A little grandmaster!

Appeared in a small village near the border!

And led countless turbid ghosts!

And there is only one first-order combat position in this village that is already old, and it is still an auxiliary combat ......

Extinction!

While Old Nader was thinking, he didn't pay attention, and the two turbid ghosts instantly tore through the defense line and pounced into the circle.

With a flick of their claws, three more villagers fell.

The old village chief roared angrily and waved the staff in his hand, and the residual spiritual power in his body frantically poured into the staff in his hand without reservation.

This staff has not been opened for decades since it retired from the battlefield, and the staff that has been hanging on the bedroom wall is full of silvery white light.

Silver thunderbolts erupted from the tips of the staffs and slashed at the heads of several of the cloudy spirits.

The turbid ghosts that were chopped, except for one that was larger, the other heads, without exception, wailed and planted on the ground.

Judgment Thunder!

The most common attack vector used by low-ranking priests.

"Oh!?"

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows, and a playful smile leaked from the corner of his mouth: "It's kind of interesting......"

"An ant-like first-order priest can actually kill several turbid ghosts of the same rank, yes, this is not like the guys who have been killed in the past and only know how to hide in the back! In your words, to fight back to the death, or... Even a worm will turn? ”

Suddenly, he clapped his hands and walked down from the air step by step.

"Huh!" The old village chief looked at the handsome face that wanted to be punched, took a sip, and scolded: "You know an egg!" ”

The old village chief, who has always been Sven on weekdays, doesn't give him a good face, and scolds when he opens his mouth.

He has also been on the battlefield, and few of those who can survive the battles can continue to be sven, and swearing words without choice is the standard for veterans.

"Bang Bang!"

Applause.

Suddenly, with a smile inside, he looked at the old village chief like a dead man: "Some of us have played." ”

The old village chief, who had always been a little ugly and panicked, calmed down at this time, and suddenly said: "Young people, let's go, if you can run one by one!" ”

After speaking, I was afraid that they would not understand, so I named a few names in a row.

He didn't lower his voice at all, he knew that at this distance, it was impossible to hide from a little grandmaster, so he simply opened up and said it.

The big turbid ghost who was struck by the thunder of Old Ned's trial, but had nothing to do, heard it, and was about to pounce on it with a roar.

But suddenly, only one look passed, and it shivered again, and fell down honestly again.

"I don't understand what's the use of you fighting for this?" Huri says:

"But I'll allow you to run five... No, ten minutes, it's just a matter of dying a little early or dying a little later, I can afford to play. ”

"Village chief ......" A young man who was pointed out on the side subconsciously shouted: "Fight with him!" ”

Your best friend will die in front of you!

The young man looked angrily at the handsome purple-haired man, and then turned to the village chief.

Until he was pressed on his shoulder by a big hand, and when he turned around, he was a very old man in the village, not a few years younger than the village chief.

The old man's face was as usual: "Let's go, we have to leave some fresh blood for the village, just a few of our old guys stay." ”

Several young people looked unbearable.

The old man smiled slightly, leaking out a mouthful of half-missing yellow teeth: "Go ahead." ”

"Let's go."

A man behind him grabbed the young man's body and wrapped his arms around him, and several of them ran away.

"You're damn, that's your dad!" The young man looked at the face that was firmly pressed against him, which was five or six points similar to the old man with a missing half-tooth, and scolded angrily.

……

The young man's indignant scolding faded away.

The half-amputated old man also restrained his smile and beckoned, "Okay, brothers, let's go together in the last line, and buy some time for the old ghost Ned." ”

Several old men gathered around Old Ned to form a circle again.

"Take it out, old fellow, there's no next time, don't hide it anymore, let us see it." An old man said with his back to Old Ned, with a spear in his hand outward.

Old Ned silently took out a small milky white ball from the inner pocket of his bosom and crushed it vigorously......

"Ned, although you didn't die this time, you should have stopped at the first level in this life, but it's a good thing, you can go home and marry a daughter-in-law! This is also a commemoration of our brothers in the past few years. ”

The grim-faced captain solemnly placed the expensive spirit bead in Ned's hand on the hospital bed, closed his hand tightly, and then turned around and walked out of the tent:

"But I hope you don't need him all the time."

……

All the people who go to the battlefield, even if they sleep, will hold his weapon, all these years, the staff has been idle on the wall, but the spirit bead has never left the position of old Ned.

Priests, you can have a staff without spiritual power, but you must not have spiritual power.

A priest without spiritual power is only better than an unarmed ordinary person.

The spirit bead shattered, the spiritual power bloomed, and Old Ned could feel that the empty body was rapidly filled with spiritual power.

The captain died on the battlefield less than a year after he left, and this spirit bead has been carried by himself for more than thirty years, and it has lost its original luster, and more than half of the spiritual power in it has been lost.

Feeling the shriveled spiritual power "river" in his body due to serious injuries, he has been flooded with seventy-seven eighty-eight.

The village chief, who was called Little Ned back then and is now called Old Ned, took a deep breath: "Captain, I've been waiting for ...... for a long time."

Sharp!

The spear head in the old man's hand next to him glowed white in turn.

Fortify!

The body function is reversed, and there is a feeling of being more than ten years younger.

"Old ghosts, slow down!"

The half-toothed old man laughed, and with a flick of his spear, he pointed at the handsome alien man directly opposite.

However, an ordinary person, with a bit of sky-high arrogance, did not take the little grandmaster opposite in his eyes at all.

It's as if he is the little grandmaster, and the alien race on the other side is an ordinary person.

And as the half-toothed old man laughed, the battle horn was officially sounded.

It's no longer like before, three or three are harassing each other.

This time, countless turbid ghosts rushed from all around and pounced on the several old figures who were surrounded in the middle.

The spear in the half-toothed old man's hand was like a shovel shoveling the ground, shoveling towards the turbid ghost who pounced.

But the muddy ghost turned nimbly, bypassed the head of the gun, and bit at the old man.

The old man, who was far from each other in terms of speed, coordination, and combat skills, subconsciously raised one arm, blocked it in front of him, and sent it into the mouth of the turbidity, while the other hand let go of the spear, felt out a sharp dagger at his waist, and inserted it into the turbidity.

It was not clear if there was anything in the dark eye hole, and the old man did not push hard at it, but aimed it at his neck at the beginning.

The dagger without the Blessing of Sharpness is a little less sharp in front of the Turbidity's tough skin, but it is still able to break through the skin.

Stir, pull out, and prickle again!

The old man's face was frantically repeating this action again and again to the cloudy ghost who bit his arm.

The arms were bitten off by fangs, and the chest and abdomen were gouged open by sharp claws, leaking internal organs.

The dagger also swept up in the confrontation.

However, the turbid ghost with several blood holes in his neck also fell down and lost his life.

The severed arm belonging to the old man in his mouth also rolled out.

"When I was a child, I was chased by dogs, and when dogs chased you, you can't run, after all, mad dogs are also afraid of crazy people."

The old man smiled, leaking out half of his yellow teeth!