That's right, Ling Mo and they are indeed in trouble.

At this time, at night, it is a good weather with bright moon and sparse stars, and the three moons are neatly arranged in the sky, sprinkling their glow on the earth, and on the same continent, every corner will be illuminated by the moon, the same is true of the Warcraft Rainforest, and the same is true of the Rotten Land, and it will not be because there are more ghosts in the Rotten Land, the moon will shine less on them.

This kind of weather illuminates the night brightly, although it is not as clear as in the daytime, but it can also see the general scenery clearly, so countless people in the live broadcast room can see it very clearly:

It's snowing.

First a small ice crystal condensed, and then in a few breaths it became a goose feather snow, floating leisurely in the air, at this time there was no trace of wind, these snowflakes naturally did not fall everywhere, they fell slowly, and after a while, a thick layer accumulated on the ground, decorating the empty wasteland with a piece of white.

Heavy snow is usually accompanied by strong winds, but this time it was not, and the snow was very quiet and intoxicating. The clear light of the moon is sprinkled and reflected by the crystal snow, and the sky is dyed with a pale red, showing a holy charm.

Everything under the blue sky is delicate, all kinds of ghosts that used to forage in the wasteland are running happily in the snow, skeleton soldiers stepping on clumps of bamboo leaves, zombie dogs drawing plum blossoms, why didn't the ghost-faced frog participate? It froze to death in the hole.

The snow on the ground thickened at a rate visible to the naked eye, and in less than ten minutes, it was already more than half a foot deep, and soon it was more than half a foot deep, and all kinds of undead creatures on the ground began to slow down, and they no longer had the same vitality as usual.

The location of Ling Mo and Joan of Arc is the only vacuum area in this heavy snowfall, in the reality distorted by Joan of Arc, twenty or thirty meters before and after the motorcycle, it is still a smooth asphalt road, as if it has not been affected in any way, but if you look closely, you will find that the asphalt road has also been covered with a thin layer of frost, and there is a tendency to gradually thicken.

Joan of Arc stood up from the locomotive and leaned forward, the black mist from her neck spewing upwards as if she were looking into the distance, and after a moment she sat down, with a wry smile in her voice:

"Mr. Ling, according to my observation, the scope of this snow is very large, and the first ten kilometers are still covered in snow, and it is in vain for us to wait here, although we know that this snow is coming strangely, and it is likely to be dangerous, but we still must not move forward. ”

Ling Mo glanced at her and said lightly: "You have to move forward, and I don't have any reason why I have to go to Dalong County, so it doesn't matter if you wait, even if you wait for a few days." ”

"But I can't wait a minute. The Headless Horseman Joan of Arc laughed: "The thought that my head is in the unknown place ahead, being worn on my body by an undead who does not know which one should be reincarnated ten thousand times, used and defiled, my heart seems to ignite a fire, and I want to burn everything in front of me to ashes! ”

"Isn't it sensible that you can still tell bad jokes?"

"Being sensible doesn't mean not being paranoid, right?"

"So, I don't have any room to refuse?"

"It's great that you get that. ”

"Have you ever thought that the scenery in front of you is so strange, what if I die on the journey? ”

As he spoke, Ling Mo pointed to the scene in front of him, as the goose feather snow further increased, the situation of those undead creatures who were already extremely slow became even more difficult, the relatively low creatures such as zombie dogs completely disappeared into the snowdrifts, and there was no movement anymore; the skeletons were also restrained by the snow, becoming ice sculptures of different shapes in the snow, the soul fire in their eye sockets gradually dimmed, and finally the flame flickered, and then it was extinguished.

"It's okay, I'll protect you," there was a hint of a smile in the voice of the Headless Horseman Joan of Arc, "Mr. Ling, you don't have to worry, I will protect you like a true knight until I reach Talonshire." ”

"......" suddenly had a feeling that he was being underestimated, but Ling Mo did not open his mouth to explain, instead he said:

"Oh, thank you so much, so the Headless Horseman, will you also follow the Eight Virtues of Knights?"

"I'm dead, so I can't talk about sacrifice, honor, or soul, and the rest, honesty, justice, mercy, valor, and humility, as long as it's not time to cut off someone's head, I'm all strictly abiding by it. Joan of Arc's voice was clear, "How's it going?" Do you suddenly feel like I'm a very good woman and want to have a romantic journey with me right away?"

