Originally, after escaping, he should have left here as soon as possible.

Angela, however, stayed.

Since Angela chose some sparsely populated places to walk, she only had a general impression of where she was now.

So, she didn't know which ancient battlefield this was, and she suspected that this ancient battlefield had been discovered by the player.

It is on the outskirts of the desert, not yet fully deserted, and you can still see clumps of land, some dry plants, and sometimes even plants, and in some low-lying places, you can also see some black-brown soft soil.

Relatively speaking, supplies are not as scarce as in the depths of the desert.

Angela has a keen eye and spends some time each day catching some scorpion centipedes to ensure food for the day, and if she is lucky, she can catch snakes and lizards.

If Angela is willing to go a little farther, she can also see some relatively large animals.

As for water and salt, they can also be solved by magic.

Even with magic, water is scarce, so you have to save some time every day.

And salt, that's really not lacking.

In the desert, under the earth, the salt should not be too abundant.

However, due to the pain of some mi, due to the inability to use magic power, it requires its own blood for each cast.

But fortunately, the processing of the old dryad's face is almost complete.

Carved in blood, the old dryad's face was transformed into a mask made of dead wood, a lifelike image of an old woman with a pointed chin.

On the other side of the mask, red runes are engraved.

Angela put it on her face, and then a dark sensation came, and it was a strange feeling, as if Angela and the deadwood mask were one.

Carefully taking the grass seeds from the small cloth bag, placing them into the small holes carved out of the stone wall with a sword, covering them with a mixture of his own blood, water, and sand, and then guiding the grass seeds to grow through a deadwood mask.

Click......

There was a crisp sound, as if the machine was stuck.

The damp dirt turned back to sand at a visible rate, and the brush fell down, revealing cracked stone walls.

In the cracks, strange dry grass struggled to grow.

Under the mask, sweat gushes out, and then is quickly absorbed by the deadwood mask.

Unconsciously, through the hole in the mocking pupils of the deadwood mask, I saw that the pair of pupils inside slowly burned a small flame.

Crash!

The stone wall in front of him collapsed.

Angela took a step back, took off her mask, and the small flame in her eyes slowly receded.

She exhaled and felt a slight pain in her brain.

However, I am very satisfied with this progress.

She believes that it won't be long before she can make this boulder her home.

Shaking her head, Angela stepped forward, grabbed a piece of gravel, and threw it outside.

A month later, Angela's home had completed a rough outline.

The boulder was bigger than expected, and what Angela saw was only a small part of it exposed.

So, later, Angela simply punched the hole down and made a staircase to spread down, and the doorway was on the roof.

Because it is also necessary to prevent wind and sand, etc., the entrance is quite high, whether it is inside or outside, you need to step on stairs to reach.

The advantage of this is that the house is relatively cool during the day and sheltered from the wind at night, so it is relatively warm.

As for the gate, Angela didn't get any regular doors.

She spent the day searching for some thorn seeds to plant in the doorway, and every time the door was closed and opened, she relied on the deadwood mask to manipulate the thorns.

Angela used part of the rubble to make a stove in the house and a fence outside.

The stove is finished, and the fence has to be slowly made.

And the sword she had gotten from the twisted woods broke to get it done.

Thankfully, though, she still has a sword to defend herself from (from the Flesh Skeleton).

After doing all this, Angela left the place, and three days later, she returned with a huge lizard carcass in tow.

After hastily handling and drying, a full meal was served in the evening.

Before dawn the next day, Angela was on the move.

The long sword that must have been sharpened by her shine hung at her waist, two daggers were stuck in her belt, and her boots were worn out, so she simply went barefoot, put on a deadwood mask, and brought three thorn seeds that had been cultivated for a month.

In the past month, she has not only patronized the repair of the house, but also explored this ancient battlefield.

After her exploration, she has already understood the approximate scope of this ancient battlefield.

And she also found that the small hill above her head was not a small hill at all, but a buried castle.

According to her guess, there was once a huge offensive and defensive battle here.

It must have happened before the last Dark Ages, when it was not a desert.

