a skeleton in firepower? Telling that to anyone would be unbelievable.

This cannot continue. Not to mention being at a stalemate with a skeleton, even if he can’t achieve a quick victory, it would be detrimental to his reputation as a Necromancer Magic Tutor after all, it was a skeleton, a creature of low intelligence and unskilled in magic!

Having already retreated quite some distance, the Undead crushed a bone card he drew out. Instantly, a ‘huge’ wraith rushed out from the card, wailing as it pounced on Ange.

Why use the word ‘huge’? Because normally, wraiths are only the size of a fingernail, flocking in groups, wailing as they float back and forth. They are the lowest level spiritual bodies in the Undead world, a tiny bit of death atmosphere can breed a large amount, and a touch of sunlight can annihilate a large portion of them.

However, this wraith, which was normally the size of a fingernail, was now three to four meters in diameter and its volume had increased tens of thousands of times. Along with the wailing, similarly increased as well, was its wail.

The greatest destructive power of a wraith is their wail. If a wraith appears in your room and you can’t kill it, then it would circle around your ears and ‘aah… aah…’ scream, depriving you of sleep and disrupting your peace of mind.

If a drop of wraiths appears in a room, basically, the room becomes unbearable.

If it’s a giant wraith, the sound it makes is not just a scream, but a skill – Wraith Scream.

The giant wraith screamed at Ange and the green soundwaves, visible only to the soul, bombarded Ange, hitting his soul.

Ange blinked his eyes, showing no reaction.

The giant wraith was taken aback, floated a few steps closer, and screamed again.

Still no reaction?

It floated a few steps closer again, floating and wailing all the way up to Ange’s front, plugging Ange’s ears and screaming there.

Wraith Scream is a mental attack, if one’s spirit is extremely strong, they can ignore its damage. Coincidentally, Ange’s spiritual power…

Ange could ignore the damage, so he decided not to deal with it, but the Little Ghost on his finger couldn’t. Unable to bear it anymore, the Little Ghost raised its head and screamed at the giant wraith: “Roar!”

Circles of sacred soundwaves bombarded the wraith, shrivelling it as if it was flesh in front of Holy Light Flash, leaving only the essence of being burned by the holy light, which smelled like sun-dried quilts.

The Undead, who was concentrating on brewing magic, was also surprised by this essence of the holy light, exclaiming in shock: “Holy Light?”

However, the Little Ghost was too small, still wrapped around Ange’s finger, the Undead didn’t see clearly, and didn’t notice where this holy light was coming from, was there an ambush?

Involuntary, the Undead heightened his vigilance. However, no matter how hard he thought, he would never think the source of the holy light was on Ange’s finger.

The holy light cast by the Little Ghost dealt additional damage to the Undead. The holy light Ange cast, because it was too pure, did not have this additional damage.

The arrow was on the bowstring, the Undead didn’t have time to investigate. He sharply lifted both hands to the sky, posing as if lifting the heavens, and shouted loudly: “Sleeping souls, awaken, this is the paradise of the dead….”

Paradise of the Dead… With the Undead’s shout, black smoke erupted from the earth. That was pure death atmosphere, under the eternal night, this was the time when the death atmosphere was most active.

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