Roland lowered his heart slightly, and immediately reminded loudly: "Go back to the shop!" ”

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"Hmm." With a soft snort, Kalisa quickly flew backwards, retreating into the shop in the blink of an eye.

Roland followed in her footsteps and burrowed into the shop, and the dried corpses behind him were flooding.

As he jumped into the house, Roland was highly focused and ready to deal with the mutation, but Carissa did not disappoint him and did not launch any attack on him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Seven or eight dried corpses roared and swooped up, slamming into the gables of the shops and the gates, and their force was so great that the whole house shook back and forth, and countless dust fell from the beams, and the gate was smashed alive.

As soon as Roland returned to the room, he immediately took out the flaminite belt from the space ring and quickly fastened it around his waist.

The glow from the five flamingstones instantly dispelled the darkness around him, allowing him to see the scene in front of him clearly.

"Let's go upstairs!"

The fierceness of these dry corpses made him realize that the lower floor could not hold on to it at all, and could only be transferred to the second floor of the shop, so after greeting him, he quickly rushed towards the staircase.

Carissa reacted faster than him, and her figure was like a ghost, and she took the lead in sweeping up the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, the person was standing on the second floor.

Although Roland was half a beat slower, he arrived in time and gave himself a little time to breathe.

"We're at the mouth of the ladder!"

With a sword in her hand, her eyes flashed with a dazzling light, and she said hatefully: "Come up and kill one by one, kill as many as you want!" ”

She said these two sentences murderously, as if she wanted to vent all the hatred in her heart on the heads of these dried corpses.

Hearing Calissa's words, Roland couldn't help but be secretly amused in his heart, and had a different opinion on this disaster-level girl than before.

Of course, he would not object to Carissa's proposal, the second floor of the shop was much safer, and if the dry corpses downstairs wanted to rush up, they had to go through this narrow staircase, and the two of them should be able to barely hold it.

"Whew! Oh! "The speed at which the corpse came up was faster than the two of them thought.

As soon as they stood in their positions, two white-clad mummies chased after them, their skinny arms dancing up and down, their long nails, breaking through the air and making a viper-like sound that made people shudder to listen.

Roland stood at the top of the stairs and stabbed down with a sword without hesitation.

"Poof!" He was on the top, and the speed of the sword was extremely fast, and the white-clothed mummy who rushed in front didn't have time to dodge at all, and was instantly stabbed in the left eye by the sword, and it went all the way through.

"Click!" Roland's wrist flickered, and the pure battle qi that was concentrated in the sword body suddenly exploded, instantly shattering the head of the dried corpse.

After the previous battle, he had accumulated a way to deal with the dried corpse, and this casual stab, even if it was only the most basic sword style, had also completed an accurate second kill.

"Whew!" The white-clothed mummy, crumbling and not completely falling, the dry corpse behind it was already impatient, roaring and bending its legs to bounce up, trying to leap past its companions to attack Roland.

But a dazzling sword light suddenly appeared, slashing its neck at once.

"Poof!" A big head flew into the sky.

It was Kalisa who shot and killed!

Roland was on the left side of the staircase, and she was on the right, firmly stuck in the entrance to the second floor, and any corpse that wanted to rush to the top of the stairs would inevitably face the attack of the two.

But the annihilation of the two white-clothed mummies did not stop the impact of the dried corpses behind, and they roared like enraged monsters, rushing towards the stairs and rushing upwards desperately.

Roland had no choice, nailed himself firmly to the top of the stairs, brandished the Moon Reflecting Sword, and slashed the dry corpses that rushed up one after another, struggling to hold on to not taking a step back.

Because if his defensive position misses, both of them will be surrounded by dried corpses.

Fortunately, these dry corpses collided too hard, and they didn't know how to cooperate with each other, and they were crowded and slowed down their speed and movements, and Roland only fought one or two frontally, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on for a long time.

And Carissa's strength is stronger than Roland's, and her speed is faster and more ruthless than him, and a firefly sword in her hand is like a scythe for cutting wheat, stubble after stubble, constantly harvesting the heads of dried corpses.

One by one, the dried corpses fell headlong on the stairs, and then quickly decayed into ashes, and more dried corpses rushed up frantically from the ashes, like endless waves.

If it weren't for the narrow restriction of the staircase, Roland and Carissa would have been overwhelmed by the tide of dried corpses.

"Click!" Suddenly, a window on the second floor was smashed, and a dried corpse rushed in.

Roland heard the movement behind him, and hurriedly looked back, and his heart was shocked!

The dry corpse that jumped into the second floor, wearing gray clothes instead of white cloth, holding a rusty war knife in his hand, black mist spraying outward from his mouth, and a pair of dark eyes were even more fierce.

"Gray mummy!"

In the Taimora Tomb, there are countless cold and evil things, most of which are dried corpses, divided into white-clothed mummies and gray-clothed mummies, the former is formed by the craftsmen and slaves who built the mausoleum at the beginning, and their strength is equivalent to that of a beginner knight.

In addition to the artisan slaves, there were also a large number of elite soldiers, as well as low-ranking officers, whose strength was undoubtedly much stronger than the former.

The gray-clothed mummies have a tough body and strong strength, which is not comparable to the white-clothed mummies, and they still retain some combat skills in their lives, which is very difficult to deal with.

At least most of those who died in the mausoleum, whether they were temple inspectors or academy students, died at the hands of the gray-clothed mummies.

And the appearance of this gray-clothed mummy was not expected by the two at all, and the defensive situation suddenly became extremely sinister.

The two of them blocked the dry corpse that hit the stairs, almost with all their might, if this gray-clothed mummy attacked from behind, then the consequences would be unimaginable.

"You stay here!" Kalisa glanced back and said without hesitation, "I'll deal with it!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, her sword became one, turned into a sharp sword, and swept towards the gray-clothed mummy.

"Bang!" The two sides slammed into each other, and the gray-clad mummy flew out and slammed into the wall, shaking the house slightly.

A deep wound had been cut open in its chest, but no blood was coming out.

Although he was knocked away by Kalisa, the gray-clothed mummy did not suffer serious injuries, but jumped nimbly from the floor, holding his sword and staring at the opponent in front of him, with a beastly roar in his throat.