Yang Shou was in a hurry, and he wanted to go over immediately and ask everyone to stop these meaningless discussions, but when Yang Shou's eyes inadvertently swept over the table, he couldn't help but be stunned. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of the table, there was a gold-encrusted topaz magic lamp, which illuminated the whole room with a soft light, bright and not dazzling.

This magic lamp gave birth to a strange sense of disobedience in Yang Shou's heart.

Yang Shouxin said no, this kind of magic lamp is only available in the court and the homes of nobles, because it is expensive to death. With the notoriously iron rooster character of our president, how could he buy such a flashy thing and put it back in the station?

This magic lamp

Thinking of this, Yang Shou's brain suddenly flashed a trace of clarity: No! I shouldn't be here, where did I come from just now? It seems that there is a brass coffin, who cast a spell on me?

In a flash of thought, Yang Shou had already sounded the previous scene, realizing that he had fallen into an illusion, and couldn't help but sink his face.

Damn, after all calculations, I still got hit!

Yang Shou snorted coldly, no matter how realistic these old comrades-in-arms in front of him were, how real they looked, he directly reached into his backpack and held the remaining bottle of Divine Blessing Oil.

After a little thought, Yang Shou determined the location of the corpse witch before falling into the illusion, and then took out the glass bottle like lightning and threw it towards the right front!

"Smack!"

As the white liquid in the glass bottle splashed in all directions, the scene in front of him was like a mirror, and a big hole was smashed out of the broken glass bottle, Yang Shou felt his eyes light up again, and he had returned to the tomb hall.

Yang Shou looked fixedly, everything was still the same as just now, Yang Shou stayed in the illusion for two minutes, but in reality it was only a short moment.

However, the corpse witch who had an unbeatable face before was now covering his face and retreating in embarrassment. The bottle smashed the other party to the ground, and the corpse witch's body seemed to be doused with sulfuric acid, "Ziz! White smoke rose from the ground.

Speaking of which, divine magic is the only way to attack the undead that can make them feel pain, and Ansel's feeling at this time is probably not much different from that of humans being doused with sulfuric acid.

"Ahh

Ansel, the corpse witch, took a few steps back, and in pain, he jerked his head up. The entire upper body and head were stained with divine blessing oil, and the already terrifying appearance became even more hideous, and the soul fire in the eye sockets was beating faster and faster.

Yang Shou didn't have time to appreciate his victory, so he leaned over and rushed towards the brass coffin, while reaching out his broadsword, trying to use the spine of the sword to pick up Caroline's legs and wake up the other party.

At this moment, a red light appeared!

"Crawler, die!"

With Ansel's roar, a fiery red light came from behind him, and the scorching breath could be felt from afar, Yang Shou scolded secretly, and had to brake sharply again to change direction.

"Boom!"

The violent explosion, the deafening roar, and the shock wave of the fireball technique explosion lifted Yang Shou up directly, flying several meters high. Fortunately, Yang Shou reacted quickly, jumped out of the center of the explosion, barely turned over in the air, and staggered to the steps.

The smoke of the explosion quickly cleared, revealing a two-meter-square crater blasted by the Fireball Technique, and the entire staircase was covered with cobweb-like cracks.

However, the floor around the brass coffin was unscathed, shrouded in a shrouded in a shimmering blue light, blocking out the blast wave.

Yang Shou recognized this spell as a phase barrier. The caster covers the target with a barrier and attaches the corresponding magic sign to himself, so that only the caster can enter and exit freely unless the barrier is forcibly broken.

Ansel took two steps forward, stared at Yang Shou, gritted his teeth and said, "You can actually get out of my illusion, you are definitely not a recruit, who are you?" ”

Yang Shouchao took a sip to the side, spit out the dust in his mouth, and sneered.

After all, the corpse witch is not a lich, and the level of magic is limited, and it can create a scene in a person's memory, but it cannot be restored 100%.

For example, the images of her parents, the great knight Allen and his wife, who Caroline saw in her dream before, were only seven or eight points similar to their real appearance, after all, Caroline was too young at that time, and the memories she could dig up were very limited.

Therefore, in some details, the caster needs to fill in the details by himself according to the actual situation.

Maybe Ansel saw Yang Shou's memories and found that Yang Shou's guild was ranked first in the city, and he was going to hunt the Frost Dragon, so he naturally deduced that this guild was very strong, so he added a magic lamp to the table with self-righteousness.

God testifies, at that time, Yang Shou and his friends were poor jingles, and all their belongings were used to build guilds and buy a fart magic lamp~

"I'm your father."

Yang Shou smiled at Ansel, Ansel trembled with anger, and then rushed forward again with his sword.

At the same moment, under the stairs, at the two entrances to the hall.