Ling Mo glanced at Joan of Arc deeply and said, "Okay, then let's go." ”

"Mr. Ling, he is really a gentle and good person. Seeing that Ling Mo agreed, Joan of Arc praised, she paused, and then said, "However, I am not unprepared for this situation, and I will not put you in a dangerous situation. Believe it or not, Xiao Han!"

She knocked on the cool Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and there was an extremely reluctant neighing from the pitch-black motorcycle, and the front and rear wheels swayed, as if to show their dissatisfaction, causing snowflakes to splash everywhere, almost covering Ling Mo's face, and after venting for a while, the black motorcycle quieted down, and first returned to the prototype, the headless black horse. Then it began to transform again, and after a while, it turned into a pure black triple jumper.

That's right, it's the three jumpers.

It is exactly the same as the tricycle that old men and old ladies often ride, with handlebars in front and a bucket with a carport in the back, Joan of Arc straddled to the driver's seat in front, pointed to the car behind it, and warmly invited Ling Mo:

"Come on, come on, you're welcome, sit down!"

As she spoke, she pointed to her three jumpers and enthusiastically introduced: "Look, Mr. Ling, you only need to sit in the rear carbox, there is a carport formed by Xiao Han outside, and the snowflakes can't float in, plus Xiao Han's own body temperature, it must be very warm, giving you spring-like warmth!"

That posture was exactly the same as that of the tricycle driver pulling people outside the bus station, and the familiar tone made Ling Mo suddenly seem to have crossed again, looking at the other party's expression, as if he didn't feel anything wrong at all, Ling Mo patted his forehead with a tangle on his face, and sat in helplessly.

Hey, don't say it yet.

It's so warm.

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The two set off again, this time the speed was slower than just now, after all, it was a three-way jumper who focused on stability, and Ling Mo didn't have to ask for anything, but fortunately, the three-wheeled carport was not fully enclosed, and he could still watch the scenery outside the window.

In this completely abnormal heavy snowfall, those low-level undead creatures naturally had no way to live and disappeared completely, but this does not mean that this wasteland has fallen silent, and on the ice field, many creatures that are usually rare have run out.

The most conspicuous is the snow mandrill, this undead creature looks like a gorilla in the jungle, on all fours, the hind limbs are short, the two forelimbs are very long, and the muscles are unusually developed, but its fur is ice blue, snow-white belly, with ice blue back, plus a completely skull-like face, giving people a strong visual impact.

Snow mandrill naturally does not come out to play, this kind of heavy snow, completely is the best time for it to hunt, it only needs to wander in the snow a few laps, the thick forelimbs to the snow nest to poke inside, can pull out a completely frozen zombie dog out, this kind of prey that will not resist is simply its favorite, directly into the mouth, protruding outside the fangs chewing crunching, not a few bites, a whole zombie dog belly.

At this time, the biggest difference between the undead creatures and normal creatures is revealed, normal creatures eat something, and it is impossible to immediately feedback the effect, and the undead creatures are different, completely visible to the naked eye, the snow rays that ate the zombie dog are all translucent, and the ice blue back hair has become more polished, especially the soul fire in the eye sockets of the skeleton-like head, which is almost immediately strengthened, and the ice blue flames are burning with a hula sound, and they are almost burned out of the eye sockets.

Occasionally, there are more fortunate snow rays, all of a sudden can take out a frozen carrion corpse from the snow nest, that is amazing, more than a dozen snow rays around the hula all surrounded, you fight for me, the body of the carrion is torn apart, some have an arm, some have a kidney, all of them are busy eating, because the whole body of the carrion is frozen hard, not a drop of blood drips out when eating, if you don't look carefully, it's like eating a popsicle, but it's not so bloody.

Xue Xiao, who grabbed the head of the carrion corpse, was the most excited, as if holding some rare treasure, first stretched out his long tongue like a hanged ghost, and carefully licked the eyeballs of the carrion hanging outside the eye socket, and then there was a burst of gobbling, although the action was rude, but there was no dregs at all, and the food was very cherished, and every bite of brain pulp was not spared. When it ate the last bite of brains, it suddenly slammed its arms on its chest, raised its head to the sky and roared, its whole body inflated like a balloon, and after a crackling sound, its form finally stabilized.

