Although the zombies are iron-skinned, they are not completely flawless. Zombies have soul fire flashing in their eyes, and the center of the eyebrows is the place where the soul fire is stored, and the center of the eyebrows is their most fatal weakness.

The elven archers, relying on accurate archery, constantly shoot feathered arrows into the eyebrows of zombies, stirring up their soul fire.

Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, controlled the dragons, repelling the zombies' charges again and again, and won a more favorable distance for the elven archers to release their arrows.

The claws of the Athlon can only leave a bloody mark on the hard body of the zombie, and it often takes two or three attacks to cut a zombie. Zhang Yuan mainly relied on the burning attack of the Flame Dragon to slaughter zombies.

A hundred flaming dragons, with elven archers, can destroy more than a thousand zombies, which is quite easy. After a few minutes, the ground is left with a large number of zombies without dead energy corpses, and the battle is over.

"Whew! The undead creatures in the vicinity have been killed by us, so let's rest in place and don't wander around. Zhang Yuan let the Earth Snake Dragon lurk underground around him, acting as his scout.

The elves lifted their guards, and they all sat down on the ground from exhaustion. These elegant elves have never experienced such a series of tragic battles, both mentally and physically, they can no longer bear it.

Zhang Yuan shook his head and smiled: "You elves, the most suitable is to live carefree in your own forest, to participate in this kind of killing and death place, it is self-inflicted, if you don't get it, you will lose your life." ”

"Don't be sarcastic about us. If you hadn't angered Beda Anred, the situation wouldn't have been so severe. The eighth prince of the elves, Bai Dage, said evilly.

"You're stupid, this killing will happen sooner or later. It's just that I've catalyzed it a little bit to make it come faster. Zhang Yuan's words were sharp.

Yaphora wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, and just now she kept blessing her companions with the blessings of the goddess of nature, which made her magic power lose a lot, and her pretty face turned a little white. She said with a smile: "Brother Zhang Yuan is right, the purpose of this place of death is to kill. ”

The eighth prince of the elves, Bai Dage, gave Yaphora a blank look. Yaphora disagreed, still smiling.

"Prepare for battle, there are a large number of undead creatures rushing around!" Zhang Yuan shouted violently, and a row of flame dragons had already lined up in formation.

The first to discover Zhang Yuan's adventure group was a group of broken bone skeletons. They were four meters tall, cruising with huge bone knives in their hands, and as soon as they found out about Zhang Yuan's adventure group, they immediately rushed over with joy.

Dense skeletons of broken bones surged over like ants, and Zhang Yuan and the others had numb scalps.

Swift Dragon, Flame Dragon, all up. Faced with such a terrifying number of skeletons, Zhang Yuan didn't dare to hold it up. Fortunately, the terrain where they were located was a narrow valley with limited space, and these thousands of skeletons were crowded together in a disorderly manner, and they could not make an encirclement and attack on Zhang Yuan's adventure group.

"Roar! Kill! The belligerent dwarf Kaburu jumped straight down from the speed dragon and joined the battle with an axe.

The orange fighting spirit is surging, and Caburu is like cutting vegetables and cutting grass to dismantle one skeleton after another, unstoppable. The blessing of a goddess of nature in Yaphora was lost, and Kabrou's feet were immediately full of brilliance and strength.

The elven archers were running out of arrows, so they stopped shooting and watched nervously.

Although the defense of the Athlon is very good, it can still cope with this bone-shattering skeleton whose defense is not too strong in the undead plane. The bone knife slashed at the speed dragon's body, and could only scratch out a trace of white marks that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

And what the speed dragon rewarded these weak skeletons with was a sharp and swift claw sweep, a huge mouth bite full of cold teeth, and even a steel whip-like tail, which whipped sharply.

The Flame Dragon's attack was even sharper, with the claws of the Flame attached, and with a single swing, a large number of skeletons were incinerated to slag.

These bone-shattering skeletons. The number is too much...... but not beaten. Seeing the countless skeletons being harvested in pieces, the elves breathed a sigh of relief. The eighth prince of the elves, Bai Dage, said disdainfully: "Broken bones and skeletons are just a bunch of garbage!" ”

Zhang Yuan frowned, and his expression was grim. The scout snake dragon sent a message to him, and a large number of undead creatures were pouring towards the front of the canyon.

The bone-shattering skeletons in front of them are inexhaustible, and if they are attacked again, they will be caught in dumplings.

"How many arrows do you have left?" Zhang Yuanyan asked the eighth prince of the elves, Bai Dage.

