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Thinking of the veteran named Weier, Sheng Zhu tightened his throat and pursed his lips.Indeed, true.

"Is everyone's copy the same? If it's not the player who comes in immediately but is in the same copy as us..."

"If you miss it, you miss it." Yang Luo said, "Not every player can clear "History of the Dead."

"And each id can only be entered once." Yang Luo looked at Sheng Zhu, "If you die in this game, there will be no second time for you to start over."

Games that can only be played once?

Sheng Zhu looked at Yang Luo in a daze, "Then if someone thinks it's just a game to play casually..."

"That's his own choice." Yang Luo probed Shengzhu's forehead, and the place where it was touched was still hot, she sighed, "I'll go find some herbs for you."

Saying that, Yang Luo got up and twirled Sheng Zhu's quilt corner, "If Lord Sinuo comes, you are still sick... I won't wait for you."

Sheng Zhu was startled, and understood Yang Luo's meaning.

Sinuo's coming here means that the army of undead will also come. If she is sick, she will probably die. At this time, Yang Luo really has no need to wait for her as a burden.Yangluo, she should follow Sinuo to experience the main plot of "History of the Undead", that is... to seal the army of undead knights?

"Is this history true? How do you know?"

"Su Hui." Yang Luo stopped, looked down at Shengzhu, feeling inexplicably arrogant and unapproachable, "Senior Sinuo is the holy son of the elves, the elves king who is about to succeed, sacrifice...weapons and equipment, It has been passed down from generation to generation of elf kings."

"This game is not only created by the dwarves, but also by the patriarchs of various tribes."

Backtracking is a kind of magic.

Some things and images of the past can be glimpsed from the items.Of course, from the perspective of this item.

Coupled with the records of ancient books of various ethnic groups, it is not difficult to restore the history of Sinuo at this time.

Shengzhu nodded and clenched her fists, but her whole body was very weak due to the high fever. She closed her eyes and stopped talking, feeling that Yangluo seemed to stand for a while, then turned and left...

Eyelids were a little heavy, Sheng Zhu wrapped the quilt tightly, and fell asleep in a daze.

……

Yang Luo's boiled medicine was so bitter that Shengzhu was almost woken up when she opened the door.If it wasn't for the gentle smile on Yang Luo's face and the same breath, Sheng Zhu almost thought that Yang Luo had been transferred, and this fake Yang Luo wanted to poison her to death.

Sheng Zhu raised his head and wanted to struggle, when he heard Yang Luo's gentle but inexplicably piercing voice, "Shouldn't the Blood Duke be afraid of taking medicine?"

Shengzhu swallowed the words abruptly, she looked disdainful, "How is that possible." In order to prove that she was ordinary, she sat up, took the bowl in Yangluo's hand, and drank it down in one gulp, holding her breath, Shengzhu Zhu turned the empty bowl over, and there was not a drop left, she raised her eyebrows, resisting the desire to vomit, and stared at Yang Luo provocatively.

"That's good." Yang Luo frowned, her eyes were indescribably touching, she took the bowl, "Take it three times a day, and you will recover soon."

Shengzhu's face was a little stiff, she swallowed the medicine that was about to turn up in her throat, and lowered her eyebrows, "I want to rest alone."

As expected, Yang Luo didn't stay any longer, and turned to leave.

Seeing the door close, Shengzhu patted his chest hard, swallowed the disgusting taste, turned over and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water, but still couldn't get rid of the bitterness, vomited for a long time, and then crawled up Go to bed.

Shengzhu felt that if he took three servings a day, he would quit the game soon.

Although the medicine is bitter, the effect is obvious.In just two days, Shengzhu was able to walk around in the underground bed alive and well.

However, on the second day, there was news that they needed to retreat.

Whether it is the undead from Jiameng or the army of undead attacking from Lingji, this small "city" cannot resist it.In Shengzhu's heart, it seems more appropriate to call it a small mountain village.

Shengzhu thought that Yang Luo would not leave, but in fact, as soon as the news came, Yang Luo's luggage was packed.

"This city will be destroyed, if you stay here, the game will be over." Yang Luo clearly knew how lethal this battle was and how heavy the loss was.

Shengzhu didn't have anything to prepare, so he helped Yangluo evacuate the residents of the city, and then found a dilapidated cave on a barren hill not far from the city to live in, waiting for the army of undead to come.

"Where's Weier?" Shengzhu saw the former middle-aged man when he was helping to evacuate. He looked very haggard, and his walking posture was a bit weird, as if he was injured...

The man's eyes were empty, he looked at Shengzhu, but it seemed that he was looking at something else through him.After a long time, when Shengzhu thought that he would not pay attention to him, he said, "Ville... in order to cover me from escaping from the sea of ​​skeletons, I accidentally got into my body..." His voice was hoarse, and he said It seemed that all the energy in his body had been exhausted to say these words, he turned his head sideways, carried a bag of luggage on his back, ignored Shengzhu, and walked away step by step with difficulty.

With sharp eyes, Sheng Zhu saw the jug of wine on the man's waist.

The wine jug was polished and tied around the man's waist with a silk thread.

Sheng Zhu was stunned for a long time, watching the figure of the man who was about to disappear in the snow, and saluted in a precious and respectful way.

During the Scourge of the Undead, this kind of thing is just, normal.

When the undead army approached this land, Yang Luo quickly noticed it.In the next second, Shengzhu heard a high-pitched dragon chant?

The golden dragon soared into the sky, and a burst of dragon's breath sprayed down directly. The army of undead knights was no more than a hundred people.

"Dragon Clan..."

"It's the Dragon King." Yang Luo whispered.

Shengzhu nodded, the dragon kings of all dynasties seemed to be all golden in color.

They watched from a distance, the earthquake made Shengzhu have to hold on to the trunk next to it, every time the undead army took a step forward, the ground trembled, and the uniform footsteps made it impossible to imagine that there were a hundred of them! The strong breath of undead Emanating from their bodies, gray mist gradually enveloped the area.

Yang Luo raised his hand to form a barrier of light, enveloping the two of them.

"Don't you want to go?"

"There is a barrier over there," Yang Luo watched as the Dragon King swooped down, his sharp claws collided with the army of undead, and then soared into the sky quickly.

Shengzhu did see someone who wanted to rush over to help, but was stopped by an invisible wall. Those people seemed a little dazed, knocked on the wall hard, and lay there watching nervously.

"History cannot be changed." Yang Luo said so.

When the Winged Humans appeared in the sky, using wind magic over and over again to consume the undead army, the Shou Humans put on the special armor of the Dwarves and charged into battle, cleaning up the sea of ​​skeletons that became more and more violent around them.

Guzhi emerged from the ground, and the back suddenly lit up. Under the blood moon, the radiance suddenly filled the earth. As soon as Guzhi touched the light, it exploded and was completely purified.

Yang Luo's breath stagnates.

Shengzhu looked along, the man was sitting on the back of the white unicorn, the light scattered from his body, the whole person was soft and warm, as if it was the light itself.

Snow...

That one, Guang Ling Sinuo.

He was wearing a crown, which Shengzhu had seen on the elf queen's head, including his staff.

The undead army suddenly became manic, and the dark green fire of the undead turned bloody red, and the brilliance of the blood moon coated them with a bloody coat.Without any orders or roars, the undead army was uniform and rushed towards Si Nuo along with the sea of ​​skeletons.

A long dragon chant sounded, and wind magic was raging in the sea of ​​skeletons. The army of ghosts didn't dare to face the army of undead, but just sniped at the skeletons. 24/144 First page Previous page 2223242526272829 Next page Last page