Stay alive! Then fight back to kill the monsters!

Perhaps because the brave men's enthusiastic actions moved him, Zhao Zien felt uneasy in his heart for a while, and it didn't feel good to be chased by witches and monsters.

"Let's go! Hold on! Realizing that the brave man he was supporting was gradually heavy, Zhao Zien couldn't help but "chuckle" in his heart, and there was a bad premonition hovering in his heart.

"I'm not leaving." At this time, the wounded who had been fleeing in all directions stopped, and they glanced back at Zhao Zien and the other three less serious braves, with a serious tone in their tones: "Listen, run away, run as far as you can before the witch finds it, and staying by your side will only be an obstacle for you, so don't care about us." ”

"What do you say? If I leave like this, I will feel uneasy! ”

Zhao Zien stared at the backs of those brave men, hating his skills very much, obviously he has healing skills, why can't he use them for the braves?

A sense of helplessness arose, and this feeling of helplessness made Zhao Zien heartbroken and helpless.

"Run!"

The soft touch covered the back of Zhao Zien's hand, and he lowered his head, a hand stained with dark red blood was grabbing him, ready to push him away.

Zhao Zien held that hand with both hands.

It's slightly warm, with a slightly sticky palm.

"I'm staying to help you, I want to help you."

Zhao Zien said, his voice slightly hoarse, sounding more like a pleading.

"Are you going to give up the superpowers you've been able to get your hands on?"

The brave men hesitated, if they resolutely let their companions go, at least some people would survive.

"People, always have principles, treat people as cannon fodder, I can't do this kind of thing."

Zhao Zien didn't know why he suddenly wanted to stay and fight together, obviously he was not a good person in his own world.

Maybe it's the influence of the environment, right? There are enthusiastic children all around, and he can't help but be angry.

"We're here!"

Hearing Zhao Zien's words, the remaining three brave men also gave up their plans to continue to flee for their lives.

Although they were summoned to this world by the gods, because they would not really die, they would not be too afraid even in the face of strong enemies.

Because they were all teenagers, because their worries were not so deep, and because of their temporary uneasiness, they gave up running away and chose to deal with the witches head-on.

"Huh? You guys didn't run away? It's really a stupid decision, obviously you can't beat anyone, and staying will only lose your life in vain. ”

The witch's leisurely voice came from far to near, in the woods, the sound of squirming footsteps replaced the sound of insects, and the torches of the lizardmen illuminated Zhao Zien's location.

"What the hell do you care?"

Well, these monsters don't seem to know that the brave don't die?

Zhao Zien had a bunch of questions in his heart, but he still stubbornly replied.

"Really, it's hard to be dead ~ It's so cute.

The witch in the gothic skirt was confused about Zhao Zien's attitude, and her cute big eyes blinked, with a faint blankness.

"Go away, I'm going to unleash the undead and corrupt them all."

The witch in the gothic skirt moved her fingers, her palm was very small, her pale skin was not bloody, and a black mist lingered in her palm, which seemed to be a black mist, and if you looked closely, it was actually a roaring undead, because there were too many of them, the undead were layered on top of each other, forming a very strong spherical shape.

The lizardman monsters who surrounded Zhao Zien and his party trembled one by one after the witch's order, and quickly retreated, for fear that one would be swallowed by the undead if it was too late.

In fact, the lizards are more afraid of witches than of the brave.

They have been with the witch all year round and obeyed the witch's dispatch, but they know very well that the witches' personalities are very strange, and there are very, very many lizardmen who have died at the hands of the witch.

What about being afraid? What about fear? In the face of absolute strength, they can only be obedient and obedient, obediently being a pawn.

The only thing to be thankful for is probably because the combat effectiveness of the lizardmen is too low, and the serious team of the demon king rarely accepts the lizardmen into the team, as long as the battle in one place is over, the surviving lizardmen can take the opportunity to leave the demon king's patrol

……。

The brave men were armed with weapons, wary of the witch in the gothic skirt, and also wary of the black mist condensed in her hand, they could clearly feel the terrifying pressure behind the mist, and even hear the roar of the undead.

