Chapter 119: Forgotten Memories (Thank you again for the 100,000 reward from the Oriental Snow Boss)

Time is like flowing water, fleeting!

At this time, Handao has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The fifteen-meter-high city wall stands quietly in the center of the floating island, like a sleeping ancient beast.

There are twenty level 5 arrow towers, evenly distributed within the city walls, and each arrow tower has a three-bow repeater and four divine arm repeaters.

These towers, like the claws of ancient beasts, protect the inhabitants living inside the city walls.

At this time, next to a wooden house in the northwest corner of the city wall, a young figure was walking anxiously back and forth.

To his left and right, there were seven or eight armoured soldiers, and one of them was holding a chain in his hand, tethered to a tiger-headed zombie.

"Why can't it come out yet, doesn't it only take half an hour to purify each time?"

"Wait, it's useless to rush."

"I don't want to do that either, but if we still can't succeed, how can we be able to fight three necromantic islands."

Looking at the closed door of the hut, Ma Ping sighed depressedly.

More than twenty days ago, he got a copy of the Mortal Rank Second Rank Flame Classic, and after this period of hard cultivation, he has become a mortal rank third rank warrior.

But even if this is the case, there is no guarantee that they will survive this alien invasion.

In the east, west, and south directions of Cold Island, there is an island floating over, the east is the Resentful Spirit Island, the west is the Skull Island, and the south is the Zombie Island, all of which are the islands of the Necromantic Clan.

Facing three opponents of equal strength at the same time, he really felt that Handao had little chance of winning.

If Gu Ling still couldn't purify the pothos juice that had a suppressive effect on the 4-grade zombies, whether it was him or everyone in Cold Island, they might all become part of the Necromantic Clan.

"Brother Lu, will it succeed this time?" Looking at the door of the wooden house, Ma Ping asked again.

"Don't ask, just wait!" Land Rover frowned, and said with some unhappiness: "Isn't it that if we don't succeed, we won't be able to fight?" ”

"What's so terrible about the Necronomicon, the big deal is death, since you made this choice in the first place, why do you want to make this gesture now."

After reprimanding Ma Ping, Land Rover shook his head, and his brows furrowed deeply again.

As his strength improved to the fourth rank of the mortal rank, there seemed to be some more memories in his mind, he should have come from an empire, and in order to get rid of the status of a pariah, he chose to come to this place.

"It seems to be called, what kind of empire is coming?"

He beat his head a few times, but he still couldn't remember, but he had a feeling that if he could follow Handao to live forever, maybe one day, he would be able to return to the place where he was born.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it, maybe I'll remember it when I break through the human level in the future." Staring at the wooden house quietly, a glint flashed in Land Rover's eyes.

Although this time it encountered three necromantic islands, Cold Island was not without the slightest chance of victory.

One hundred and sixty-two divine arm crossbows and thirty-four three-bow crossbows have almost reached the level of one manpower.

In the warehouse, there are nearly 40,000 crossbow arrows, of which there are more than 3,000 crossbow arrows above the third rank of the mortal rank.

These bolts are now all soaked in the juice purified from the pothos fruit.

As soon as such a crossbow arrow hits, ordinary necromantic creatures will immediately lose control of their bodies for up to six hours.

Even a mortal-rank necromantic creature would sleep for about two hours, and even a mortal-rank second-grade would be affected.

It's a pity that it's a bit late to cultivate a level 4 pothos fruit, and there aren't many level 4 pothos juice collected, otherwise the necromantic creatures below the fourth grade will become fish on the chopping board.

"Let's hope we can succeed this time!" Land Rover prayed secretly in his heart.

If they can succeed, the pressure on him and Kuishan will be lighter, and the two of them will not be able to stop all the undead creatures above the fourth rank in the three necromantic islands.

"It's out, look, Gu Ling is out."

With a "creak", the closed wooden door finally opened from the inside, and an unkempt woman stepped out of it.

There was even some very unpleasant smell on her body, but everyone around didn't care, they all surrounded her, and asked nonsense: "How is it, has it been purified?" ”

"Wife, is that what is in this clay pot?"

"Duan Feng, quickly pull that tiger-headed zombie over!"

"Shut up, my lordship is here, and you have to speak." Looking at the appearance of these people, Land Rover scolded sharply: "Get out of the way for me, how do you usually train you, have you forgotten so quickly?" ”

"If it weren't for the fact that the battle was about to begin, each of you would have to run a hundred laps around the city wall for me."

The faces of the people around Gu Ling froze, and they all took a few steps back, looking at the Land Rover with some fear.

Xiao Han nodded secretly, and handed over the soldiers to Land Rover to manage, which seemed to be the right choice, although it had not reached the level he imagined, it was already very good.

But now is not the time to praise Land Rover, following the passage of the crowd, Xiao Han walked to Gu Ling's side and asked in a deep voice: "How is it, has it been purified this time?" ”

"The process has been improved according to your requirements, but it has been purified, but I don't know what the effect is." Gu Ling leaned against the door frame tiredly and explained: "But I think it should be okay, whether it works or not, let's try it first!" ”

"That's fine, let's try it first!" Xiao Han nodded, turned around and shouted, "Duan Feng, pull the tiger-headed zombie over." ”

This mortal-level fourth-grade tiger-headed zombie was cultivated at a great cost, and I originally thought that the juice of the fourth-level pothos fruit could also play a good role in suppressing it, but the reality was very cruel.

The juice of the level 4 pothos fruit, although the effect is enhanced a lot, but the suppression effect on the 4-grade zombie is only one or two seconds.

If mortal-level third-grade warriors like Peng Lei and Ma Ping were allowed to deal with the mortal-rank fourth-grade necromancy clan with weapons soaked in this kind of juice, the probability of their death would be very high.

If they can't contain all the high-end combat power, even if they destroy all the ordinary zombies, they will still fail in the end.

Roar!

The tiger-headed zombie was dragged over by Ma Ping, Xiao Han took the clay pot in Gu Ling's hand, pulled out the stopper, and stretched a long golden cone into it.

"Okay, it's up to you." Xiao Han took a deep breath, and the golden long cone stabbed directly at the tiger-headed zombie.

During this period of time, he had been cultivating with all his might, and now he was at the peak of the fifth rank of the mortal rank, and he even felt that he was only one layer of film left from the human rank.

But no matter how much he cultivates recently, his strength has not increased in the slightest, and there is no way to break through that layer of membrane.

In this way, it is very difficult to contain the three mortal-level and fifth-grade necromantic clans by one person.

But with a light breeze, be careful, and slowly circulate should still be fine.

But Land Rover and the others are different from him, at present, only Kuishan has learned to split the ground, and others want to contain more than two combat forces of the same grade, which is not much different from looking for death.

At that time, he was powerless to rescue, so the juice in this clay pot was extremely important.

With this potion, even if it can only stiffen the necromantic creature for four or five seconds, even if its strength is one grade lower than that of the other party, it should still have the strength to fight.

The golden cone "poofed" and plunged into the body of the tiger-headed zombie.

At this moment, everyone was staring at the tiger-headed zombie.

One second......

Two seconds......

Three-second ......