More necromantic creatures poured out of the entrance, like a swarm of roaches with vigorous vitality, almost drowning the dozen or so black-armored knights blocking the doorway!

Ansel's strength was not enough to summon so many undead, but this tomb was built by the Ansel family for hundreds of years, and there are many summoning circles in it, which have been activated, and the necromantic creatures in the entire tomb will be activated.

Beasts that strayed into the tomb, buried family members, and otherworldly creatures that had been summoned in the past swarmed out.

As time went on, skeleton mages in robes began to appear in the army of the undead, and occasionally powerful and thick-skinned zombies appeared, and the cavalry felt more and more stressed, and inevitably got injured.

However, the morale of the cavalry was not affected in the slightest, and the wounded were surrounded in the middle, while the others continued to do their best to block the gate and prevent the undead army from breaking through the pass.

It's just that as the number of people decreases, it is inevitable that monsters will begin to bypass from both sides and rush towards Yang Shou above the steps like crazy.

"Sting!"

Jian Yang waved his sword, and the two zombies in front of him were cut off at waist level, bursting out of a black liquid, with a foul smell and an unpleasant smell, and he almost frowned when he saw it.

Turning around, Jane saw a violent explosion at the top of the steps, and Yang Shou's sword glow that emitted a dazzling red light, which was entangled with Ansel. It's just that it can't be attacked for a long time, and the pressure on the cavalry team here is increasing.

Come on, Yang Shou!

……

A puff of white smoke drifted by, and Yang Shou narrowly avoided the ice ring on the ground, and was once again forced back by the other party. After such a delay, the other party had already summoned a fierce wolf again, roaring and pounced on Yang Shou!

"This guy has a fireball spell, a law spell, the air wall has been used since the beginning, the phase barrier has been used on the brass coffin, and now there is an ice ring ......"

After the strenuous exercise, Yang Shou was a little out of breath, staring at the corpse witch not far away, and quickly silently reciting the spell cast by the corpse witch in his heart.

It's been 1 minute since the battle was triggered, and it's almost at the limit of the cavalry team's persistence, but Ansel's class level is below level 10, and the spells he can cast are very limited, so it should be about the same.

Yang Shou rubbed his sore thighs, stood up and slashed the wolf with a sword, and took a deep breath.

Come on, let Lao Tzu see what other tricks you have!

Ansel became more and more angry, and finally lost his patience in the face of Yang Shou, the unbeatable Xiaoqiang, and after a lengthy spell, a portal was opened in the air.

A strong smell of sulfur came out, followed by a head with flame ashes and horns emerging from the portal.

Yang Shou subconsciously licked his lips: Damn, this Ansel, the old ancestor has been slaughtered by demons, you still dare to summon it?

Out of the portal is a small fire demon about the size of a human, but twice as wide as a human!

The rickety's body was covered with embers, and he carried a huge tiger head hook in his right hand, and there was only a small black hole in the position of his eyes, and when he breathed, sparks kept spurting out of his fanged mouth, with the unique killing aura of demons.

Summoning a demon, Ansel also looked a little tired, and the soul fire in his eye sockets became noticeably smaller.

"Kill him."

Ansel pointed at Yang Shou and ordered in a low voice, with a cruel smile on his face: "I like to see the desperate expression on the face of the weak the most, that is the spiritual food that I can't refuse, I will let you see with your own eyes in a while, how your comrades-in-arms have become my servants!" ”

"Roar!"

The little fire demon brandished his weapon and raised his head to the sky and roared, striding towards Yang Shou, and the stone steps that shook "knock" sounded.

Yang Shou's face was solemn, he lowered his body and held the sword with both hands, and the broadsword was swept towards the lower abdomen of the little fire demon from the bottom up.

"Dang!"

The tiger head hook and the broadsword collided hard, Yang Shou was shocked and "smack" took a few steps back, and there was a sharp pain in the palm of his hand, and he grinned in pain.

Damn, I already knew to buy some potions against demons from Hoover, this is much tougher than ghouls!

A few seconds later, the cavalry team at the gate has been surrounded by the army of the undead, and can only form a defensive formation to delay time, but it seems that it can't hold out for long!

The little fire demon looked up to the sky and laughed, dragged the tiger head hook and strode up, and raised his hand to fight!

Yang Shou rolled sideways to dodge, narrowed his eyes, and was ready to fight this low-level demon desperately. At this moment, a white light flashed from the right side of Yang Shou's field of vision, accurately stabbing the little fire demon's head.

"Roar!"

The little fire demon's ears were sharded off, and it roared in pain, slapping the ground frantically.

"You go and save Miss, I can't break through that barrier!"

Jane, who was carrying a narrow-bladed sword, stopped in front of Yang Shou and looked back at Yang Shou, his eyes full of hope: "You can save her, right!" ”