Yin Spirits are fourth-level necromantic creatures whose bodies are formless and possess a certain amount of intelligence. Once the weaker players encounter them, they will be played alive until they run out of blood.

Because they have a passive immune to physical damage in their soul state, this makes their attack elusive, and it only turns into an entity at the moment of attack, which means that you only have a few seconds to counterattack, and those who can't seize the opportunity can only wait for death, because you can't run it. And fear is their weapon.

Fierce ghosts howled, and strong winds were blowing.

Pallas raised his staff without changing his face, and the staff glowed blindingly.

The surging ghost was torn to pieces by the light, and in the terrible scream, it turned to dust.

The Yin Soul is indeed incomprehensible, but the two in front of him are light mages, and one is even a soon-to-be mage, and they have finally picked the wrong opponent.

New ghosts were formed again, but the light kept them from approaching, screaming at the edge.

Reminiscing about erasing Pallas's robes from her body, the staff in her hand glowing a little weaker.

Pallas looked at her puzzled.

"I shouldn't be afraid of them, should I? They should be afraid of me. Although his face was pale in the past, he said with a smile.

Pallas nodded in satisfaction, the girl had never let him down. Fear is instinctive, but it is the strong who overcomes it.

The black mist began to fade, and the two of them only had to reach the end of the road to get rid of these necromancers.

The Shades know this, too, and they don't want to give up their prey.

A low incantation sounded in the distance.

"Be careful, they seem to summon other necromancers." Pallas has a lot of experience fighting necromancy and knows that there are some ghost mages in the Nether, hidden in a large area of the Nether.

Spectre mages are not as inexplicable as the shades and can be said to be very vulnerable, but they have the ability to summon other necromantic creatures as they are called by mages.

The ground began to wriggle, mounds began to turn open, and skeletal hands reached out of the ground and crawled out. They are skeleton soldiers in armor with iron swords and shields in their hands.

A third-order necromantic creature and a skeleton swordsman.

Looking at them silently, trying his best to suppress the discomfort in his heart, in less than thirty seconds, except for the two of them, there were densely packed skeleton swordsmen outside.

Skeleton Swordsmen are Level 3 necromantic creatures, and they are much weaker than the other Level 3 monsters in Second World. But they never stand alone, and when they appear, they are crushed by the sea. And it also has a characteristic, that is, they have no wisdom, so they do not know fear, only know how to destroy the enemy with indomitable determination.

Even in the face of the Light, they will use the remains of their skeletons to cover up the light.

The skeleton swordsman moved his body, as if he had been asleep for a long time, and finally woke up.

So there was a funny scene, a few skeletons fell with shaking arms, some ribs broke a few in an instant, and what was even funnier was that a head rolled down, so it swayed to pick up the head, and was tripped by someone's leg bone, and shattered to the ground, leaving only a head with a big mouth open and closed.

Hey, hey, hey, such a big scene, Mr. Skeleton, you are more professional, I was scared, I was almost amused by you, it is estimated that the ghost mage who summoned you covered his face and went into the soil, recalling the past, she complained wildly in her heart, she admired Pallas's expression remained the same.

The more he looked at it, the more cute the skeleton swordsman finally moved his bone joints, and with a squeaky sound of the skeleton, he raised his knife and slashed over.

Reminiscing about the past, he raised his kick and kicked away the nearest skeleton swordsman, and then hurriedly turned on the spinning light shields, although they were vulnerable, but the number of them made people's scalps tingle.

The ghosts floating in mid-air were waiting for their time to enjoy a feast when the two light mages were submerged in the sea of skulls.

The biggest problem against the Skeleton Swordsman is the mana drain, which can also be the ploy of the Shadows, a light mage who runs out of mana and has to be slaughtered.

Although he knew that this was a trap, he couldn't solve it in the past, unless someone could solve all the skeleton swordsmen in an instant.

"The Lord says that all things deserve to be forgiven, the body deserves to sink to the earth, and the soul deserves to rest."

The voice of the old man, like a bell, rang throughout the Flying Dragon Valley.

Seventh-Order Magic: Prophecy!

Looking back on the past, she was fortunate enough to see the seventh-order magic twice, and she was baptized by the power of light again, and she felt much better than last time.

It was these necromantic creatures who died tragically, and before they even made a sound, they were instantly erased from the world by the strong power of light, leaving no trace. Even the black fog was torn apart, the magic of light was permeated, and the power of healing was everywhere, and no one dared to believe that this was a place where necromantic creatures gathered before.

Recalling the past, he held Pallas and let him close his eyes to meditate and rest, and the night was about to fall, which was also the reason why Pallas directly used seventh-order magic, otherwise it would be much more difficult for necromantic creatures to deal with in the night. Now this place will probably have to recover for a while before it can form a necromancy again.

"Let's rest here for the night, and we'll leave tomorrow." Reminiscing about the past, worried.

"No, I'll leave when I recover a little bit of magic, the seventh-level magic just now will definitely alarm the people in the valley, I'm afraid that there will be changes again." Pallas said.

Looking back on the past, I felt that my bad premonition came back to my heart.

"Bishop, when we find traces of the life of the orc army, shall we go?" Reminiscing about the past.

Pallas shook his head and said, "No, I have to find out the truth and not let them have any chance of destroying the peace." ”

Everyone has attachments, even NPCs.

Looking back on the past, I couldn't stop him, I just hoped that I thought too much, and the game system shouldn't be so extravagant and sacrifice a fifteenth-level magician.

Pallas rested for a moment, opened his eyes, and without saying a word, looked into the distance at the mountains that looked like dragons when viewed from the air, and they were at the tail of the dragons.

"Bishop, can you ask what you're thinking?"

Pallas smiled and said, "You otherworlders always say that this world is false, but I always feel that this world is so real. ”

Looking back on the past, she was completely surprised, her mind went blank, and she didn't know what to say.

"You don't die in this world, I don't know where our souls will go if we die? Is it really a return to the Lord Almighty? Is it better than this world? Pallas seemed to be talking to himself.

I didn't know what to say when I remembered the past, and finally said, "In fact, in the world we originally lived in, we would also die. ”

"Oh, where are you going?" Pallas asked curiously.

Will go there? It will disappear completely, just like we were not born, but the world already has traces of us.

"It will be reincarnated, it will erase its memories, it will be born again, and it will grow again." Looking back, he said, "I think this world will be like this." ”

"I see? That's a good thing, and a lot of regrets can be made up. Pallas's aged face smiled.

Looking back, I think this lie should be beautiful.