Nightmare Card House

The vast sea of ​​bones swarmed in. Under the effect of the Corrupted Spirit Wave, the attacks of the skeleton archers and skeleton spearmen in the distance were greatly restricted.

Facing the white sea of ​​bones and looking at the team that was already stuck in the quagmire, Joyce looked unmotivated. He sighed, and his tone was already complaining, "How long will this fight last?"

Fang Tian wanted to tell Joyce that as the leader of a team, his complaints would only make the team more demoralized.

"Look! Over there."

Just thinking about it, a young necromancer suddenly seemed to have discovered something and shouted in surprise.

What's going on?

Many people felt strange and looked in the direction that person pointed.

In the distance, there was a strange area that seemed to be specially separated.

There was a strange open space in the white sea of ​​bones.

Like an isolated island in the sea.

The closer to the isolated island area, the fewer skeleton creatures there were nearby.

They seemed to resist this area instinctively.

Joyce's eyelids twitched, and he looked up at the empty space over there, and subconsciously said, "Oh, did you really find it?"

"It seems that we have reached our destination."

Fang Tian has always felt that area. He is sure that there must be something in the empty space, and it is that thing that caused the changes in the entire desolate and corrupted land, and even took control of the entire desolate and corrupted land from him.

What on earth is it!

Seeing the appearance of the empty space, all the necromancers were shocked.

There is something strange in this area!

Everyone accelerated their pace and tried their best to clear out the undead creatures around.

As they gradually went deeper, the closer they were to that area, the fewer undead creatures gathered around.

Unconsciously, there were only a few undead creatures left around, and the two seventh-level undead mages, including Mr. Gu, had stopped the spiritual chanting of the Corruption Wave.

Joyce's team followed at a relatively backward position, and he whispered: "Hey, Fang Tian, ​​do you feel it? It seems that something is not right."

"Yeah."

Fang Tian hummed lightly, and as he went deeper, the pressure on his body became greater and greater.

"It's the pressure of the undead." Joyce felt very uncomfortable. He twisted his shoulders and said, "I thought the books were a lie, but I didn't expect that such a thing really existed."

The undead aura in this area was so strong and terrifying, and it formed a strong sense of oppression, which pressed on his shoulders, making people feel depressed in their hearts, as if they were carrying a mountain on their shoulders.

Many undead apprentices were under the pressure of the powerful undead aura, and their steps were heavy. They took one step and stopped two steps. It was obvious that they could not hold on.

And the further they went, the stronger the pressure of the undead became.

After moving forward for a while, Mr. Gu also stopped.

Several high-level mages exchanged glances with each other.

"They've stopped. Let's go and have a look."

Joyce saw the team finally stop, so he took Fang Tian forward to see what happened.

What if they could get a piece of the pie?

Walking to the front of the team, through a thin layer of undead mist in front, they could clearly see several black wooden boxes on the ground a few hundred meters ahead.

The wooden box had been corroded by the breath of the undead.

Is it the thing in the black box that took control of the wasteland from his hands?

Fang Tian stared at the boxes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Joyce tapped Fang Tian with his elbow and asked, "Do you know where he came from?"

"I don't know. You don't understand it when you ask this?"

"I don't know what it is specifically, but well." Joyce pouted and lowered his voice and said, "Look at the greedy expressions on those people's faces. No need to think, it must be something good."

Fang Tian thought, do you need to say this? It can affect the existence of the wasteland card, isn't it a good thing?

"What are you two talking about secretly?"

While talking, Anna and the others also came over.

Seeing Anna, Joyce put on a flattering smile on his face, "Anna, we are talking about those boxes. You read more books than me. Do you have any impression of these boxes?"

Anna looked up when she heard it, and saw the boxes, and a puzzled look appeared on her face.

"I can't tell. There is too little information for analysis." Anna thought, pursed her lips and said, "I have never seen something with such strong pressure from the undead. It's a pity that the outer layer is protected. I suspect that the outer box is probably the original seal. Because it is constantly eroded by the power of the undead, the outer seal gradually loses its effect, which leads to the creation of this undead wasteland. If I can see what's inside, maybe I can judge what it is."

"Anna, you are so amazing."

Joyce heard it and gave Anna a thumbs up.

Fang Tian looked at Joyce with a little more contempt.

What's so amazing?

It seems that Anna has said a lot, but it can be summed up in three words: I don't know.

Fang Tian didn't think about this. He shook his head secretly in his heart, and then turned his attention to the high-level necromancers, hoping that they could analyze something.

At this time, a middle-aged man with untidy beard in the team took a few steps forward, touched the beard on his chin, and said: "It seems that we are all right. There are really good things here."

"Why don't we stop here?" Another person continued, "The further we go, the greater the pressure we will bear. We can still bear it, but the little guys behind us can't."

Everyone nodded.

There are seven or eight boxes at the moment, which is enough for them to share.

A distance of several hundred meters is not a problem for these people. If everything goes well, at least each of them can get a benefit, and it will not be in vain.

"Old man, don't be polite, just do as I said just now, you go first." The middle-aged man waved his hand, "We all follow the rules, you have the greatest contribution, you go first, only one minute."

"Thank you all for taking care of me, an old man."

The old man laughed, and without refusing, he quickly flew to the box in the distance.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the old man.

Fang Tian's eyes lit up.

Obviously a necromancer, his physical fitness is unexpectedly good.

To be honest, Fang Tian was a little surprised. This was a little different from the mage he imagined.

Maybe because he had played a few games before, he always thought that mages were those who simply cultivated their mental power but were physically very weak, just like a long-range turret, and were very easy to be restrained.