Wizards Under Cthulhu

　　 That was a skinny man, his skin was ulcerated, his head was surprisingly big.

　　 At this time, he was completely dead.

　　 Not a wizard apprentice, Norman quickly made a judgment.

　　Weird creatures are melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

　　 Skin, hair, and clothing were quickly swallowed by blood on the ground.

　　 Norman didn't stay at all, it seemed to be getting more and more dangerous here.

　　 body shape shuttles quickly in the forest.

　　Similarly, several black shadows also appeared.

　　 They are intertwined with each other, constantly shrinking the encirclement of Norman.

　　 Watching their movements, Norman frowned.

　　 If only one or two, he still has the confidence to win.

　　 A cursory glance, there are nearly eight shadows.

　　 The brain spins fast, Norman no longer rushes forward, but starts to move around constantly, trying to break out from one of the directions.

　　 The speed of the black shadow is too fast. Once Norman dashes in one direction, four figures will block him from the front.

　　 They are like beasts in the jungle with round-up experience, ready to kill Norman at the least cost.

　　 At the same time, Norman also saw the looks of the eight figures clearly.

　　 They have slender human bodies, wear a black double-breasted trench coat, and their bare skin is pale and dry.

　　 are just their heads, none of them are human.

　　 Or, their heads are all weird and deformed.

　　Some heads are like a fish without a head, and some are like a twisted, hyperplastic scar...

　　 Norman's figure quickly shuttled through the forest.

　　 The encircling circle of the eight figures is getting narrower, getting closer and closer to Norman.

　　 They seem to have found the best time to sniper. One hit kills.

　　The expression in their eyes is always Gujing Wubo, even if they are only one step away from success at this time.

　　 Suddenly, Norman's figure stopped abruptly.

　　Eight figures accelerated at the same time, raising their pale and dry palms one after another.

　　 Everyone's nails grew to one meter in an instant and turned into five sharp knives.

　　 Norman felt the threat of stench, nausea, and the smell of death.

　　 Norman's expression was unusually calm, and a crisp voice sounded, "Split!"

　　 Eight figures suddenly freeze in the air.

　　 A ray of silver-white light separated the eight of them.

　　 These lines appear from different places on the ground and on the trunk.

　　 These are the purposes of Norman's constant movement just now.

　　He is in this area, constructing a smart magic circle.

　　 The eight figures want to gather together subconsciously.

　　It's just that the moment they acted, the silver light was also moving.

　　 Whether it's an attack or a direct charge, these lights seem to divide the space.

　　 Norman stood in the middle of the circle, watching them chase each other, or want to rush towards him together.

　　 They didn't know that the eight people, including Norman, were not on the same level at all.

　　 Nine people, divided into nine horizontal lines.

　　 No matter how the eight people move, the eight horizontal lines will follow.

　　 Only Norman’s, separate from everyone.

　　 If they simultaneously hit the ground, the power of the circle will affect their sensory balance and will not really fall to the ground.

　　If Norman understands the power of space in the future, he can even divide them into several visible spaces.

　　 Of course, this is just Norman's own guess.

　　 The current magic circle is just a rough layout.

　　Once the time stretches, the energy fluctuations of the eight will continue to interfere with the stability of the magic line, and finally will completely collapse.

　　Norman naturally couldn't wait, and he didn't want to waste his magic power to kill them.

　　 shook his figure, and Norman was weird, out of the eight people.

　　 figure quickly merged into the dark jungle.

　　 The eight figures stopped at the same time, and there was no mood swing in the eight pairs of eyes.

　　 Their skin began to bulge up, and rusty wires emerged from the skin.

　　 Without sensory interference, the magic circle naturally loses its effectiveness.

　　 patter, patter... a pool of minced meat fell on the ground.

　　Norman naturally didn't know what happened behind the scenes.

　　 The speeding body suddenly stopped. Not far away, a red light attracted Norman's attention.

　　A ray of red light was revealed in the black charred wood.

　　 Blood Crystal! Norman knew what it was immediately, and his figure fell beside the tree.

　　 This is a superb blood crystal the size of a human head.

　　 Norman quickly received it in the storage ring.

　　Four silver chains appeared behind him.

　　 A black light hit the defensive net formed by the chains.

　　 The black light collapsed, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

　　The witchcraft trick of the dark element.

　　 Norman's eyes fell on the assailant.

　　 A skinny old man, he looks more than 80 years old, with longevity spots on his face.

　　 The old man chanted witchcraft spells in a muffled voice.

　　 The dark arms that emerged from the ground had always remained still, but at this time they began to surge upwards frantically, as if they were about to break through the ground.

　　Norman naturally couldn't wait for his trick to be completed. After the whole body was transformed, a phantom rushed towards the old man.

　　 Without waiting for him to approach, two sonorous and powerful witchcraft syllables appeared.

　　 It was like, completely waiting for Norman to throw himself into the net.

　　 Norman's body became abnormally heavy, and his consciousness began to lose weight.

　　 There was a strange smile on the face of the old man not far away.

　　 Obviously, everything they did was for Norman.

　　 The strange smile on the old man's face stagnated.

　　 Two black chains came out of the mud and penetrated straight from under his body to the top of his head.

　　 No blood came out, it looked very strange.

　　 At the same time, a silver chain appeared stretched, entangled towards the distant trees, and pulled Norman out for a certain distance.

　　A silver chain appeared again~www.readwn.com~ and entangled in another tree.

　　 Norman seemed to have two other super long feet, and quickly fleeed towards the distance.

　　 are all third-level wizard apprentices!

　　 Although Norman didn't see any ambush people, in the moment, Norman noticed no fewer than ten people.

　　From Norman's realization that he was trapped, and the counterattack, it was just a breathing time.

　　 This operation caught everyone in ambush by surprise.

　　 The old man whose head was penetrated raised his head strangely, "Go chase!"

　　 In the woods, more than a dozen figures chased after Norman.

　　 As the distance increases, Norman's body also tends to be flexible.

　　 Two silver chains took him forward at a speed beyond common sense.

　　 On the ground, two black chains are swimming like two big snakes.

　　 The forest is not safe, it can even be said to be very scary.

　　 This kind of terror is not just for Norman but for everyone.

　　 When the distance is widened, the possibility of chasing the opponent is slim.

　　 There will always be strange and terrifying creatures coming out.

　　 Even if he was quickly submerged in the torrent of witchcraft tricks, it still slowed down the pursuit of soldiers.

　　 Surprisingly, there were very few strange monsters around Norman.

　　Although he still doesn't know why, Norman will not stop to study and waste time.

　　 With the passage of time, the spells on Norman's body were finally lifted.

　　 The moment he recovered his body, Norman put away the silver chains and rushed towards the farm.

　　 In less than ten minutes, Norman stopped and looked forward cautiously.

　　 Not far away, there were dozens of women with big hats and white skirts sitting.

　　 They all turned back, looking at Norman with faceless faces.