"Damn, what did you step on!"

After sneaking into the academy and passing through one secret door after another, Herold accidentally stepped on a pile of insect eggs on the ground......

In the next second, disgusting juice squeezed out of these follicles, and countless transparent insect corpses flowed out of them. Obviously, after these insects hatched and ingested food, they could have grown into the behemoths that everyone had just seen. And now, he was trampled by Herold...... Although this movement is not large, this is not an ordinary place, but a demon cave where necromancers and undead are entrenched.

The banshee in front of her immediately noticed that something was wrong.

As if in a kind of undead language, all the ghouls who were eating turned their heads to the pile of broken eggs.

"What are you waiting for? Fight, brothers! ”

In the next second, without waiting for the banshee and ghoul to attack, Ares directly lifted the cloak on his body and roared loudly.

The greatsword glowed with a dazzling green light in his hand.

For a moment, the air was filled with the roars of countless undead. Streams of dark energy could be seen surging across the walls, and the banshee let out a piercing scream.

Several Silver Dawn Paladins immediately covered their ears, unable to withstand such a strong impact, and they were half-kneeling on the ground, scarlet blood flowing from their ear holes.

"Damn it! Gianna, Andrey, cover me! ”

The situation was critical, and Ares didn't have time to say anything, so he picked up his big sword and killed the banshee who was singing the song of the dead. Maybe this is the No. 2 boss in the psychic academy, Jandis. Barov. Maybe not at all, just an ordinary banshee. Whatever it was, Ares had to stop her from continuing to chant this piercing song of the dead.

"Roar."

A wild roar came from the depths of Ares's throat, clenching the giant sword, Ares split the zombie in front of him with a sword, and the zombie was immediately split from the collarbone by the fallen giant sword, and the whole body was split in half and fell instantly.

Almost at the same time, ghouls and skeleton zombies on all sides also launched a siege on Ares' team.

Those ghouls came like a tidal wave, and although the psychic academy was not large, the various areas were connected to each other, and the words of the undead were spreading at an alarming speed, like a radio signal, rapidly spreading to every corner of the academy.

Gianna tightened her grip on her staff, and with an arcane blast, it knocked the ghoul into the air, sending disgusting blood spurting from the ghoul's mouth and nose. And Andre directly summoned the Flame Storm, this Five Fireball Sect Master looks funny on weekdays, and his strength cannot be underestimated when he really fights. Before everyone could figure out what was going on, a blazing flame erupted from the palm of the archmage's palm.

It was like an expanding wall of flames, spreading out rapidly. A powerful blast of fire swept away the surrounding ghouls. In less than two seconds, more than two dozen ghouls and zombies burst into flames.

The heat was unbearable. And the archmage is like a fish in water in it. Wherever his staff pointed, a flame erupted, and the rotting muscles and entrails of ghouls and zombies burned, emitting a foul stench.

But there is no choice, everyone can only fight in this foul environment.

At the same time, Tyran and Ares rushed towards the banshee's position.

Two paladins, one on the left and one on the right, fought side by side, with the bright warhammer and the evil green sword in stark contrast, Ares more like a warrior and Tyran fighting like a true paladin.

The bright and flickering war hammer smashed down, like smashing bottles and cans, and the undead skeletons in front of them fell one by one, turning into piles of broken bones on the ground. Countless soul fires floated in the air.

Ares, on the other hand, swung his greatsword and slashed at each other, causing ghouls and zombies to have their heads cut off and impaled through their bodies. Their heads fell off their bodies. The corpses of the undead killed by the Ember Bringer cannot be resurrected. Because, in the next second, those corpses were consumed by the flames of vengeance that would be angry.

"Ridiculous mortals, you deserve to be commended for your courage, but you are so stupid in what you do. Great Lord, do you want to use this person to attack this academy? ”

The Banshee stopped screaming, and it seemed that she had great contempt for Ares and the strength of the raiding team. The abilities of the two mages are worthy of recognition, they can fight against hundreds, but the others, after killing a dozen zombies and undead at most, will be out of breath and lack of physical strength. And in the entire psychic college, no one knows how many undead there are.

A sly smile flashed across the banshee's ethereal countenance.

In the next second, Ares held the great sword in his hand, jumped high, and slashed towards the location of the banshee.

However, an unexpected picture emerged. The figure that had just appeared in mid-air suddenly dissipated! And the banshee's wicked laughter still lingered in the air. She looked at Ares with such contempt as if she were out of nowhere, or didn't exist at all......

Ares was confused.

But the battle still had to continue, and as soon as Ares landed on his front foot, a dozen zombies surrounded him again.

That's how the crowd tactics came about. But the Ember Bringer could only cut them down one by one before purifying......

Ares scolded, then clenched his greatsword and slashed again. The heads and arms of those undead zombies flew in the air, and Ares swept in a sweep, and the air in front of him was drawn with a dark green light, and the legs and feet of the four or five undead zombies were suddenly cut off, and they fell to the ground mechanically. However, their unconscious upper bodies continued to move forward, crawling towards the man who was slashing them!

"Damn it! Can't you kill it? ”

Their severed arms and stumps were all on fire, but there were a few that survived the flames of the Fallen Sword. Climbed to the feet of Ares. But the others soon joined the fray, and Herold's axe slammed down, splitting a zombie's arm in two. Then Tyran made up the hammer, and the light burst from the blade, smashing the ghoul to pieces...... Disgusting brains and blood flowed all over the ground......

Gradually, everyone was enclosed in a small encirclement.

The paladins and warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a defensive net that protected the priest and the two mages in the middle.

"We're surrounded, Ares!"

Tyran shouted. His arm was waving incessantly, and he began to experience soreness.

And Herold and Drumm were already out of breath. But the undead and zombies don't seem to be abating. Even though most of them don't have armor on, which is easy to solve, the disparity in numbers between the two sides is a hard flaw.