After Mochi arranged the relics package, the atmosphere became low and gloomy.

Mochi's companions were speechless by the change.

There was a burning sensation in Mochi's shoulder blades, which gave him a new feeling—a wonderful feeling of solemnity and solemnity. He looked around again, the skeletons of the dry well, the crumbling walls, the rotting fences, the dusty tombstones, the dead grass swaying in the wind, and all the desolation and misery needed for the battlefield.

This battlefield-like atmosphere is peaceful, neat, and silent, and contains solemn thoughts. Far from all the noise and joy of life, it is a place of refuge temporarily shrouded in eternity and silence. Waiting time is like waiting for a storm to come, and when the rain comes, every life is humble and small.

Some people regard humor, hilarity, and romance as necessities, but this cosmic desolation is a desolate place after all, all the light and joy are instantaneous fireworks, and blandness, loneliness, and meaninglessness are the norm for everything. Indulging in the, it is difficult to feel true peace after all, and there is no real joy.

Let's start hunting, friend.

A clear, clear thought came to mind from the wolf mark.

Hunting, biting, constantly pounce, defending the glory of territory and life, fighting for life, fighting for death, living to death.

Mochi licked the corners of his mouth and took the Depriver from the package, the dagger from the Alterac Valley was used for the first time, and now when he held him in his hand, Mochi felt a real sense of groundedness. There was no extra light and flash on the dagger, and the unpretentious blade was what Mo Qi needed most at the moment.

A dark shadow slowly took shape around Mochi, the ghost wolf once known as the Lone Hunter, who had spent countless years in the decay and darkness of the Plaguelands, but now that it was with him, they would hunt together.

The ghosts of Talonshire's past have also appeared on this battlefield. Mochi was worried that their words would break the solemn and solemn atmosphere, but fortunately they didn't. Whether it was the Paladin Davi Lefal of the Silver Hand or Joseph Redspa of the Militia Regiment, they all looked calmly into the distance, waiting for fate to come.

Mochi lowered his body, ready to charge at any moment.

The quiet time before the outbreak of war allows a person to see the truth of life clearly. No matter how cunning or stupid, ordinary or great, dull and aggressive, or agile and peaceful, a person still can't escape that fateful battle. You have to deal with what you fear the most with your true colors, your weakness and clumsiness are exposed to it, and you have no way to hide, and this battle must be won if you are to take a step towards a better world.

"Mr. Mock."

Anvina suddenly bumped Mochi with her elbow.

"What's wrong?" Mochi turned his head and saw Avena looking straight ahead with a serious face. Mochi nervously followed her gaze, but saw no sign of the enemy.

Anvina hesitated for a moment, and finally said with difficulty-

"Mr. Mooch, the seams of your trousers are not aligned."

It turns out that she is pretending to look at the scenery, and then reminds Mochi that the seams of his pants are not aligned. Life is as lonely as snow, when you hold your head high and are ready to stride forward, there is always someone who only cares about whether the seams of your pants are aligned -

Before the college entrance examination, Mo Qi sat at his desk and piled up the study notes of various subjects on the table, not to review the content, but to tell himself that he had paid a lot and that there would be no problems in the exam. When he was about to step out of the door with his head held high, Moqi's father, who was picking out his ears with an ear picker, came to say this-

"Your pants are not aligned."

When I was an undergraduate, I was doing an event at a large company at the school, and Mochi spoke as a scholarship representative in order to complete a perfect speech. Mo Qi began to prepare a month in advance, watching various speech videos, reading speech books, recording his speech process with a DV machine, and then watching the video to analyze and reflect. Unexpectedly, when I asked others about the effect of their speeches at the end, the answer given by the students was-

"I didn't listen carefully to the content, anyway, your pants are not aligned."

In short, people's feelings are fragile, and a crack in the pants can ruin people's families and lives.

Mochi straightened his pants indignantly and returned to his focus on the fight. The black shadow wolf beside him also shook his mane to express his dissatisfaction.

An evil aura floated into the air, and low-level zombies and skeletons appeared not far away. The Dalong County guards beside Mochi shouted, "Warriors of Dalonshire, take up arms!" The undead scourge is coming. ”

Mochi looked up and saw a thick black mist rising from the edge of the forest. As far as the eye could see, Mochi saw at least a hundred skeletons and zombies coming out of the woods. As recorded in the history books, these low-ranking classes are the vanguard of the undead army.

It's good, it's a lot of it. Believing that this would be a pleasant hunt, Mochi unconsciously clenched the dagger in his hand, and the ghost wolf beside him let out a happy growl in his throat.

