บท 60: LX. Necromancy

Fen simply couldn't let these guys get close, even if it meant destroying the pier; when Liszt and the others returned, they would only need to launch a small boat to pick them up, or they could swim over and cast a rope net.

Several more Wind Blades exploded past, the wooden planks of the T-shaped pier cracking and splintering into wood dust, creating a gap over four meters long.

These Heavy Priests simply had no way to jump across.

Marcus muttered his prayers, and to the naked eye, sprouts shot out at the broken area of the pier; then, vines grew wildly, forming a makeshift vine bridge.

Fen, his face covered in blood, frowned tightly. Since they were Priests from the Eternal Sect, knowing some Magic wasn't anything strange.

Wolman, wielding a gigantic War Axe, leaped down from the pier. Since they were fucking Aran people, it didn't matter if he died here after slaughtering a few of these useful big guys.