"I still have a magic burst arrow, and there are only about thirty ordinary arrows left!" The eighth prince of the elves, Bai Dage, replied honestly.

With more than 30 arrows, how to deal with the bitter battle? Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth, took out a few magic scrolls from the space ring, handed them to Bai Dage, the eighth prince of the elves, and said, "Take it, and use it when you fight...... Archers, in fact, are quite rubbish! Zhang Yuan felt sorry for the magic scroll and complained a little.

The eighth prince of the elves, Bai Dage, glared angrily, and directly turned his head away, not accepting Zhang Yuan's magic scroll. I saw him take out palm-sized leaves from his spatial ring and distribute them to the elves. The veins on the leaves are wonderfully intertwined, and they actually form a formation.

"Isn't it a magic scroll? There are many princes in this book! Not uncommon at all! Bai Dage, the eighth prince of the elves, was very magnificent, and said with raised eyebrows.

Zhang Yuan knew in his heart that although Bai Dage, the eighth prince of the elves, was a little dirty, no matter how he said it, he was also the prince of the elf clan, and he must still have some hole cards in hand.

The elves held a large handful of magic scrolls in their hands, and their confidence also came up, and they were all heroic. Prepare to smash scrolls at the group of bone-shattering skeletons.

"Leave those skeletons alone, pay attention to the front side, there are a lot of undead creatures rushing over!" Zhang Yuan scolded the elves who were about to move.

Bai Dage, the eighth prince of the elves, was suffocated by Zhang Yuan's tone as a leader, and just wanted to refute, but was swept away by Zhang Yuan's cold gaze. At this moment, the sound of messy footsteps sounded, and a wolf bèi adventure group rushed from the intersection on the right.

There were more than twenty people in the group, including a dozen warriors and three mages in robes. The leader was an old mage with a gray beard.

"Be vigilant and watch out for their sneak attack!" Zhang Yuan lowered his voice. In this time of chaos, there must be some adventuring groups who want to fish in troubled waters, and they must be guarded against.

As soon as Zhang Yuan's voice fell, he only felt a warm current surging into his heart, and the brilliance around him floated. It turned out that it was Yaphora who blessed him with the blessing of a goddess of nature.

Although the blessing of this goddess of nature was of little use to the summoner, Zhang Yuan still looked at Yaphora gratefully.

Yapholan's face was weak and pale, and in the face of Zhang Yuan's grateful gaze, she smiled and nodded.

"Oh, everyone, may I ask which great summoner these magical beasts belong to?" The adventuring group had already come to Zhang Yuan's side, and it was the old mage who was leading the way to ask questions.

The elves clenched the magic scrolls tightly and waited for them. "Excuse me, what's the problem?" Zhang Yuan looked at the old mage.

The old mage was slightly bald, and his white sparse hair was mixed with black hair. The blue eyes are shining, and he looks to be at least seventy or eighty years old, but he is full of energy, and he does not feel old at all. On the magic robe he was wearing, a complex magic array was outlined, and there were obvious fluctuations of magic elements in the air around him. It seems to be a high-quality product.

On the old mage's fingers, he wore several large rings encrusted with precious stones. This old man is quite wealthy...... An imperceptible coldness flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

"Hehe, young man, are you the master of these powerful magical beasts?" The old mage was shocked by the Swiftdragon and Flame Dragon that were sweeping through the bone-shattering skeletons, and his face was shocked.

"Yes." Zhang Yuan replied indifferently. "More than a hundred demonic beasts, all yours?" The old mage felt like something was spinning.

"That's right." Zhang Yuan said casually. "This ...... It's incredible! The old mage swallowed, his gaze a little glazed.

In the history of the Dragon God Continent, being able to summon twenty-nine demonic beasts at the same time is called a miracle of genius. And Zhang Yuan broke this record exponentially! For the old mage, this qiē is indeed too shocking!

This old mage originally wanted to destroy Zhang Yuan's adventure group and loot the treasures, but he didn't expect that the other party was actually a perverted summoner, so he changed his original intention.

"Your Excellency the Great Summoner, I am a high-level peak wind mage, you can call me Fincalaan. This is my disciples, Lloyd and Mame Shiran. Their cultivation has all reached the advanced and intermediate level. Those fighters, my followers, are all mid-level and mid-level fighters. Finchalan introduced the members of his adventure group and said, "Now that the undead creatures in the Land of the Dead are rampant, it is better for our two adventure groups to cooperate temporarily.

Fight the army of the undead together! Temporary cooperation? Zhang Yuan observed his words and looks, and had already seen the light of meanness and cunning in Finncaran's eyes. Isn't it a long life to cooperate with this kind of person?