The undead are a kind of monsters, they float in all corners of the world, a single undead is not a big enemy for the brave, but a group of undead mixed together, it is a big problem for the brave who are still novices.

Looking at the black mist, Zhao Zien felt an indescribable unhappiness and irritability, he seemed to be able to understand the hatred of the undead, this disgust for the living corroded his heart little by little.

"Hold your mind and don't look directly at the spirits of the dead, they will channel negative emotions in people!" A loud shout sounded in Zhao Zien's ears, and suddenly dispersed Zhao Zien's sudden negative emotions.

"When the witch throws the undead, we immediately attack the witch's ......."

The brave man's words have not yet been finished, the witch in the goth skirt has already thrown the undead over, she doesn't like to wait for the brave to discuss the plan and then shoot slowly, the previous combat experience told her that giving the enemy time is to give herself trouble, not to mention the brave This kind of headache creature, give them a few minutes, inexplicably you can make a set of battle plans, and it's very strange, just a few minutes, everyone seems to be very clear about their battle positioning.

The Gothic Skirt Witch didn't know that because of the special plate mode of the brave, they divided the "warriors" according to their skills. Mage. Tank. Command. Although novices may be in a hurry, high-level warriors have long been accustomed to the battle mode, and they can quickly stabilize the situation with whichever person they team up.

To be precise, the monsters fought too freely, and after facing the brave team, the chances of defeat were much greater.

After the undead were thrown out, they no longer obediently shrank into a ball, they suddenly smashed open, covering the sky with black fog, and the overwhelming undead shrouded the heads of the brave, they were like hungry wolves, simply pounced on the weak prey.

This kind of undead alone is not a threat at all, and even has little influence on the mind, but as long as they gather in the thousands, their terrifying abilities are revealed.

The heroes seemed to have made up their minds and instilled their strength in one of the brave men with a spear of ice.

"Attack!!"

Although his heart was shaken because of the relationship between the undead, the Ice Spear Warrior still did not stop his steps, holding the cold spear, and ran towards the witch with a firm step, at the same time, the wind magic and the ice magic also appeared on the left and right of the brave, helping him block the invasion of the undead.

"What a naivety!" The Gothic Skirt Witch sneered disdainfully, she couldn't see where all the power was gathered on the same person, but this power was still too weak, and she could easily destroy it with a snap of her fingers.

I really don't know where the gods found so many Tie Hanhan.

They are not afraid of life and death, and they like to fight against the water.

Well, if you can solve the person with one move, will the remaining brave men show a desperate expression?

Before making a move, the witch in the goth skirt suddenly had such a thought, as soon as she thought of this, the whole person trembled with joy, shook her shoulders, and looked at the ice spear warrior who was not afraid of life and death, and her lovely eyes were transformed into oozing blood little by little.

The feeling of ruining hope must be wonderful!

The girl in the gothic skirt smiled very sweetly, she raised her hand, and blocked the ice spear with her fair, delicate and delicate palm.

The brave man holding the spear frowned, and quickly adjusted the direction of the attack, although he is just an ordinary level 20 newcomer brave, although the sense of battle is not strong, but he has been blessed with agility, attack power, and defense power, he can already play a high-speed attack that is difficult for level 40 braves to make.

In normal times, the spear warrior would be amazed by the strength, but now he has to deal with a witch,

A witch who is many, many levels higher than herself, and a small boss who will be finished if she is not careful.

Having the strength of this body made him feel the heaviness of his heart, every step, every attack, every fight, his heart fluctuated.

Although as a summoned hero, he has no special feelings for these witches, or aborigines.

In such a desperate situation, he naturally has a very big emotional dislike for the witch, and this disgust has become the motivation for him to attack the witch.

It turns out to be so heavy to be given high hopes! It was so heavy that every step, every attack, had to be careful.

The spear warrior finally became disturbed by the undead, and his mind gradually became turbulent.

When he hesitated, the witch's small hand covered the brave man's arm first, and the black mist was like a vine, quickly wrapping along the witch's small hand to the brave man's arms, hands and feet, and ......neck.

