As the number of awakened dead gradually decreased, the team also changed its original stubborn position and began its first advance under the command of the drunkards.

The team was divided into twenty-five squads as had been previously arranged, and they dispersed to spare not a single abandoned deceased.

Wu Qi took Lin Hao, Fudo Rushan and others, and the cleaning speed was very fast, and the eight hundred blood volume could not last for three seconds, and they were thrown by several "extremely vicious" mages one by one, and they were killed in a simple and rude second.

The squad drove at a pace similar to that of the elite led by the drunkards, heading deep into the graveyard towards the towering walls of the Scarlet Monastery.

Wu Qi waved his staff, the fiery red staff and the crimson flames complemented each other, and the burning skill was instantly shot, coupled with the subsequent scorching flames, before the awakened dead approached, they were cleaned up by everyone.

"Tut-tut! Our team is so violent! The new elemental mage who entered the team at that time Mingyue boasted to himself, "Especially my chain of fireballs, the damage is too explosive." ”

Although Mingyue had not been in the group for a long time, in less than two days, the whole group had already seen its shamelessness and talkative nature.

A small group of dead people in front of him had just died, and the skeletons of the dead in the distance had not yet been attracted by the bitterness and shadow killing. Mingyue was holding a silver-gray staff, and the dark red firechaser's robe was flying in the wind, and he was about to continue talking, when he just saw the singing voice in the priest's bagpipes and rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Sister bagpipes, what's the matter?" What do you think differently?"

Priest Holy Light looked at Mingyue for a while, and said coldly: "On the team damage panel, your damage ranks fifth, less than half of the damage of the group leader, and 70% of the dustless deputy group!" Uncle Mingyue back then~"

"Uncle~" Mingyue Junlang's face slowly stiffened back then, he was obviously only twenty-two years old, how could he be an uncle!

At this time, the thieves had already lured the group of dead skeletons over, and everyone couldn't help but smile and put their heads down.

Immovable as a mountain in front, the shadow of the fallen shadow stood on one side, and the precept paladin Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing stood behind the two, adding debuffs to the monsters in front of them, and blessing the protective magic for the two shield warriors. Along with Wu Qi, mages, berserk fighters, hunters, thieves and other output professions began to attack, and several priests locked on the front row of MT and calmly brushed the healing.

The team was in order, and the awakened dead in front of them were killed one by one.

Wu Qi's communicator suddenly rang, and it was a message from a drunkard. "Jin Song, I've found the boss! Coordinates 4567.3521.1234. Let's take care of the two squads! ”

"Alright, let's quickly pack up what is in front of you. The boss has been spawned! Wu Qi was shocked and hurriedly commanded.

As soon as he heard the news of the boss, the atmosphere in the team soared, and within half a minute, the remaining skeletons of the dead were killed one by one.

The awakened deceased was not exposed to anything, the thieves threw a few materials into their backpacks, and the group headed towards the coordinates.

When they arrived at their destination, the drunkards and others had been waiting for a while. After Wu Qi nodded to them, he quickly turned his attention to the monster not far away.

It was a ragged, damp mud, and gaunt old man, who looked like an ordinary person, carrying a shovel, and stood abruptly.

Wu Qiyao lost a high-level insight into the past.

Grave Keeper: A level 7 elite demonic creature

Health: 10000/10000

Skills: Omen of War, Omen of Plague, Omen of Island

Whether it is a dungeon or a wild boss, the strength span of the demonic elite is wider, and the weak ones are slightly stronger than the elite-level bosses, and it is not a problem for the powerful demonic elites to sweep a team. And the grave keeper in front of him is exactly that.

Wu Qi looked at the shovel carried by the grave keeper, the shovel was especially fresh soil, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It is conceivable what a grave keeper is doing with a shovel, this is probably the self-theft of the guard......

Just as he was thinking, the grave keeper noticed the movement here and set his eyes on this side. His face, hidden under the hood, lifted slightly, revealing a carrion-like face, his pupils were hollow, and his eyeballs had long been gouged out raw, terrifying.

"The light of hypocrisy will fall, and there will be darkness in the world. Hypocritical humanity will be judged! The grave keeper's hoarse voice echoed through the empty cemetery, and he rushed in stride, carrying a wooden shovel.

"Blame! Drunkards, immobile like a mountain of double tan rotation! The drunkard and Wu Qi glanced at each other and quickly formulated a strategy.

As he spoke, the drunkard had already met him without moving. The drunkard held the sword in his hand in one hand, and several skills quickly struck, successfully attracting hatred.

"You will be punished as you deserve from the abominable human race!" The grave keeper was furious, his shovel was raised high, and the light purple light on the wood-colored shovel lit up slightly, which was a harbinger of the release of the skill!

A harbinger of war!

－126！

The drunkard's body shook, and the round shield touched the wooden shovel. He constantly adjusts the position of the shield and his own position to ensure that the damage is minimized.

Rao is like this, the drunkard still has a high injury floating on his head, and his blood volume has dropped a lot. The field boss is different from the dungeon boss, and the skill casting is irregular, but like the grave keeper in front of you, it is rare to release skills when you meet.

The priest's scepter and mace waved, and the drunkard's blood volume quickly increased, and Tang Song waved his hand to bless the drunkard with a damage reduction magic, which greatly relieved the pressure of the drunkard.

"Hatred builds stability!"

As soon as the drunkard's words fell, Wu Qi and other mages began to chant incantations, trying their best to cause output. Wu Qihuo waved the red staff, the red flames appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the skills were released quickly, like machine guns, one skill after another poured out, and the amount of blood of the grave keeper also dropped one by one.

"Heresy! Apostate! The grave keeper was furious, and as his body trembled, the carrion on his face fell off piece by piece, and a maggot crawled out of the grave keeper's eye socket and crawled in, adding a bit of oozing color.

"Praise the all-knowing, all-pervading God of death and silence! I will personally mourn you! ”

"Brave from the undead, obey my call!"

"Haiyu eulogy!"

As soon as the grave keeper's wooden shovel was closed, he stretched out his arm, which was half white and half rotten, and his jagged palm stretched out, pointing to the muddy earth beside him, and a hoarse and paranoid voice rang out.

As a pale yellow light shot from the palm of his hand shone on the land, the earthy yellow earth began to churn. In the next moment, a tall white bone skeleton slowly crawled out of the dirt, it was three meters tall, carrying a sharp spear in its hand, and it was extremely brave.

The white bone skeleton stood tamely beside the grave keeper, bowing its head, pale yellow soul flames jumping in its eyes, waiting for the grave keeper's command.