Letting go of the hands that crossed to protect his chest, the old mountain monster grabbed the gap in the spell cast, and strode towards the consuming source of the consuming source through the ring to condense the ice blade again.

At most, the skeleton soldiers who were at the level of his chest desperately blocked the way, but they were all swept down by the mountain monster with a casual wave of their fists, and their heavy steps sounded like a death knell, and Cell's faces suddenly tense and turned pale except for Freel.

At the critical moment, Thorin stood up and took out an iron shield from behind him from the Bone Knight, the surface was full of deep ravines chopped by swords, and it was estimated that it would not have much effect to resist the brute force of the mountain monster, but in order to buy time and let Cell's prepare his spells, the brave warrior still chose to stand up.

Thorin was encouraged by Mandy the Wanderer, a notorious wall-to-wall skewer with a skeletal dagger that he had secretly hidden, with gravel sharpness on both sides, and almost crouched behind the mountain monster with the cover of a dozen skeletons in front of him.

"Boom ......"

The overwhelming brute force poured down on the tattered iron shield, and the mountain monster used only an ordinary straight fist to slam Thorin who dared to stop him, and even the man and the shield slammed backwards.

He slid deep marks on the ground, constantly retreating backwards and relieving his strength, and finally he couldn't maintain the balance of his body and fell to the ground, his hands were already broken as expected, and this was the price of the wild brute force that resisted the mountain monster's angry blow.

"Hey!"

Mandy the Wanderer backstabbed, but he didn't jump high enough, and the bone dagger only landed on the mountain monster's waist, but only stabbed through the freshly peeled cowhide skirt.

"Hmph!" the mountain monster was slightly injured, but he still couldn't tolerate the sneak attack of humans, and swung his left hand back at will, but kicked his right foot back unexpectedly, a trick he remembered with his body when he was a young man.

Mandy's inexperience against the enemy dodged the mountain monster's left hand, but he was kicked by his powerful right heel, and his body crossed a parabola in mid-air and landed on the far grass, seemingly so badly wounded that he fell and never got back up.

Holding the rotten hand, Friel had to step up, she saw that Cell's icy blade was about to take shape, and she didn't want him to fall short.

The old mountain monster saw the strange mace that exuded a cold cemetery atmosphere, and his intuition told him that his tough and thick skin could not be stopped at all, and he regretted that the stick made of wood was not around, and his little eyes kept peeking left and right, but the following goblins did not dare to get too close, causing the old mountain monster to have a brute force, but there was no way to use it.

This mountain monster who could not hinder his wisdom, he casually stretched out his left hand to grab the lumbar spine of a skeleton soldier, and his right hand swept downward, and put together the two whitish femurs.

Such a cunning way of fighting caused the inexperienced Freel to suffer a big loss on the spot, and if she hadn't put up her rotten hand in time to block it, she might have ended up worse than Mandy the Wanderer.

However, the strength is not at all crushed on a horizontal line, and even Freel, who is making protection, is flying out with a creative blow from the old mountain monster.

Finally, when it was the turn of the target human spellcaster who had to be killed, the mountain monster picked up the skeleton and swept left and right, cutting down the undead around him like a grassy mowing, ignoring the icy blade aimed at the eye, and taking a step forward with his left foot, his right leg without enough strength, and a kick full of revenge.

"Smack...... Syllable...... Smack" Cell's icy blade swirled and struck the mountain monster in the eye, but he was so experienced against the enemy that he lowered his head in advance to dodge, so that enough spells to graze his scalp, except for a few strands of mane-like hair, nothing was achieved.

Flying high, Cell's was caught by a pair of strong hands, and the undead knight Triss galloped all the way to the battlefield without stopping, and the only undead creatures that could keep up with the speed of the undead horses were seven ghost wolves, which followed Aldrich's orders and attacked the mountain monster from different directions.

"Well done, my knightly squire. ”

Strengthened by the zombie axe and the amplification of fragile skin, the ghost wolf plays the slow old mountain monster around, tacitly dodging, alternate cover, and pulling hatred, coupled with the indistinguishable appearance of the ghost wolves, even the undead knight himself can sometimes be confused, let alone the old and dizzy mountain monster.

