Life is always full of all kinds of surprises, so life will become colorful.

Zhang Dali didn't expect it to be so difficult to go up the mountain, and he didn't expect that the necromantic dragon he saw did not inhabit the top of the mountain, but lived halfway up the mountain of Pallas.

He had thought that a tall creature like the Necrosaurus must have lived on the highest place, and if he had followed this idea, he would most likely not have been able to find the Necrodragon's lair for several days, after all, Mount Pallas was so big that it needed to be climbed, and it was full of monsters.

Fortunately, since he was randomized to the hidden profession, Zhang Dali's luck has been so good that he has exploded, and the huge Pallas Mountain has not been able to hide the lair of the necromantic dragon, but he was easily bumped into by him, and he didn't take any detours.

The terrifying cavern, which is bigger than a football field, lies halfway up the mountain, so dark that it is difficult to see what is going on inside, and from a distance it looks like a bloody mouth, as if it wants to devour everything.

The cold wind mixed with the incomparably strong smell of corpses whistled through the entrance of the cave, and Zhang Dali couldn't help but bend over and vomit with disgust.

Tormented by the stench, Zhang Dali wanted to stop breathing, or give him a device that could filter the smell.

Forcibly endured the nausea and walked to the entrance of the cave, and the invisible coercion that followed him suddenly increased several times, so oppressed that it was difficult to open his eyes, and his body involuntarily began to tremble slightly, and it was difficult to take steps.

This is the truth that comes from the senses, and it is the natural reaction of the weak in the face of the strong who is difficult to defeat, just like the weak little white rabbit feels the threat from the goshawk.

Zhang Dali was sure that there must be a terrible creature in this cave, and this creature must be a necromantic dragon.

Cheering up and withstanding the pressure, Zhang Dali entered the cave.

The wind in the cave was very strong, and the sound of whimpering wind filled his ears, like the sharp noise of the microphone after being affected by magnetic force, which made Zhang Dali's teeth sour and irritable.

The wind was also very strong, blowing so strongly that Zhang Dali's whole body seemed to float, forcing him to hold on to the craggy rock wall and move forward slowly.

The yearning for the necromantic dragon made Zhang Dali overcome everything.

Of course, what really makes Zhang Dali able to continue to move forward in such a harsh environment is that he knows that this ** will not be in real danger, nor will it be fatal.

It will not be fatal, it is the biggest guarantee and the most powerful confidence.

Walking slowly all the way, about seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Dali suddenly saw a colorful light like neon, very dazzling and bright.

The dim vision suddenly became dazzling, as if several colorful lights with extremely high wattage suddenly lit up in front of him, and Zhang Dali hurriedly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Although he couldn't see what was emitting such a brilliant light at all, Zhang Dali confirmed that it must be the lair of the Necromantic Dragon. Because the dragon clan has always liked to treasure glowing things in their caves, and to be able to shine so brightly, it must require a lot of gems and other items.

Obviously, this necromantic dragon had collected a lot of good things, which made Zhang Dali immediately give birth to a desire, a desire to catch all the treasures collected by the necromantic dragon.

"You were killed by Neores."

"Sub-Ao." Instantly appeared in the cemetery in a soul state, and Zhang Dali, who still coveted the treasure of the Necromantic Dragon, was suddenly pulled back from fantasy to reality, making him speechless for a moment.

He had no idea how he had died, but he knew that he had definitely been killed by the Necromantic Dragon.

Calling out the map light screen to check the location of himself and the corpse, he found that the distance was not far, and it could even be said that it was quite close, Zhang Dali immediately ran up the corpse.

In the corpse state, it has a 30% movement speed bonus, and it is not affected by any weather, coercion, etc., which is much easier than entering the necromantic dragon's lair when it is alive.

It didn't take long for Zhang Dali to run to his corpse.

Zhang Dali did not immediately revive, but trotted forward for a while until he reached the deepest part of the cave.

According to the coordinates, Zhang Dali was able to calculate that the deepest part of the cave was nearly a hundred meters away from the location of his corpse, and twenty meters was the casting limit range of skill copying, and it was also the attack limit of most ranged classes.

According to the experience of previous online games, this limit range should also be the limit that the ordinary attack of the Necromantic Dragon can reach, and the skill attack may be about ten meters away, at most not more than twenty meters, otherwise it will be too terrifying.

Zhang Dali didn't know if the Necromantic Dragon had killed him with a skill just now, or if it was just a casual general attack, but he could deduce the approximate length of the Necromantic Dragon, and he could also judge how far the Necromantic Dragon would not be from his corpse, and it was even within the cast range of the skill copy.

With a number in his heart, Zhang Dali quickly ran back to the corpse and chose to resurrect in place, and at the moment of resurrection, Zhang Dali sprinted towards the cave while raising his hand to perform skill replication.

"You were killed by Neores."

There is no message in the system message that the spell copy failed, which means that the spell copy failed, and the reason for the failure is most likely due to insufficient cast range.

Thinking that it seemed to go deeper, Zhang Dali ran to the necromantic dragon's lair again.

Neatly chose to resurrect, Zhang Dali once again sprinted two steps into the hole, and at the same time, the skill copy was also a quick shot.

"Sorry, your skill failed and your proficiency increased by 0"

"You were killed by Neores."

This time, the system can be regarded as the news of skill replication, although it is a failure, Zhang Dali is still very happy, because it means that he only needs to keep resurrecting and constantly casting skill replication.

However, the situation is not optimistic enough, after all, it takes nearly ten minutes to run a corpse.

You can only perform one skill copy in ten minutes, which is much more time-consuming and laborious than standing at the entrance of the village and casting a skill copy in front of Salem. If you're unlucky, it's estimated that it will take a few days or even a dozen days to copy a skill, or if the necromantic dragon stays in the cave.

Fortunately, Zhang Dali, who had already foreseen that copying the Necromantic Dragon skill was definitely a difficult project, had long been ready to fight a hard battle.

In fact, being able to perform a skill copy in ten minutes was much more ideal than he had imagined.

In Zhang Dali's previous plan, once every half an hour was his bottom limit. It's only ten minutes now, and it's just wonderful for him, it's just good luck.

When you are in a speculative profession at random, you must have the mentality of a speculator, prepare for the worst, and look at the greatest interests, Zhang Dali is in this kind of psychology at this time.

Of course, what really pushed Zhang Dali to dare to give up the opening time of Dahao Lu to desperately copy the Necromantic Dragon skill was the 60,000 yuan.

If there is no 60,000 yuan to support him, Zhang Dali really can't let go. Even after seeing the Necromantic Dragon for the first time, he had a fanatical idea in his heart that he must copy the Necromantic Dragon skill, but that was just a thought, and in the face of reality, Zhang Dali was a person who could easily retreat.

Without 60,000 yuan, he estimated that he would have dispelled the idea of copying the Necromantic Dragon's skills a long time ago. With 60,000 yuan, Zhang Dali was willing to gamble.