Everyone got out of the tiger's mouth, and there was no time to cheer, and immediately entered the tense treatment work. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Moans of pain came and went, but the gritty dwarven warriors kept their mouths in their mouths and turned into dull muffles of pain, and large drops of sweat came out, hanging on their faces and wetting their hangers.

"Soul Return!" A Spartan snorted softly, all the wails and screams stopped abruptly, and looked at the Spartan in surprise in prayer, and looked at the dwarf in front of him in disbelief: a dwarf with an arm-thick crossbow arrow stuck in his chest, piercing his body, but the dwarf's strong vitality did not take his last breath until this time.

A blood-armored warrior, killed.

The Blood Blade Commander faltered, every guard was a personal bodyguard, and the person he trusted the most, the blood-colored giant sword fell all at once, a little dazed, and finally looked at Ye Xiaofei, but more eyes were on the Living Sword.

Ye Xiaofei passed through the iron gate, without saying a word, hiding his body in the corner, eager to get through this weakest period safely, yes, he had to admit it. There are arrow wounds on the outside, and there is a weakness on the inside. In a daze, he knew that he couldn't pass out at this moment, he believed in dwarves, but he didn't believe in dwarves.

For the immortal artifact Soul Sword whose target is sealed, there is no need to kill him, as long as you take the Soul Sword and leave him here, you can not only alleviate the moral guilt, but also successfully complete the goal. If it were Ye Xiaofei, he would never let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As the blood blade approached, Ye Xiaofei, who was weakly leaning on the corner of the wall, could only hold on to the Soul Sword: The sword could not be lost. Neither can you die.

However, the hand holding the sword has never been so weak, the sword in the hand, there is not a trace of slashing strength, and even, he imagines a desperate person, pointing a sword at the other party, and then issuing a desperate warning. However, his body did not support him, and even his mouth refused to carry out his orders, and he was so weak that he did not even have the strength to roar.

The blood blade stepped forward, and with a flick, he grabbed Ye Xiaofei's sword.

Finished! Ye Xiaofei only felt that everything was lost, next? Is it the destruction of corpses? In this case, it is better to die all of them inside.

"How do you feel?" The blood blade gently lifted Ye Xiaofei's body, and when he fixed his eyes, the cave wall he was leaning on was scarlet, and the seven arrow wounds were bleeding nonstop, frantically weakening Ye Xiaofei's last life.

"Hell, it's so badly injured, why don't you say a word?" The blood blade roared reproachfully, but when he saw Ye Xiaofei, whose eyes were blurred and confused, he suddenly felt that he should not compete with a seriously injured man who was delirious. Suddenly, he held down the wound with one hand, delayed the bleeding, and roared: "Save him first, this guy only has half a life left!" ”

The silent crowd was busy, looking blankly at each other, not knowing what they were discussing.

Sparta and Bloodblade quietly walked around a corner, out of sight.

"Save? Soul Sword, immortal level. The space ring, which can hold a magic crystal cannon of seven or eight meters, is priceless and can be called strategic equipment. ”

"What do you want? He saved us all, and the dwarves are not ungrateful. ”

"But, for the sake of the future of the dwarves, who would object to sacrificing an outsider? You didn't see the dwarves' eyes just now, they were there for us. ”

"You!" The dwarf's face was flushed, and he scolded angrily: "I was the first to object, I have long seen that you are not a good thing, hmph, the fox tail is finally revealed!" If you want to move him, you should first boast in front of my body. ”

The two parted unhappily, but this brief conversation kept Ye Xiaofei from facing death, especially when he was struggling on the verge of death, he didn't have to worry about being pushed from behind and falling into the abyss of death.

The dwarven warrior's fingers were already rough, and they were bandaged roughly, and Ye Xiaofei fainted in pain in three or two clicks.

"Patriarch, Commander," the dwarven warrior in charge of bandaging immediately reported, "The wound was too serious, but, strangely, the jade-level arrowhead, full of seven, did not directly kill him." You know, even if we are dwarves, spirit-level dwarves, one arrow can seriously injure us, and two jade-level arrows can kill us. ”

Bloodblade and Sparta glanced at each other: Could it be that he is a low-level powerhouse? The flesh is strong, and the defense is amazing.