Two rounds of dry bones swept in a row, and five fresh wounds were added to the body again, and the ghost wolf transformed by the spiritism of the undead knight at the altar of sacrifice contained a strong negative energy in his body, and his claws as sharp as a sword were thus infected with rotten toxins, even if the old mountain monster was far beyond the physique of ordinary people, after all, he was no longer young.

The wound that opened at the edge changed color at a speed visible to the eye, and the foul-smelling green pus mixed with the blue blood of the mountain monster continuously took away his physical strength, and the area of the wound became more and more numb.

Knowing that he would not be spared, the old mountain monster who had gone through a long life took a deep breath and prepared to burn all the little life he had left.

Sensing the danger coming, the goblins ran away again in embarrassment, and sedly split up, frightened by the more ferocious ghost wolves, and did not listen to the orders of the wilderness heroes who had recruited them.

Aldrich put down Cell, who was not lightly injured, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Freel, who was struggling to get up, Thorin who was unharmed, and Mandy, a cunning wanderer who pretended to be dizzy, and put up the banner of heroes behind him.

Ride the undead horse and charge towards the old mountain monster who is about to explode its tricks, and use the horsepower to raise the zombie axe, and the cursed blade looms like a shadow.

The ghost wolf sensed the high-purity negative energy that destroyed the undead form, and scattered in all directions in a panic to avoid it, and Tris, who had no scruples, slashed from the top of the mountain monster's head to the fat plum-shaped belly.

The rock-patterned lumps and gravel-like nodules could not hold back the rusty axe, like leather slicing through the razor-sharp scissors with ease, revealing decaying flesh beneath the tough skin.

The scythe-shaped curved blade of the handleless came as expected, between the physical and the illusory, and the invisible blade formed by the extremely high concentration of negative energy slashed the head to extinguish the fire of life of the swaying mountain monster, even the souls soaked in the power of nature.

The burly mountain monster's eyes rolled white, and due to the drag of its fat belly, it fell to the ground with a bang, and the undead knight dismounted without hesitation, pressed his right hand on the mountain monster's thick back, and suddenly cast a spiritualist spell.

Once such a talented and beautiful person is transformed into an undead, he will definitely surpass the ghost wolf and become a powerful servant of the second-order zombie-like undead creatures at the pinnacle.

It stands to reason that it would be more appropriate to leave the corpse of the mountain monster at the sacrificial altar of the ancient castle, but Tris couldn't wait, and a formation similar to scarlet alchemy appeared in his right hand, constantly turning slowly, and wisps of blood seeped into the fresh corpse everywhere.

"Thirty percent chance of success, don't give me a chain at a critical moment with a talent for spiritualism. ”

Aldrich's silent prayer seemed to work, and the back muscles of the mountain monster's corpse writhed like a python, gathering under his palm and rising high, and the dark green skin gradually faded into yellow and brown, like the withered leaves of late autumn.

The thick hair on its body quietly fell off, and it struggled to stand up, the mane on its back fell more to the ground, and because of the zombie axe slashing its head, its left eye widened and its right eye squinted a little. Looking down on the high-level undead knight, who is also his own creator, the newborn mountain monster zombie is on one knee on the ground.

The system prompt appears: Unnamed, zombie, second-order undead, wandering mountain monster from the wilderness, base lethality 28-43, defense 78, health 300, additional hero equipment bonus, lethality 32-50 (modified), defense 96 (fixed), health 335 (modified), can be equipped with mountain monster exclusive weapons. Skill 1, Savage Hammering, which requires a heavy blunt weapon to increase the lethality by 20%, and Skill 2, Ranged Throwing, throwing the object you carry into the line of sight, and the lethality fluctuates up and down depending on the weight, 12-18.

Aldrich looked at the blank name, and then at the giant zombie's big and small eyes, and suddenly remembered the puzzle game he had played in his previous life, and set a new name according to his bad taste - Gagantel.

The swift ghost wolf collects the corpses of the goblins and places them at the feet of the undead knight, and Tris transforms them all with spiritualism in one go. As expected, except for the dark-skinned goblins blessed by the bloodthirsty spell, the rest of the corpses all lost their flesh and turned into small skeletons to replenish the troops they had just lost.