This stabilized image is very familiar, and a large number of people in the live broadcast room recognized it, this snow mandrill has changed from a weak first-level demonic beast to a well-known third-level necromantic demonic beast in less than five minutes-

Frost Giant!

"I'm rubbing!!It's too easy for this necromantic creature to advance, isn't it?!"

"Isn't that true? Isn't it true that necromantic creatures don't follow the Basic Law at all?"

"A snow ray plus a carrion corpse, two first-level demonic beasts, together they have become a third-level demonic beast?1+1=3?am I crazy or is this world crazy?"

"If the undead are all promoted to the law like this, I don't think we humans should think about anything, hurry up and pack our bags and prepare to escape!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed what was happening in front of me!

“......”

There was a lot of emotion in the live broadcast room, seeing this situation, Ling Mo finally explained: "Don't panic, you are all too worried, even if this Xuexiao is Io's own son, it is impossible for it to have such a promotion method, in fact, it has only turned into a frost giant physically, and it is essentially a first-level demonic beast." ”

Ling Mo said, leaned over slightly from the three jumpers, grabbed a large handful of snow balls and a snowball, swept it in his hand, and waved his right hand violently, this snowball flew towards the newly promoted frost giant like a cannonball, and smashed it on the opponent's head, smashing the frost giant's heavenly spirit cover, and the soul fire in the skull exploded!

"See, right? If it's a genuine third-level demonic beast, it will definitely block the blow just now, and it turns out that it's not at all, don't worry about it. Remember, the strength of undead creatures depends only on the strength of their soul fire, and has nothing to do with their physical appearance......"

"Ahh

Ling Mo was explaining to his sailors when suddenly Joan of Arc, who was driving in front, let out an exclamation and interrupted his words. The 'canopy' on his head retracted, making this tricycle a genuine convertible, and Joan of Arc, who was sitting in front, turned around, faced Ling Mo, and said with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. Ling, what are you doing here? Xue Xiao finally appeared with a successful evolution, and you killed it like this, it's really cruel!"

"Huh, what do I call cruel?" was a little choked by Joan of Arc's words, Ling Mo pointed to the front and said, "Obviously, their brain-eating behavior is even more cruel, right?"

"No, your actions are more cruel. Joan of Arc said slowly, in a very serious tone: "Whether the snow ray eats zombie dogs or carrion, it's just out of its biological instincts, it is to maintain its own body, or to upgrade its soul fire, in essence, it is the same thing as a wolf eating sheep to fill its stomach, and it has nothing to do with cruelty." And Mr. Ling, you killed it not to survive, nor is there any necessity, let alone meaning, so this act is very cruel!"

"No, it was very necessary for me to kill it just now," Ling Mo waved his hand and said, "I just proved to my fellow Terrans that it is impossible for undead creatures to evolve so quickly, which is very meaningful, so it is not cruel. ”

"If you want to prove that the frost giant is not a third-level demonic beast, there are so many ways, there is no need to kill it at all! Isn't this cruel?" Joan of Arc accused again, her tone became excited, but Ling Mo didn't take it seriously at all, he just said coldly: "Killing it is the easiest way! It is also the fastest way to make others believe, so I ......"

He suddenly stopped talking, his gaze fixed on the sky behind Joan of Arc, his face changed greatly, he pushed the other party's body violently, and said loudly: "Run! This boring question will be discussed later, now run as fast as you can!"

"Don't be so frightened, okay? I'm also a sixth-level demonic beast, and you're safe under my protection," Joan of Arc turned around a little puzzled, looked at the sky over there, and muttered, "In this kind of non-core area, how can you encounter any terrible undead..."

In the middle of the air, the phantom of a snowman gradually solidified, exactly like the shape of a snowman piled up by a child in the yard, so simple that it looked like two oval snowballs spliced together, but with short limbs.

As soon as the snowman appeared, he raised his short hand far away and threw a large half-moon-shaped energy blade at the undead creatures below, and all the undead who were hit by this energy blade were all frozen in place, and they were gradually covered by white snow from under their feet, and finally turned into a big round snowball!