The castle is not in a hurry, it can be dug slowly anyway.

And the first thing is to clean up the skeletons of this ancient battlefield first, at least this small hill and the skeletons nearby.

She didn't want to be attacked by a skeleton that popped out of nowhere while she was digging for treasure.

Angela began to circle around the hill.

Rumble!

A cloud of yellow sand burst open.

Angela jerked out a seed and threw it in that direction.

In her eyes, small flames flickered, and the light and shadow of red skeletons appeared in her eyes.

The Deadwood Mask activated, and the seed was torn open in mid-air, turning into a thorn strip, and then wrapped around four skeletons in one go.

The yellow sand bloomed under Angela's feet, and she rushed towards it like a galloping horse.

The sword in her hand shone brightly, and she sank into the spreading yellow sand with her whole body.

The sword light flickered in the flying yellow sand, and the four skeletons entwined with thorn strips turned into pieces in the sword light.

Angela and a skeleton passed by, and before the skeleton could react, the soul fire in the skull was shattered, and the entire body was turned into pieces.

Angela's figure soon protruded from the flying yellow sand, her bare feet pressed hard on the ground, dragging three or four yards with inertia.

Laugh at!

Another cone-shaped loess flying.

Angela turned around and was greeted by three skeletons, and behind the three skeletons were shadows glowing red in the flying yellow sand.

Shout!

Angel pulled her hand, and two daggers flew out.

The skeleton rushes forward and is too close to Angela to dodge.

One head was slightly offset, and the dagger hit the side of the ear, the brain was violently deflected, and the body that was too light was actually carried by the power in the dagger to keep its balance, and his skull-shaped miserable green soul fire shook for a while, and there was an attractive danger at any time.

The other raised the sharpened thigh bone in his hand and collided with the dagger with a crisp clash.

With a click, the thigh bone snapped through it, and the dagger struck him in the head.

The miserable green soul fire in the skull's skull was suddenly extinguished, and it fell on its back, and when it was only halfway through, it had already fallen apart.

A third skeleton, a little further back from the two skeletons, rushed forward, facing Angela's stabbing sword.

This sword sacrificed part of its strength because of the excessive pursuit of speed, resulting in relatively less power, but it also made this skeleton unavoidable.

Click!

The skeleton only had time to shake its head slightly, and the sword hit him in the eye socket accurately, even if the power was relatively small, it was not something that an ordinary skeleton could resist.

In his eye sockets, a thin crack spread, and such a thin crack appeared on the originally perfect white skull, which was immediately very conspicuous.

The soul fire was broken through it, struggled slightly, and then extinguished.

The skull's head tilted back, detached from the cervical vertebrae, and with a bang, the whole frame fell apart.

Two more seeds flew away, took root in the earth, and grew rapidly, sealing the skeletons' path.

Angela then lunged forward.

Click! Click! Click......

Crash! Crash! Crash......

The flying yellow sand calmed down, leaving only a ground of broken bones.

Angela's hand flicked slightly, and the blade trembled slightly, making a humming sound.

Slowly walked up to the five skeletons bound by thorns, and slashed through with a sword......

It seems that this tactic is really effective.

A group of more than 30 skeletons, just like that, was easily solved by Angela.

Angela is not afraid of the skeletons and her hard work, but she is afraid that this group of skeletons will use that kind of rogue tactics, which will be annoying to death.

…… Ten days later......

With a bang, a piece of ground exploded.

Angela threw out a dozen seeds, and the thorns that grew surrounded the area.

Then daggers, daggers, and stones flew, and hail fell into yellow smoke.

The area is too small to hide.

Click! Click! Click......

Every crisp sound is a piece of broken bones.

Angela dragged her sword and lunged, leaping off the edge and into the encirclement of the thorns.

Dingding......

A miserable green light and blinding white sparks loomed in it, and from time to time broken bones flew out, thorns whipped wildly, and two skeletons were torn out of the yellow smoke, raised, and smashed.

The skeleton simply couldn't withstand such a heavy blow and shattered instantly.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and only two figures stood.

