Alas......

Zhou Qingfeng sighed softly and looked down at the breastplate that was in harmony with Arcie. There is a '2' drawn in clay on the armor. After sighing, he wiped the number off, crouched down on his knees and got a little dirt from the ground, changing the number to '3'.

That's right, this is the third time I've hit Ciric. The first time he didn't withstand the onslaught of the nobles, and the second time he didn't win against the red dragon Alatis. The two resurrections cost more than 7 million bonds, and there will be no fourth time in a short period of time.

Looking at the vast dark night ahead, there is still a big boss waiting for you.

Healy rides the Shadow and catches up with Sophia and Erin. The goblins gathered around their masters' heads and quarreled with each other. But Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand at them, "You don't have to follow, the opposite is Ciric, and I can go with Arcie." ”

With Alcee's body, Zhou Qingfeng's posture is more than two meters and his strength is more than twenty. Through the optimization of materials, the closed structure armor can unilaterally release magic, but it is basically immune to magic, and is not afraid of rust attacks.

But this is only limited to Zhou Qingfeng.

The maids knew that they were only a drag when they went.

The goblins stopped singing and landed on Erin. Healy hugged Zhou Qingfeng and wished her man a victorious return. The imaginary Sophia stubbornly passed through the armor's Mithril barrier and merged with her master.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't say anything goodbye, only grabbed the mirror shield, took the 'Breaking the Evil', and strode into the darkness ahead. Only a hundred meters ahead is the outer fence of the original noble camp, but this place has become a ghost.

Rotten poisonous mushrooms grew from the wooden horses, and looming ghosts flashed from the tattered battle flags. Fierce spirits roamed the camp, crawling, burrowing, or drifting, feeling the breath of the living and swarming up.

The two vampire banshees were the fastest, swooping forward with a shrill howl. Its withered arms have long nails, just waiting to cut through the body of its prey, and drink the blood.

With a casual blow, the blade of the sword pulled out a shining light, easily hitting the soul of the vampire banshee, scattering it. Followed by a group of hellhounds, pounced and bited, circling back and forth around Zhou Qingfeng, looking for the possibility of attacking.

Zhou Qingfeng's heavy sword was very clumsy, it was just a simple horizontal and vertical split, and the hellhounds that approached him were often cut in half before they could react.

Behind them, several huge corpse monsters were surrounded. It's a random splicing of the corpses of different monsters, like the beginner's craft of a crappy tailor. The stitched lines are ugly like centipedes, ugly and weird.

The corpse is tall, heavy on its feet, and clutches with inexplicable clubs and stones in its hands as weapons. They spit yellow foul-smelling gases and threw large rocks at them.

In addition to the corpse sewers, there are hundreds of undead converging. Ciric converted all the noble servants who remained in the camp and used them to besiege and kill.

'War Trampling'!

Zhou Qingfeng, who was slowly moving forward, suddenly accelerated, producing a sonic boom that spread out of thin air. He raised his shield and rammed into a corpse creature, the force of the impact knocking the stitched pieces apart.

The sonic boom stirred up dust, like a churning wave on the ground. The surrounding undead were instantly torn, dismembered, and turned into a mess like rags in a sonic boom.

Several other corpse sewers were also staggered in the sonic boom, unsteady on their feet.

After the impact, Zhou Qingfeng ran again, accelerating, jumping, and slashing. He rests on top of the grotesque head of one necrosh, then stands on the deformed back of another, or stomps on the festering shoulder blades of the next.

When Zhou Qingfeng crossed the barrier of these undead, the bodies of several corpse sewing monsters gradually disintegrated, and the stitched parts fell off from each other, reverting to foul-smelling and rotting corpse pieces.

Everything seems to be casual.

The combination of sword and shield continued on its journey.

Aratis crouched in front of the golden-topped tent, the puppet possessed by Shirek stood on top of the red dragon's head, looking down condescendingly in the deep darkness of the night.

At the feet of the red dragon, Inisa's hands were clenched, and tears rained down. When she saw the man striding towards her, she sobbed and said, "You shouldn't have come here." ”

"I've heard this opening line, I've heard it many times." A man's deep voice came from under the closed armor. He waved his hand disappreciatively, "The next thing is my business, you can leave." ”

Zhou Qingfeng passed by Inisha, not looking at the woman much. He saw Nasser. The gray-haired old knight fell to the ground with a blackened hole in his chest.

Alas......

"Ciric, I'm coming." Zhou Qingfeng walked in front of the red dragon, and he didn't forget to taunt, "Alatis, your so-called pride has been trampled on top of your head." ”

The red dragon's scales were covered in scars, some healing and some not. The corners on the top of its head were broken, and they were cut alive by Zhou Qingfeng with a sword. In the face of ridicule, it glared at each other but did not speak.

The wings of light appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng, slowly flying to the height of Hirek's eye level. The puppet controlled by the 'Dark Sun' became thin and pale, with a black sword in his hand and a cold gaze.

"Victor. Hugo, it's rare to see you again. I thought you'd die halfway through. ”

'Ciric's gaze was fixed on the '3' on Zhou Qingfeng's breastplate, "Why do you have the habit of writing numbers on your armor?" I think I've seen it before. ”

Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "Ciric, you really talk a lot of nonsense. ”

Before he finished saying 'a lot of nonsense', more than a dozen black thin stabbing swords suddenly flashed out from Zhou Qingfeng's front and back, left and right, as strange as penetrating space.

Zhou Qingfeng's wings had already flashed, and the mirror shield in his hand was taken off and turned into several shields to protect the surroundings, blocking all the thin stabbing swords that came from the surprise attack. He himself rushed forward, 'breaking the evil' back and forth, and the sword rays several meters long were intertwined into a net.

The figure of 'Ciric' disappeared directly, and Alatis rushed up to continue to fight Zhou Qingfeng. The hurried dragon language built multiple defenses, including a breath.

Ignoring the red dragon's high-temperature breath, Zhou Qingfeng crashed into it to break through his opponent's defenses and slashed Alatis in the neck with a sword. The heavy scale armor on his neck was cut off, and the red dragon screamed loudly in pain.

"Damn reptile, why are you hitting me? I'm not your main opponent. ”

At this time, 'Ciric' appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng, and stabbed him in the vest with a sword. Zhou Qingfeng waved his wings and turned around like an uncertain prophet, not only knocking away the opponent's sword stab, but also throwing several 'dimensional anchors' out in one go.

'Ciric''s rating was too high, and the 'Dimensional Anchor' that blocked the teleportation didn't work. 'Dark Sun' habitually plays backstabs, missing a hit and disappearing immediately.

Zhou Qingfeng used the power of the 'Ciric' sword stab to accelerate in reverse, and rushed to Alatis again, holding the opponent's claws, cutting a hole in his dragon wings.

Alatis screamed into the sky and scolded angrily, "Victor. Hugo, why do you keep beating me? If you have the ability, you can fight the 'dark sun'. I'm just a mount now, just a mount!

What kind of hero is bullying me? ”