The ghost wolf continued to pursue, and the goblins, who scattered in all directions, had to hope for the wilderness hero standing alone on the hill and spontaneously approached him.

Looking around, it was just an unexpected encounter, not only did it lose the greatest combat power, but even the goblins were reduced by more than half, only a handful of six were left, and they could flee at any time.

The grim-faced Wilderness Hero, with tears of humiliation in his eyes, knowing that without a strong follower and unable to defeat the undead under the command of the many undead knights on his own with a war song, he did not hesitate to turn like the wind and prepare to flee back to the hidden Wilderness Tavern.

But the best time to escape had been missed, and the faster ghost wolf had blocked his escape route, and in desperation, the Wilderness Hero once again took out his tambourine, beat the fixed rhythm fiercely, and chanted another war song.

His singing voice is like a mountain forest shrouded in darkness of night, the murmur of the trees swaying its branches and leaves with the night wind, the harmony that echoes in his throat, like a porous rock, a fissure of a cliff, blown by a gentle morning breeze, and a dream that seems to wake up.

A light brown aura fell, thin earth elements gathered, and the skin of the six grinning goblins, starting from the feet touching the ground, gradually changed into thick rock armor.

They were like heavily armed knights, daring to roar at the ghost wolves, but undead creatures who only listened to the orders of the undead knights were not afraid of the murmur of these green-skinned monkeys.

Moreover, with their physical strength after a long battle, it seemed that even normal walking was a problem after their skin turned into rocks, and it was clear that the Wilderness Heroes, who were skilled in using at least two types of war songs, had forgotten the relevant taboos in a hurry.

The enemy hero was besieged and guarded by the undead, Aldrich came to the front in a relaxed mood on the undead horse, glanced at the other party, blue-green skin, strange trumpet-like ears, surprised and delighted, and blurted out a name.

"Shrek!"

"Huh?" The wilderness hero was surprised to find that the other party actually knew him, could it be that his name had been widely circulated, not only did he have some snickering joy and a certain hopeless expectation, thinking that the other party would know about it by virtue of his name, even if he became a servant and a servant.

"Fairy tales, games, movies, this world of All Souls' Day, which is somewhere between the unreal and the real, is getting more and more interesting, and it seems to have some kind of connection with me. It should be no problem to engage in an undead version of the industrial revolution here. ”

The undead knight unexpectedly swung his axe and slashed horizontally, and a huge head flew up, squeezing out a flattering ensemble of almost smiling faces that froze on it forever.

Aldrich reached out and grabbed the head of Shrek, the native of the swamp, and pressed it back to the same place to perform the spiritualism again, this time without any success, but the corpse did not change, instead creating a thin two-page book of animal skin.

The inheritance of the altar sacrifice, special items (mutilated), the prestige of the Beamon Orcs, the sacrifice hero of the Wilderness Oath, learn the Beamon War Song in the way of wisdom enlightenment, and can recruit neutral creatures in the wild, and the success rate is increased by 50%.

"Hmm! Half to half chance, no wonder the whiteboard orc hero who is empty-handed and has no weapons equipped with any weapons can recruit mountain monsters, and he is also an old and refined shaman, so it is too cheap for him. ”

Slaughtering goblins with their own hands and immobile in rock-skinned armor, their souls imbued with resentment and hatred are coveted by the spirits.

Their inherent ghostly form, damaged by the roar of the forest that burned life of the elderly mountain monster shaman, was now an opportunity to make amends.

After quickly approaching, the withered face of the Yin Soul quietly dispersed, as if producing some kind of whirlpool-like suction force, taking away the excess emotions of the goblin's soul. All the anger and hatred became the food of the ghosts, and along with the spirit of the goblins, they were also torn apart and sucked separately.

"Aha! After a few battles, it seems that I have accumulated enough experience and started to advance, according to the normal growth direction of the Yin Soul, it should be a resentful spirit that absorbs life force, but under my influence, there may be other promotion modes. ”

The scarred hands were as thin as ever, the fingers were slender and powerful, and even the nails were like the claws of a wild beast, and they not only sucked the emotions of the undead, but also seemed to be slightly affected by the only living undead knight Tris.

"Good fellow, the Shades have become Dementors. ”