The Paladin Davey Lefal of the Silver Hand raised his hammer and shouted, "Guardians of Daronshire! Charge with me! "The warhammer's head glowed silver like the moon. The Light inspired Mochi and the Guardians of the Dead in Talon County, who chanted the name of Talon County and stepped on the attack.

Moqi and his fellow black wolves were the first to rush out, like the vanguard of the wolves, the fangs of the head wolf, and they were the first to tear a hole in the array of undead troops. Mochi's target is a tall skeletal warrior [Raging Skeleton], which, as its name suggests, has the capital to wreak havoc - wielding a massive iron axe in his hand, clad in chain mail, and as tall as six Moki.

In the past, Mo Qi would have hesitated to face such an opponent, but after connecting with the wolf soul, his strong desire to fight brought him a huge transformation. He pounced on the Skeleton Warrior like a hungry wolf, leaping to his feet like a bobcat, his feet on the Skeleton Warrior's chest, and the dagger called the Dispossession slashed across the skeleton's neck.

The spine, not covered by the helmet and cuirass, was the most vulnerable part of the bone, and with the sound of guragra, the bone vertebrae broke and the iron helmet's head fell.

If it were a living creature, such an attack would be enough to incapacitate it instantly, but Moqi was facing an undead creature created by necromancy. Despite the loss of his head, the rest of his body is still able to move.

The skull-losing skeleton warrior wields a great axe, the blunt head of the one-edged axe slamming into Mochi's back.

"Mr. Mochi, be careful!" Anvena shouted. Her location was too far away from Moqi to give her actual support, so she could only be reminded by sound.

There is no need for Avena to remind him, Mochi has been on guard against this, no matter what, Mochi has unknowingly experienced hundreds of battles in this world, and the movements of the skeleton warrior can only be described as slow in Moqi's eyes.

He leaped backwards with a light leap, and was able to dodge the skeleton soldier's attack perfectly.

At the same time, a ghostly black shadow flew out from the other side, knocking the skeleton warrior to the ground in an instant, and then there was a burst of tearing and gnawing, and the skeleton hidden under the chain mail was quickly dismantled.

The other skeletons surrounded them, trying to lay siege to Moqi and the Ghost Wolf, but they easily dodged them.

Driving, chasing, feints, and back-attacking, Mochi and his wolf companions attack like wolves.

"Attention!"

Gareth's voice could be heard not far away.

Moqi understood, and immediately ran to the other side with his wolf companions, no longer entangled with these skeletons, because Moqi knew very well that these skeleton warriors had stepped into the realm of death.

Huge pillars of fire rose into the air, and in the face of the scorching flames, the dead bones and undead were all reduced to flying ashes.

【Firestorm】

The Mage's signature skill, known in the game as the strongest area-of-effect attack skill. The person who unleashed this skill was, of course, Gareth Firewing. Looking at the scorched earth, Moqi is really a little envious of the powerful profession of mage, which is called the pro-son profession of the game company in the game, no matter which version, the explosive ability of the mage will never be questioned.

Of course, being strong doesn't mean being invincible.

Too high a damage value will also increase the monster's aggro value, and Gareth with a high hatred value will become a priority target for undead monsters, and fire, like other cloth armor classes, only has paper-thin armor and defense that is better than nothing. This kind of game setting also exists in the world where Moqi is located, and it is also the instinct of the undead to prioritize the elimination of characters with high lethality but low defense.

The task of supporting and protecting Gareth falls to the rest of his companions.

Linda and Akalin wielded their daggers, dancing with graceful and light dodging steps, the sharp tips of their knives carving an impenetrable wall of blades for Gareth and the Undead Scourge.

Sheryan is responsible for supporting her companions with healing spells, while Avena is responsible for protecting Sheryan (of course, this arrangement is also protecting Avena).

Everything was as Mochi had arranged in advance.

Mochi and Ghost Wolf are responsible for the charge, "snatching" the monster's hatred from the defenders of Daron County, and Gareth is responsible for the output. Others cover and support. The active team of six soon became the main force on the battlefield, and Moqi also pounced on his target again and again like a wolf, harvesting countless "heads" and "experience".

The battlefield is a great place to grow.

Of course, the premise is that you have to live to the end.

After defeating the vanguard of the undead, the undead launched a second wave of attacks.

Thousands of ghouls appeared all around, besieging the entire county of Talon.

For a moment, a sense of despair rose in the hearts of all the Talon County Guardians.

Rao is Moqi, and he didn't think that the real battle of Taloon County would be like this.

Faced with an uncountable army of ghouls, Mochi's companions all had the same thought in their hearts-

"Can we hold it?"