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The jungle is full of undead skinners. The scarlet eyes and miserable white bones all show that these undead skinners are very different from ordinary undead skinners.

With a pale face and a blank mind, Sylvia fled like a corpse to the Mavina tribe, thousands of miles away. I knew that these damn demons had set a trap, so why did they rush to grab the merit before. Fortunately, it is now the best outcome to be able to ensure that half of the people escape back to the tribe.

These special undead skinners are quite fast. The Skinners are originally a demonic race with agility. They are nearly twice as fast as a normal skinner.

In less than a few hundred meters, the army of undead skinners had caught up with the tail of the team. There was a sharp swishing sound, and the dense bone blowguns weaved a large net, and fiercely cut a large piece on the tail of the team.

More than 30 Amazons fell victim to the first ones. The dense bony blow arrows did not have any gaps at all, and flew like a wall. They immediately screamed and fell, their backs densely covered with blow arrows, and soon they were red with blood.

Sylvia and the others were even more flustered. Inevitably, there was confusion in the ranks. There is only one thought left in everyone's hearts now, which is to escape back to the tribe as soon as possible, relying on the still intact wooden wall to block these undead skinners.

But their doom is not over. Soon a hundred more burning souls floated out of the jungle. They are mixed in with the army of undead skinners, and although their flying speed is not fast, they can't stand the ultra-long-range attacks of others.

There was a series of soft sounds, and nearly a hundred white and blood-colored lightning flashes instantly crossed a distance of several hundred meters and disappeared into Sylvia and the others. In an instant, more than a dozen Amazons fell victim to it.

In just a few minutes, more than 40 people were lost. Sylvia was in a terrible mood. I thought I could take advantage of the situation to get a lot of credit, lest the benefactor support Eco to ascend to the throne. As a result, stealing chickens and rice was not a recipe for it, and she could even imagine how the Amazons would privately scold themselves for their incompetence once they fled back to the Mavina tribe.

The screams that rang out one after another deeply stimulated the hearts of the Amazons. The fear of death came to my heart. They were all valiant Amazonian warriors, but they were also ordinary women. Under the high level of nervousness, they subconsciously followed the crowd and ran wildly behind Sylvia and other members of the Sakaram Revival Society.

But the Immortal Skinners were far faster than them.

In just a few minutes, more than forty Amazons were killed, and the army of undead skinners bit the tail of the team. Amid the screams of wow, one Amazon after another fell screaming. If viewed from above, the white army of undead skinners is like a plague that frantically eats away at this team of less than a thousand people.

Sylvia heard the screams behind her, and her heart was extremely painful. She immediately stopped and shouted, "Willy, take them back!" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Sylvia resolutely turned and rushed towards the army of undead skinners behind her. She has put life and death on the line. It's all self-inflicted. Then let yourself atone for it.

Seeing Sylvia turn and rush to the rear, the Amazons who had fallen behind woke up. Immediately ashamed of their cowardice, they turned and followed Sylvia to meet the army of undead skinners behind them. Everyone is determined to die and is determined to buy time for the other people to escape.

In an instant, the skill flies. The sudden blow immediately stalled the momentum of the undead skinners' army of charges. The nearly 100 undead skinners at the forefront were killed on the spot, and a self-explosion occurred.

Dense bone spurs crisscrossed and rained down on the team of less than a hundred people. The self-detonation of the undead skinners was really powerful, and the dozen or so Amazons who rushed to the front were killed by dense bone spurs on the spot.

"I can't die yet." Sylvia struggled to get up from the ground. She was covered in blood, and her face was horribly pale. She had just rushed to the front, and the undead skinner's self-detonation had almost completely overwhelmed her. Fortunately, she is different from other professionals, her life is not low, otherwise only the self-explosion of these nearly 100 immortal skinners would be killed in seconds if she was replaced by any ordinary professional. Even if you are a professional in your fifties or sixties, I'm afraid you can't bear it.

Poof, spitting out a mouthful of blood, Sylvia's face finally got a little more blood. She staggered behind the remaining Amazons, raised her hand with difficulty to clasp her crossbow, and launched an attack on the undead skinners in front of her.

Unfortunately, there are only about 70 of them left. In the face of tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of undead skinners, this number is simply a drop in the ocean. Soon, a near-endless army of undead skinners forcibly devoured the team.

With a pain in her body, Sylvia barely managed to squeeze out a wry smile and fell to the ground softly. She looked at the oppressive sky, and her consciousness began to blur. She couldn't help but laugh bitterly to herself. In the end, I was so anxious that I made such an unforgivable mistake.

"Please forgive me......" Sylvia slowly closed her eyes, a hint of bitterness on the corner of her mouth. In a trance, she saw her past.

The same hard training, the same prayer.

She suddenly realized that her life was so simple. For twenty-five years, I have been living this monotonous and boring life since I became sensible. She gradually understood why Claudia had recommended herself to take on the hidden mission, and why Claudia had broken away from the organization and joined Camp Rog. It must be much happier to follow that benefactor than to be in the organization.

Gradually, the screams in her ears became quieter and quieter, and Sylvia smiled bitterly reluctantly, putting aside all distractions and quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

"May God forgive me for my recklessness."

At that moment, there was a loud bang that suddenly brought her consciousness back to consciousness. She barely opened her eyes in surprise, and at a glance she saw a lone figure waving a giant battle staff, standing not far away and constantly sending out various skills.

Fireballs flew in all directions, and occasionally a meteorite fell from the sky. In a short instant, the army of undead skinners suffered heavy casualties. The three twenty-level fire skills complement each other, and the damage is quite good. Even the lowest-level firebombs only need three or four rounds to take out an undead skinner.

"It's him." Sylvia's eyes widened in disbelief. Even if he is a divine charismatic, it is impossible to stop the undead skinners from blowing themselves up.

When she looked closely, the disbelief in her eyes intensified. The benefactor's body swirled around with crystalline crushed ice grains, fluttering like a fountain. This is an ice defense skill, Ice Shatter Armor?

It seems like...... It seems that the level is quite high. (To be continued.) )