"Be careful." The Grand Magus suddenly let out a low sigh, and then buried his head on the ground, motionless, the faint air flow on his body constantly pulling wisps of necromantic breath, making the two of them almost merge with the ground.

"Click!" A white light with a slight metallic luster shone through the ground, and then the two of them saw a white bone palm break through the ground and prop it up on the ground.

This seemed to be a signal, and then countless bone claws broke out of the ground, which was extremely hideous and terrifying in this dark environment.

Immediately after, those bone palms supported the ground, and countless skeletons broke through the ground and crawled out of the ground, and for a while, countless dark blue soul flames appeared around the two of them.

Most of the skeletons had long swords in their hands, and the blades had a few notches in them, and even the intact parts were no longer sharp. Although the swords shimmered with metal, it was still visible that they were made of the same material as the skeletons of the skeletons, as if the knives had been forged from their own bones.

But there are also a small number of skeleton warriors, the soul fire burning in their eyes is particularly strong, and they hold in their hands a staff forged from white bone, the staff has distinct bones, and three sharp claws extend from the very top, clenched together, and clenched a gray crystal.

The crystal wasn't very beautiful, at least in the eyes of the Grand Magus, it was full of flocculents, not pure, such a gem was used to make staffs, even some junior magicians would be very disgusted, and only those apprentices who had just embarked on the path of magic would use it.

"Skeleton Mage! How are there so many! ”

The Great Magus was secretly frightened in his heart, you must know that such a thing as a skeleton belongs to the lowest level of existence in the sea of the undead, and to put it mildly, it is cannon fodder.

And the only exception is this kind of skeleton mage, although the skeleton mage with only a small chance of being born is not as capable of releasing various spells as human mages, but only undead missiles, after reaching a certain number, they are very terrifying.

After all, the only advantage of skeleton warriors is their numbers, however, the sea of skeletons that lack long-range abilities are often wiped out on a large scale by cultivators with air superiority.

Even some strong human beings who can't fly can use the terrain and attack range advantage to wear down countless skeletons.

The skeleton mage with long-range ability makes up for this shortcoming, although the chance of birth is low, but the base of the skull sea is large, even if the accuracy is not high, but tens of thousands of missiles are covered, and the power is amazing enough.

What's more, there are thousands of skeleton mages that the Great Magus has just sensed just now, and each of them has reached the level of a human beginner mage, and this is only a part, the entire Valley of the Dead does not know how many skeletons there are, and there are at least tens of thousands of skeleton mages.

With so many French units, they can form a complete combat unit, and only as a long-range firepower supplement unit, it is simply incomparable to the combat effectiveness of a complete mage legion.

As long as it is led by an undead lord, an army of tens of thousands of skeleton mages can burst into an incomparably powerful combat power, and it is not limited to undead missiles to wash the ground.

"Click." With a loud voice, the attention of the archmage was drawn away, and the paladin somehow let go of his grip on the warhammer, stretched out his hands, and directly crushed the head of a skeleton warrior who was crawling out from under him.

Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but cry and laugh, I don't know how many skeleton warriors are sleeping in the valley, just lying on top of the place where a skeleton sleeps, whether it should be considered too good luck or too bad luck.

"Click, click, click!" Countless skeletons walked in the same direction together, and for a moment countless bone knuckles echoed through the valley.

It's not that there are no skeletons passing by the two of them, and there are also skeletons that almost stepped on the two of them, but these skeletons that are too unlucky were all crushed by the paladin and extinguished the soul flame.

After a long time, the sound of the bone joint gradually faded away, and the Great Demon Master's heart moved, and the eyeball condensed by the spiritual power on the top of his head opened, and kept scanning around.

"It should be okay for the time being, the mage's eye can't catch any traces of the existence of the undead, what should I do, should I keep up, or retreat now?"

The paladin groaned for a moment and sighed under his breath.

"Tens of thousands of skeleton mages, a legal unit of this size is already worth using the Divine Judgment or the Mass Forbidden Spell to scout the exact location and strive to wipe out the vast majority of the undead with one blow."

"Wait a minute, I'll leave a guide mark."

As he spoke, the paladin crouched up, clenched the rod with both hands, and put the hammer head down on the ground, and then his hands trembled slightly, and a faint flash of holy light flashed, leaving a bright silver swastika on the ground.

He lifted the hammer and reached out to wipe it on the mark, and a flash of holy light lit up in his hand.

"God says that those who do not believe in God will be enlightened in the light, and those who are guilty will be burned away from their sins by the flames, and those who are wicked, blasphemous, will be destroyed in the wrath of God."

The prayers stopped, and faintly, a small man of light in the shape of an angel fell from the paladin's body and merged into the silver-white sigil, the cross flickering continuously, as if it really echoed the distance.

The paladin pondered for a moment, reached out and wiped it on the warhammer, and after the Mithril cross embedded in the warhammer trembled slightly, the entire warhammer disappeared directly into the air.

"Alright, let's go."

The Archmage nodded, picked up his palm and stretched it, revealing the bracelet on his wrist inlaid with a cyan spar, and his mouth was full of words, as if he was chanting some incantation.

The spell was not long, and within a breath, there was a faint stream of air blowing from not far away, surrounding the two of them.

The paladin could feel as if the current of air had slightly offset the weight of his armor and shield.

"I can only use this magic in this environment, for a maximum of ten minutes, and hopefully the skeletons don't go too far."

The magician whispered a word, then clutched the magic wand in his hand, crouched slightly, and moved forward in small steps.

Although both of them move in a half-squat, because of the bonus of wind spells, their speed is not weak, and they are much faster than most high school students running fifty meters.

The valley is huge, just for ordinary people, but for the two strong men who are about to step into the holy throne, it is nothing at all.

With the full power of the Holy Throne exploding, it was easy to destroy a planet the size of the moon.

"This!"

Suddenly, the magician's footsteps froze, and he was stunned in place