"Bang!"

There was an overwhelmed moan from the shield, and one winter took a step back, and his health fell to four-fifths.

In a certain winter, I chose to add points to the balance of strength and endurance, and the amount of blood has been piled up to more than five hundred, holding a shield, most of the white bronze suits, and the guardian aura of the paladin, the defense value of a certain winter is close to 200 points.

Even so, an ordinary blow from the fanatical skeleton could still knock out more than a hundred points of his HP, and it is conceivable that if someone else was hit like this, I am afraid that he would be killed in an instant.

Silent.

All that came into my ears was the whistling sound of magic and arrows, and one after another attacks fell on the frenzied skeletons, only to drift out more than ten points of damage.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The scorching fireball spell only bloomed on the skeleton of the fanatic skeleton for a moment, and it could not even leave a single scorched black mark, and the greatsword of the fanatic skeleton smashed down again-

121！

When he receded in winter one year, several white lights fell on his head one after another.

Healing –

+38

The secret method is restored fù -

+20

+20

+20

The two priests stared at the amount of health in a certain winter, and the melee class began to be exported.

The height difference was too large, and everyone could only attack the thighs of the fanatical bones, and the attack landing in such a position could not cause fatal damage at all-

16！ -

13！

……

At this moment, a -79 injury came out, and everyone's spirits were shocked, it was eternal night!

Yes, it's him, Wu Yi stood behind the fanatical skeleton, the cold light of the dagger was connected, and a dozen extremely high injuries were shot out one after another. The fanatical skeleton let out a roar of rage, and the hatred value was transferred to Wu Yi.

"Be careful!" One winter shouted, and the surrounding melee classes quickly retreated.

"Boom-"

The giant sword slashed down, and the terrifying destructive power was unobstructed, and a half-yard-wide crack was blasted out of the ground, and the earth splattered, raising an oversized earth flower.

Wu Yi rushed out of the distance, turned around and saw the fanatical skeleton walking after him, "Damn! "Wu Yi ran away.

The greatsword raged behind him, the thud and the roar of the frenzied skeleton that didn't stop for a moment.

One winter, he chased after the Fever Skeleton, trying his best to regain the hatred, but unfortunately, the warrior did not have the skills to quickly accumulate hatred, and his sword slash could only leave a few white marks on the skeleton of the Fever Skeleton just like other people's attacks.

"The day is about to fade, and the darkness will come forever......

The chanting suddenly sounded from behind him, and Wu Yi's heart moved, and he jumped into an excavated tomb.

A circle of white light flashed from the Fanatic Bone Greatsword, instantly enveloping a radius of ten yards.

There was a brief silence, and a cloud of blood mist rose from the melee team, and boom! The thief fell to the ground with a negative charge, followed by two more warriors...... With the exception of one winter, the melee combat around the Feverish Skeleton was not spared.

Wu Yi crawled out of the tomb and looked at the miserable situation on the ground in shock, at this time, a certain winter had already pulled back hatred, and there were heavy casualties in melee combat, except for him and a certain winter, there was only one paladin left who had just not rushed to the front.

Wu Yi sighed, the level 15 lord is too strong, and the players in the team are generally less than level 10, so it is a matter of time before the team is wiped out like this.

Under the constant attack of the ranged class, the health of the fanatical skeleton has dropped to 7268/10000, but the next problem to face is far more severe than the casualties of melee combat - the priest's mana is almost empty.

There is nothing worse than this, without the support of treatment, a certain winter will not be able to resist for a few seconds.

The magic is still roaring, and a series of arrows are constantly being shot, silent, everyone's silent output, and the frustrated feelings are really difficult to vent. Finally, a priest ran out of mana, and he sighed and sat down on the ground with a dejected expression.

One winter, the amount of blood began to decline, and the amount of healing for a priest was simply not enough, and this priest was probably about to run out of blue.

"Extinguished!"

A wry smile appeared in the winter of one year, and the silver broken hair was stained with a lot of dust, "Mingyue, you use the return stone!" ”

"Wait!" Wu Yi shouted, and at the same time, the frequency of the attack accelerated, and a dozen extremely high damage fell on the fanatical skeleton, splashing a string of sparks.

The fanatical skeleton let out a howl of pain and turned to slash at Wu Yi.

"Don't stop attacking from a distance!" One winter, his eyes lit up, and he immediately raised his sword to follow.

Wu Yi flew around the cemetery, instantly throwing the fanatic skeleton a few yards away, and only his speed could escape the pursuit of the fanatic skeleton. The fanatical skeleton chased out more than ten yards, the hatred loosened a little, and the huge skeleton turned around, and was about to rush towards the crowd in the distance.

Wu Yi turned back and made up for a few swords, angering the fanatical bones again. Due to his connections, only half of the original combined team of TB and Dawnwings remained, and the team output and healing were understaffed. At the moment, he can only try his best, but he can't go to the next dungeon, and in the end, he didn't even put down a boss.

Fanatical skeletons wield their greatswords tirelessly, and the entire cemetery was devastated. The roar of magic went from dense to sparse and then dense again, finally knocking the feverish bones to less than half of their health.

The two priests were almost at a loss of mana, and one winter they came up again to fight for hatred. Blocking, slashing, and slashing, and then slotting, the fanatical skeleton had to stop and vent his anger on the guy in front of him.

Wu Yi gasped for a while, even if he was so sensitive that the fatigue value was consumed very slowly, he couldn't help such a high-intensity exercise. Turning back and going up again, Wu Yi controlled the frequency of the attack, trying not to cause the hatred of the fanatical bones to shift.

The Fever Skeleton's HP slowly decreased, and its attacks were no longer as sharp as before. Twenty yards away, the ranged class poured out its last mana, 2107/10000, and finally saw the light of day.

Just as the blood volume of the fanatical skeleton dropped below two thousand, the huge skeleton suddenly opened its arms, and its whole body was covered with a miserable white light, and a familiar but somewhat strange chant came out of his mouth.

"The day is about to fade, and the darkness will come forever, and lowly men need to learn to crawl at the feet of our Lord......"

A lightsaber rained from the sky, its gigantic Cheng dù far exceeding the height of a fanatical skeleton at five yards.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Yi jumped into a grave pit without hesitation, showing his head and seeing that his teammates in the distance were still stupidly looking at the lightsaber in the air. Wu Yi suddenly shouted: "Jump into the grave!" ”

It's a pity that it's still a little late, except for a certain winter, the bright moon is like frost, and a few mages who saw the opportunity quickly jumped off the tomb nearby, and the rest of the teammates were all swept away.

The white wheel of light sliced through the air, and in a burst it spread to the burning caveman village, far from being comparable to the skill of the previous ten yards radius, this time, there was nothing protruding within a hundred yards, and even the mound of earth on the edge of the grave was flattened. The dust was flying like a torrential rain.

The fanatical skeleton opened its arms, as if embracing his so-called dark faith, but it was clear from his torn skeleton that this thing was finally running out.

Zealous Skeleton (Undead) Level 15 Lord, HP 1793/10000 (Weak)