"Impossible," Bloodblade denied, shaking his head.

"I also think it's impossible, his aura is definitely not at the subtle level, but, the body of an ordinary human is as fragile as paper, which is also too strange. However, how is his injury now? ”

Faced with Sparta's questioning, the dwarven warrior arched his hand and said: "Patriarch, I have lost too much blood and fallen into a coma, and I am afraid that I will not be able to return to the sky." ”

"Oh no!" The anxious roar of the warrior echoed in the cave, but it was the dwarven warrior who had gone to find a way out and crawled back, his face full of panic, as if he had seen something terrifying, which made a dwarven warrior look so unbearable.

Bloodblade and Sparta glanced at each other, seeing the worry in each other's eyes.

"You know?"

"I'm the patriarch, of course I do."

"Nightmare Nights in the Valley of Death?"

"No, the annals record the night of the abandonment of the Valley of Death."

"Sometimes, I really want to pull out the dwarves who write the history of the dwarves and feed them to the dogs, full of lies, but still write with a beginning and an end."

"However, their lies have kept the people comforting for more than 300 years."

"Undead!" The dwarf who rushed back with a roll roared in horror: "Undead Scourge! ”

"Black Guards, prepare for battle." Sparta picked up the hammer and let out a battle roar.

The Valley of Death, and even the entire underground rift, was the largest secret base in the Continent of the Dead during the time of the Svadian Empire. However, the fall of the Lord of the Dead, the Continent of the Dead was sealed by the powerful Svadia Empire at the time, and since then it has been isolated, and this base will inevitably suffer a bloody suppression.

The living perish, and the dead perish. Only the will does not stop.

The unwilling necromancer finally groped for a more advanced class at the last minute: the Necromantic Lich.

The will is unstoppable, and the dead are eternal.

The appearance of the Necromantic Lich continues the mission of the Valley of Death and rebuilds the transcontinental teleportation array. Summons the army of the undead of the Lord of the Dead, annihilates a thousand-year-old feud, and destroys humanity!

The necromantic lich has been persevering, the insistence of a dead man, even the gods are inconvenient to interrupt, except for the dwarve's accidental intrusion three hundred years ago, after dropping the corpses of 30,000 dwarves, he didn't even see the face of the necromantic lich, and automatically withdrew from the valley of death. Regarded as a forbidden land, three hundred years later, the strength of the Necromantic Lich has reached a higher level, and the intercontinental teleportation array is about to be completed.

Bang!

Sparta smashed the last skull, and the white soul fire drifted away in the wind, but his heart became more and more uneasy.

"White! The lowest skeleton. The Blood Blade Commander said in a deep voice: "It is more powerful than what is recorded in ancient books, it is said in ancient books that the strength of the White Soul Fire is at the intermediate level of the Glory Spirit, but the body in front of me is a high-level Glory Spirit." ”

Sparta's face was extremely ugly, and when the meridian blood blade reminded him, he suddenly realized that the fire of skeletons is usually divided into: white, silver, golden yellow, and purple. And their bodies are divided into: white bodies, silver bodies, golden bodies, and amethyst bodies.

The soul fire is the division of strength, white represents the strength below the junior glory spirit, silver is the strength of the middle and high-level glory spirit, and golden yellow is the transformation spirit level or micro level. Purple is feathered.

The weirdest thing is that in addition to the division of soul fire, the skeleton body is a great variable.

The undead seem to have transcended the law, and since their birth, they have acquired the ability to strengthen their bodies that only humans can obtain at the advanced level.

The white body is as fragile as a human, but the silver body has undergone a qualitative transformation and can compete with the body of a demonic beast. The golden body is not weaker than the body strengthened again by the subtle-level demonic beast. When it comes to the amethyst body, it completely crushes the body of the demonic beast, and it can even compete with the body of the dragon.

The undead species is a perverted species that has the advanced way of human evolved soul power, but is given an evolved body with the body of a monster.

If the elves are the darlings of the gods of nature, then the undead are the proud works of the gods of death.