The cold touch of the "vine" also carried the roar of the undead and the burning sensation of black magic, the brave man's eyes widened slightly, and before he could struggle, the "vine" tightened suddenly, and his hand holding the ice spear suddenly spread out, and with a "clang", the spear fell to the ground, and a beautiful ice flower bloomed on the ground, and the brave man next to it was swallowed by the vine and turned into starlight.

The witch in the gothic skirt was not surprised by this result, she raised her head, and was about to admire the collapse and even despair expressions of the other brave men, but unexpectedly, when she looked up, she saw a black-haired boy hiding in the place where the spear warrior had disappeared.

This young man's ability is very weak, and he is not even a threat at all, how dare such a person walk in front of the witch?

The Gothic Skirt Witch hesitated for a second, and in just that second, the boy's hand fell on her head, and green light bloomed on the Gothic Skirt Witch's hair.

Rich green, the glow is warm and beautiful.

"What's that? Deteriorate? ”

The Gothic Witch could feel the effect of that green light.

It's just that the effect of this green light is not as threatening to her as the Ice Spear Warrior's level of danger.

"Doesn't it work when you run out of mana?"

Zhao Zien calmly withdrew his hand under the witch's gaze, and sighed, he was a little unwilling, it seems that his journey to another world has ended here!.

In fact, at the same time as he withdrew his hand, the witch's black qi had also spread to his body, piercing into his ......flesh and blood.

It doesn't hurt to be fatally attacked.

Zhao Zien glanced back at the remaining braves, and under everyone's panicked gaze, he smiled and waved his hand to the braves, turning into a starlight .......

The starlight floated in mid-air, and finally floated to the upper realm where the gods lived, where there were temples of various gods, some luxurious and some simple, no matter what kind of gods they were, they always had countless means of controlling the soul and mortals.

The temple of the god of healing is very ordinary, just a simple building, with no garden, no fountain, and no so-called complex.

When the starlight regathered into a human form, Zhao Zien landed at the door of the pure white temple, he looked at the door of the temple with complex workmanship, hesitated for a moment before pushing open the door and walking in.

I don't know when the temple has changed its appearance, there is no empty appearance when Zhao Zien first came, as far as the eye can see, there are all daily necessities, food and game consoles, because the lighting of the temple is very good, Zhao Zien can even see things in the distance at the door.

It seems to have been cut into more than a dozen living quarters.

"The natives of the Nether realm would probably be disappointed if they saw such a temple!"

Using spit to relieve his nervousness, Zhao Zien walked slowly down the aisle.

In the temple, his footsteps were so distinct that they could even be heard.

"Oh~ I didn't expect you to be eliminated so quickly, I still sent someone to send you equipment!"

In the middle of the temple, which is cluttered with clutter, a handsome young man in a white suit sits on a sofa and plays with a crystal ball.

After seeing Zhao Zien, the young man was first taken aback, and then showed a regretful expression.

"I'm the only one in the healing camp, how do you think I'm not eliminated?"

Thinking of the messy things he had in another world, Zhao Zien was very upset and angry at the healing god in front of him.

"It's okay, I can still bring you back to life."

Mo Chuchen knew that Zhao Zien had resentment in his heart, but he smiled and said seriously: "I summoned you, naturally because, I only need you alone." ”

"Just me?"

Zhao Zien was a little confused, he didn't have anything outstanding since he was a child, worthy of the gods' attention.

"Yes, your mission is not only to defeat the Great Demon King, but also to eliminate all the brave ones.

Therefore, there is no need for extra brave men in my camp, and you will not die easily. ”

Mo Chuchen stood up, threw the crystal ball on the sofa casually, and then put his hands on Zhao Zien's shoulders and looked directly into his eyes: "Zhao Zien, you are the person I chose, I have high hopes for you~." ”

The hands of the gods did not have a trace of warmth, and even a little cold, Zhao Zien was silent for a moment, and looked directly at Mo Chuchen's smiling eyes: "I need to know the truth!." ”