"The God of Light and the Goddess of Ice and Snow bless us~" Richard couldn't help but pray loudly.

His temporary hugging of his legs, without any piety to speak of, made Vera secretly angry, and her good-looking brows frowned. However, the Granling priest touched his bald head and smiled, not caring at all.

"Look. ”

Seedorf was pointing in the direction of another regular Pompeii camp, a few hundred yards from where they were standing at the moment. Even without the Shimmer Charm, with the help of the campfire, you can see what is happening.

They are also resisting the invasion of the outer walking corpses, and they also have the power of the elements. But compared to Béderick's before, the effect is very different.

That mage was very clever enough to presumably discover the fact that elemental fluctuations would attract the undead, and he happened to have a sufficient level of qi spells.

So he used the Sky Soaring Technique to fly over the group of walking corpses, and from time to time used some small spells such as wind blades, the purpose of which was not to kill but to generate elemental fluctuations. The walking corpses, without any reason to speak of, gathered in the open space beneath his feet, so that the archers could easily and stresslessly unleash their bows and arrows, and lay down the walking corpses like wheat harvests.

And no matter how the walking corpses on the ground struggled, they couldn't touch a piece of the foot of the air mage who was in the middle of a dozen blades. I have to say that this kind of low-level undead who does not have any intelligence, once the habits are figured out, will become no threat at all.

But suddenly, a violent wind whistle came from above, accompanied by a deafening roar.

The mage had realized that something was wrong and tried to use the Sky Soaring Technique to escape. But this bit of flying ability brought by the Flying Technique, even compared to the sparrow, is extremely lame, not to mention the top overlord in the sky-Dragon.

The lord could see clearly that the dragon was a beautiful swoop, but its massive body was incredibly nimble, and a powerful claw tore through the magical shield like a balloon. And the mage was obviously unable to deal with the sudden attack, and in an instant, he turned into a lump of flesh and blood spilled into the air.

"It doesn't look like we're having much luck. The lord laughed to himself.

The dragon was, as Seedorf had claimed, a golden dragon in its prime, but only in the past. Now it was covered in scars, cuts, lacerations, burns, and everything. In the most serious place, there was even a horrific crack in the side ribs that was large enough to directly see the internal organs.

The organs inside have been completely stiffened, and the heart has long since stopped beating. This behemoth, once a symbol of majesty and power, now exudes a sense of decay and decay everywhere.

"It's the Undead Dragon. Richard shook his head and sighed.

The lord really can't figure it out, the undead dragon and the zombie warrior must be the most powerful masters in the city of necromancers. How could they find him as if they had discussed it?

You are so powerful, don't look for the bad luck of the regular army, come to find Lao Tzu dry hair?

"There are two possibilities, either it's just a coincidence or there is another reason. Seedorf looked at the sky, still calm.

"Ha, aren't you talking nonsense. Baderick almost laughed, the old man was so funny, he said it as if he didn't say it. He can make ten sentences with a single breath of this kind of words: "He is either human or not human." "This prisoner will either live or die." ”

"He's Seedorf. Richard used only one sentence to silence Crown Prince Pompey, looking embarrassed.

The shadow of the tree of the name of man, some of the words that come out of the mouth of His Royal Highness Béderick are pretended to be profound, and the words spoken by Seedorf must be intriguing.

"Boss, how do you fight?" Gunther was eager to try a bottle of holy water in his hand.

"Fart, run!" Richard rolled his eyes and took the lead.

It is true that holy water and holy light magic can restrain the undead, but this restraint relationship is not absolute. A spoonful of water may extinguish a candle, but a cartload of burning firewood can only stare dryly.

The lord is confident that with his strength, he can fight even a dozen top-level units like the undead dragon. But the problem is that ground creatures are not equal to flying creatures by nature, and people will definitely not be stupid enough to land on the ground to fight him.

The more times like this, the clearer his mind became, and he methodically skimmed through various ideas. Undead dragons can't use their breath until they brew their necromantic breath, and that scorching energy hurts them like sunlight.

The one on top of his head was only recently released, and it is almost certain that he has not yet mastered the necromantic breath, which means that he can only rely on strength and minions.

So Richard turned his head and ran towards a higher area of buildings, and with the size of the undead dragon, he had to crash into the buildings before he could swoop down. While it is impossible to exempt from this alone, it is a kind of help.

Hum Ha Er General is quite clever at this time, one constantly blesses Fengxing to his own people, and the other constantly blesses the stone skin technique to the zombie warrior behind him. After all, the necromancer is generally not bright, and once the body is suddenly sluggish, it will often fall headlong, and the speed of progress will be greatly delayed.

Now that they had attracted the attention of the top-level undead, there was no need to mind that elemental fluctuation any longer, and several mages began to fire without hesitation.

The escape went well, and the occasional zombie warrior was quickly wiped out by Holy Water. But as he walked, Richard gradually felt that something was not quite right.

It is true that the undead hate the living, but it is obviously not normal to hate a certain group of living people specifically. There were other Pompeii camps around Bédrick's camp, and they were also full of living people, but the undead were not interested in them, and focused on one target.

"Baker, you go left, I go right, the next intersection will meet!"

Passing through a fork in the road, the two groups of people separated from Lao Yan. Before he could get ten yards out, Richard realized that the problem was definitely not with Derick.

The group of necromancers in the back didn't hesitate at all, and ran wildly behind their butts, not even a single one was left behind, which was a little more persistent than the green-headed flies chasing the dung truck in summer.

After a brief rendezvous with Bédrick, all the sappers and auxiliaries were transferred to his ranks. Then the two sides separated again, and the undead naturally stuck to their goals.

Richard couldn't help but cast a suspicious gaze on a dozen Stuarts, wondering if the undead were coming at them. This speculation is not unfounded - after all, it was the Stuarts who first encountered the undead, most likely because they possessed something that would attract the undead.

Seedorf was obviously aware of this possibility a long time ago, nodded at the Lord of Alpine Fort, and said succinctly: "Run apart!"

So after more than a dozen breaths, Richard was very depressed and found again that it was not advisable to throw the pot indiscriminately, and the undead really recognized him, and chased after him, without any distraction.

"Convinced, why!" Lord Lord, I really can't figure it out.