The man with the crossbow never expected this scene to appear, and let out a miserable scream.

Although the chain mail he was wearing, the distance between the two sides was too close, and it was a heavy steel crossbow arrow, the chain mail could not be blocked at all, and it was easily broken through, and the two iron rings were broken, and the arrows protruded from his back.

As he fell backwards with a roar of pain, his arms stiffened, and he bounced twice in quick succession, and two crossbow arrows flew into the sky.

At this time, the two men also leaned over, the one on the right holding a small iron shield and a spear, and stabbed Angela, while the left hand held a scimitar, and one rolled to Angela's feet, and slashed towards Angela's ankle.

The black sword slashed down, the swords collided, the man holding the scimitar had red eyes, and his palm shook loudly, he never thought that this gray cloak man was not tall, but his strength was so great, and the speed was so fast.

It was obviously a two-handed sword, but it was used by her as a one-handed sword, and it didn't look inflexible at all, and the last shot came first, and the sword flicked off his scimitar and stabbed him in the heart.

He roared, kicked his legs to the side, and bounced off like a rabbit.

The blood flowers on his legs bloomed, and after all, he didn't completely dodge it, and was gently rubbed.

And Angela, without pursuit, turned her head to one side and dodged a spear.

A smile flashed across the spear wielder's face, and he put the shaft of the spear against Angela's neck and pulled the spear back.

The spearhead is triangular and extremely sharp, and a single stroke on Angela's neck will pull half of the neck apart.

Of course, he didn't want Angela's life, he planned to use it to hold Angela hostage, and then control the skeletons through Angela.

Moreover, Angela's side of his head just now made him see Angela's face, and his heart was immediately hot.

Angela's face was almost perfect, except for a wound on her cheek, but it wasn't a big deal, it added to the wildness.

As long as he masters Angela, he has the strength of the beauty, and he can't help but imagine the future.

A force came, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

I saw that the black sword in Angela's hand was attached to the shaft of his spear, not only missing the spear, but also sliding along the shaft.

The spear bearer hurriedly raised his shield, and with a bang, the black sword turned slightly, the severed spear shaft, and half of the spear flew in the air, and the spear bearer broke out in a cold sweat.

He had almost had his finger cut off just now, and he raised his shield to save his finger, but the spear had been cut off.

And it's clear that the other party is a woman, but the strength is really amazing.

I saw that the top of his shield was dented, his arm was in severe pain, and he estimated that the bones of his hand had been cracked.

What's worse is that the shield was missed, and the door was wide open.

A black light flashed, and the spear bearer hurriedly took two steps back, the shining iron ring on his chest burst out, and red blood splashed.

The spear-wielder's heart was pounding, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was almost disemboweled.

He laughed, and then his face froze.

For he saw that his companion, the man with the scimitar, had now thrown away the scimitar in his hand, and was curling up in a ball with his legs, twitching weakly, and black blood was falling down his fingers.

The spear-bearer's face was full of horror: "Your sword is poisonous......"

Angela nodded silently and put her sword back into its sheath.

The sound of the black sword sliding in the scabbard seemed to be urging, and when the black sword was completely submerged in the scabbard, the spear bearer fell to his knees dizzily, he felt so cold that he couldn't help but curl up, gradually losing control of his body, stiff as a stone, only occasionally instinctively twitching.

"Who's next?"

Angela smiled at the corner of her mouth, looking around at everyone like a great demon king.

Everyone lowered their eyebrows and pleasing their eyes, like quails, and no one spoke.

Angela nodded in satisfaction and turned around and walked out again.

The skeletons walked up, picked up their weapons, and began to fumble around the caravan members, taking the weapons and armor.

Looking at the soul fire swaying in the skulls through their eyes, the caravan members trembled, they were all in close contact with skeletons for the first time, and each touch caused a dense layer of goosebumps on their skin.

But they didn't dare to move, for fear of causing a misunderstanding among the skeletons and tearing them to pieces.

Even if they want to die, they should try to delay time as much as possible, this is their instinct as human beings.

What's more, judging from Angela's attitude towards arresting them, they may still be useful, and being useful means that they will not necessarily die, but that they will have a glimmer of life.

They didn't want to lose their lives because of their rash actions, and the stiff corpses on the ground were there, making a good negative lesson for them.

"Ahh

The screams sounded, it was the man with a crossbow, after being pierced through the chest by an arrow, although two ribs were broken, although his internal organs were invaded by venom, he was not dead, he was still struggling, it can be seen that his body is very strong, and his will to win is very firm.

However, this does not mean that it is a good thing.

A group of skeletons rushed up, ripped off his clothes, peeled off his chain mail, and then tore open his flesh and skin, smearing his flesh on his body, gradually absorbing it into the dry white bones.

He wasn't the only one who was done this, but the others were all dead, so he was extremely miserable, as if he had been executed by Ling Chi.

Looking at this scene, a group of people stood on end.

They swore that even death would not suffer such suffering, because it was too miserable.

There is a living example of this, and they are more honest.

After a long journey in the middle of the night, they finally reached the castle when the glow rose in the distance.

Outside the castle, a group of camels graze leisurely under the service of a group of skeletons.

Once inside the castle, they were not received by Angela, but were locked up in five separate rooms.

Compared to the outside, the inside of the castle is quite cool.

The members of the caravan, who had been walking for most of the night, could no longer bear any longer, regardless of hunger or pain in their bodies, they lay on the ground and fell asleep, not knowing what would be what would greet them when they woke up.

The caravan members woke up one after another, sitting or lying, some staying in the corner, some leaning against the wall, or looking at the torches on the wall, or looking at the skeletons coming and going outside the door, the fire in their eyes jumping, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

They didn't know what time it was, it was on the basement floor of the castle, and the light from above couldn't get in, so they didn't know.

Everyone was silent, for fear of attracting the attention of the skeletons.

Even if there is no door, they dare not go out, for fear of being torn apart by this group of skeletons.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the skeletons to walk in and put the clay bowls on the ground, which exuded the fragrance of food.

The skeleton left, and the caravan members looked at me, I looked at you, and then silently picked up the bowl and drank it with a grunt.

There was some minced meat in the bowl, some plants that I didn't know where to dig up, some bitter, but also meaty, not satisfying hunger, but very thirst-quenching.

Drinking and drinking, some people burst into tears.

They hadn't eaten or drunk for a day and a night, and a bowl of soup made them feel happy.

Indeed, compared to the desert, which threatens their lives at all times, there is still something to eat in this castle where the day is relatively cool and the night can shelter from the wind, and it is indeed much happier.