Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 864 An Incomparably Difficult Victory

The live undead was also rarely discouraged this time... He obviously fixed his recording tool somewhere, and didn't intend to follow the worm mage with the fearless spirit of the paparazzi.

So the one on the giant screen is always facing... the old snow dog who...it's unbelievable that he still has such agility one day...and took out the carriage and hid in it.

But no one can accuse him of anything... Dodging the attacks aimed at him on the battlefield is the bounden duty of the commander... After the worm mage judged the importance of 'Xueyun Peak', he kept shooting at him Maggots.

Although most of them can be blocked by the shield wall, the skills of the defensive knights also have CDs. When they switch skills, there will always be some fish that slip through the net and rush in.

Fortunately, this worm mage left only a small amount of brain capacity, so all the maggots went to Xue Laogou... If he didn't get into the carriage, he would really have maggots on his head.

'Xue Laogou' gritted his teeth and cursed: "Grandma and grandma of the light department! You don't dare to look at the previous spellcasting and forget it, can you save your poor commander now? I'm already a bait now, can you come a few times?" A life-saving light?
If you don't fight me, you still have to observe the battlefield! "

After he finished yelling, beams of light finally appeared around his carriage...Obviously, these girls were just throwing random things in the direction of the carriage...but as long as there are enough people, someone will always catch a dead mouse.

It is estimated that 'Xue Yunfeng' has never been so radiant in his life. When he got out from the top of the carriage with the oil painting in his arms, his ice-blue hair was shining brightly, and even his white robe seemed to be dusted with diamond dust.

Fran couldn't help but look at Hill: "Can this oil painting work?"

Hill looked at it for a while, and then calmly told Fran: "The oil painting was promoted later... Now it is blessed by the three gods of the sun, the moon, and the earth, and the small oil paintings that are divided are all at the semi-artifact level.

According to Toril's algorithm, it can also be regarded as an artifact last time. If it is a level 30 monster, it can still start to work.

It can only be used once every seven days. Now that he uses it, there is one less life-saving thing. "

Fran couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth: "For the undead, annihilation is better than now, right? Two-thirds of the people now throw their spells with their heads down at the furthest distance... Fortunately, they still know Control distance."

Hill smiled silently. In fact, of course, it's not just the worm mage flying around on the battlefield, but also a large number of stone blind barbarians around level 20 who are also trying to wave their big sticks at the undead.

But although the undead's crazily throwing spells didn't hurt the terrifying monster, the stone-blind barbarians were really killed a lot, even though these almost irrational guys were still charging crazily... It was obvious that they had been killed by that monster. The Worm Mage was completely under control.

Their brains, which are very suitable for the control of mind flayers, can of course be easily controlled by worm mages who still have some mage abilities... just like other mages are not impossible, but no one wants to.

When they sacrificed their own kind to the mind flayer master, they bore the deepest curse of the human race.

It is impossible for this battle to have a second ending, but for the undead, the longer the time drags on, the more likely they will collapse.

Hill was stunned for a moment, and realized something...William only blocked blood and evil, but didn't plan to block nausea from the undead?

Is this guy trying to avenge the curses that the undead have been gushing over the past few years?

Hill tilted his head, put his fist in front of his mouth and smiled, which really exposed his narrow-minded revenge!
Then Hill decided to ignore this matter for the time being, after all, the most important question now is... that 'Snow Cloud Peak' holding an oil painting, with a livid face, staring at the worm mage flying everywhere, can he aim at once?

They can now do spells without locking onto enemies.

Although the spell 'Scorching Light' is indeed a regional attack...there is still a little difference between the center and the edge of the spell...as long as he is not killed at once...um...how should I put it, the Stoneblind Barbarian A humanoid race that has no humanity, the ability to make garbage is still the same, and it may even be everywhere... In other words, if he escapes, he may reappear soon.

Why can only an absolutely evil mage become such a thing, hehe, only a cold-blooded scum who can attack himself can do such a terrible thing... Even a mage who has a little bit of self-esteem can't do it.

Therefore, mages who see this thing will feel a sense of disgust from the bottom of their hearts, even those necromancers who have lost their emotions and don't feel dirty... That tells them that they are still human.

'Xue Yunfeng' probably also knew what level his aim was, so after aiming for a while, he shouted loudly: "Yuluo! Where is the ink pen! Why are you still standing there? I really want to write it myself." what?"