A slender figure, wearing a very ill-fitting breastplate, wrapped in a black rag at the very end, acting as a cloak, and the "skin" on his body was also blue-black, with a metallic luster, and even the shape of the bones could be seen through the skin.

What was terrifying was his eyes, two ghostly fires peeking through the hollow sockets, swaying as he moved.

A slender figure, dressed in a robe, with a mocking old woman's deadwood mask with a pointed chin on her face.

Both sides held long swords, one white and one black, and their bodies were constantly staggered, like a pair of dance partners, constantly spinning and jumping, rubbing against the ground under their feet, making a sneering sound, and pieces of dust were kicked off.

And between them, from time to time, a ball of sparks burst out, and the two swords either collided or entangled, constantly making the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Needless to say, one of them, wearing a mask, is Angela.

The other is a new species, an evolved variety of flesh skeletons, the Iron Skeleton.

There is nothing to say about this kind of skeleton, in addition to the all-round increase in agility and speed and strength, its defensive ability has increased more than ten times, especially the soul fire, which is even more tenacious and not so easy to be easily shattered.

Laugh at!

Angela's cheeks were covered with blood.

The Deadwood Mask suddenly exploded, along with the surrounding thorns, sending sawdust flying.

Angela sped back, her legs rubbing against the ground.

The iron skeleton pursued, and the long sword in his hand locked Angela's heart.

Straight stab, swing away, ding!

The two swords were staggered, Angela's feet were slammed, her body stopped suddenly, and a sword stood out.

The skeleton's bone structure is the same as that of the human body, but they have no muscle limitations, and even though the surface of the iron skeleton is covered with an iron membrane, they do not use muscles to move, so they can make many movements that are extremely strange to ordinary people.

Click!

The iron skull was folded 180 degrees from its waist as if it had been cut off by the waist, and in a strange posture dodged Angela's abrupt sword.

And his arm, through his crotch, clenched the black sword, and slashed towards Angela's legs.

Angela retreated, and the hem of her robe made a "snort" sound, and there was a huge gap.

Angela twisted her arm and slashed downward.

The longsword sliced through a thrilling arc, slicing through the ground before striking the black longsword.

Bang dang!

The Iron Skull's body trembled violently, and it flipped 720 degrees in the air, landing steadily three yards away.

Angela didn't pursue, her fingers ran over her cheek, and when she looked intently, the blood had turned black.

This sword is poisonous!

In his eyes, a flame emerged.

Angela lifted her jagged sword, rested it on her arm, and took a deep breath as it aimed at the iron skeleton, which was as impermanent as a butterfly.

The Iron Skull is fast, far and near, extremely flexible, every move, like a mountain, fast as a wind, coupled with incomparably brilliant swordsmanship, it is an extremely difficult opponent.

Angela stared at him intently, watching the red light on his body grow more intense.

The next instant, it turned black.

Now is the time!

The originally relaxed muscles tensed instantly, Angela's pupils contracted, and her brain raced to complete the instantaneous judgment.

Up, down, left, right, center—left diagonally up

Retreat, raise your sword diagonally.

The next moment, the Iron Skull suddenly appeared in front of him.

Whew!

A piercing screech rang out, and a few shards of crystal detached from the blade and pierced Angela's fluttering hair.

Angela's eyes widened and she didn't blink.

Arm up, click!

The black blade slid down the white jagged blade, and the steel gauntlets pressed against the black blade.

Rounded, dived, and the twin swords entangled, and in an instant, the white blade and gauntlet jammed the black blade.

Half a step forward, in an instant, Angela and Iron Skull leaned together.

Draw your sword, smash it!

The arm brought up an afterimage, and the two swords staggered and sparkled to splash.

The counterweight ball behind the hilt of the sword was aimed at the Iron Skull's skull, and the skull slammed diagonally upwards.

Click!

The iron skull's cervical vertebrae seemed to be broken, and the skull instantly hit the back, hitting the air.

In the field of vision, the black light is flourishing!!