He glanced at the back angrily, and then said viciously: "Mobi! Where are you hiding? It would be a shame to hide behind the little girl!"

For the first time, Mobi's voice, which has always been gentle and elegant, made people hear such a huge panic: "Yuluo! Dude! Dear good brother! As long as you make a move... Aglaia Bistro will provide you with dinner for a month! Two people of!"

Hill couldn't help laughing: Playboy's first reaction when encountering a crisis is really unique!

A mage in black robe quietly walked out of the black rose's square team, with a livid face, he went straight to the carriage of 'Xueyunfeng', cursing the other two people in a low voice.

From the fact that most of the sentences were blocked, it can be seen how angry 'Yuluofanchen' really is.

Hill estimated that 'Xue Yunfeng' would only call them for help, probably the people in the command group in their alliance, only the three of them are legal professions... There may also be female spellcasters, but the old dog It's not that shameless... But if he really had to, he wouldn't be able to call his aunts for help.

But the ink pen is obviously useless... Playboys have always stood in front of girls to show their heroism, which can make him give up his image and shrink behind a group of girls. It can be seen that this disgusting scene is very important What a hit he was.

So probably after looking around at 'Rain Falling Fanchen', I realized that I must make a move... Although that thing is really disgusting, the black rose team is indeed the most stable... After all, it was A family that has been baptized in the muddy quagmire for several years.

But that didn't mean he was willing, so when he got out of the carriage, he said almost viciously: "Old dog, you should practice your skills! I must be a very good teacher, don't worry!"

'Xue Yunfeng' hesitated to speak, at this time he didn't dare to say some witty words to make Yu lose his temper... This is the only straw.

He held the oil painting in both hands and handed it to Yuluo, showing a sincere smile: "Please, Yuluo."

Then he quickly slid down: "Your meritorious service is also calculated three times."

The cheeks of 'Yuluofanchen' obviously moved, but he still swallowed the cursing that had reached his lips, holding the oil painting and looking forward resolutely.

Even though only half an hour had passed, he kept yelling whether the defensive knights who had been suffering for three days were about to run out, and he had to hurry up.

He stared at the yellow, sticky monster covered in maggots for 5 minutes before he found the best time: that guy seemed to consume too much, so he wanted to use maggots to bite those already The dead stone-blind barbarians... Although the undead have few light mages, they also caused a lot of damage to them.

The less than 100 light magicians were surrounded by defensive knights holding shields, and they kept releasing solar beams. Although they persisted for less than a minute and had to squat down to sort out their emotions, at least someone was attacking that Worm mage.

But this also caused the worm mage to never stay in a certain place for more than 30 seconds, even when he was replenishing his own strength... Anyway, it can let the maggots on its body eat the meat of those barbarians.

But to take back these maggots that have absorbed a lot of flesh and blood, they have to stay there for a while, they can no longer fly.

Yuluo probably observed and understood the monster's movements, so he made a move in time: the beam of light hit the worm mage directly before splashing in all directions.

An extremely ugly scream came out of the giant screen...everyone who heard it seemed to be shaken to their souls.

The goblins in the study suddenly started to vomit again, this time not because they saw something disgusting with their eyes, but because their overly sensitive nerves felt the evil in that voice.

Hill frowned: This is the wailing that only occurs when the soul is completely annihilated.

Once the worm mage dies, his soul won't even leave scum, and the maggot lair in hell doesn't need this thing's soul to produce lemures.

No one can sympathize with this creature.

However, the defensive knights of the undead began to scream again: "Set fire! Fire wall! Burn! Help!"

Hill suddenly realized... When a worm mage dies, the maggots and worms that make up his body will lose their senses and become harmless bugs... and the evil is the soul that controls them, not them Own.

The spell of scorching light is only effective against evil, and now there are only endless and uncontrolled bugs left on the battlefield.

Hill quickly lowered his head, which was a disaster for a clean freak.

But for the undead, as long as the defensive knights are willing to risk being burned to death by fire, this matter will end fairly quickly.

So soon Hill heard Xue Laogou's voice: "Okay... let's march to the camp ahead! Fire magicians, please burn it inch by inch. Earth magicians, please dig three feet!"

(End of this chapter)