"Whew, whew, whew!"

Arrows covered the sky like "dark clouds" and flew towards the bridge almost like stars at night.

"Jingle!Dingdong!Jingle!Ding!"

These arrows used to pierce armor can take all lives wherever they fall. The arrow, like the tip of the Grim Reaper's scythe, pierced through all the armor and obstacles in the way, and even left huge holes in the bridge.

The arrows had no emotion, they whizzed down, volleying again and again, killing all the soldiers who remained.

Soon, there was no one on the bridge. The enemy soldier who had just been wounded and weeping and weeping had now died even more. Each corpse had a ton of arrows strapped to it, and the white feathers made them all look like hedgehogs.

The silver masked rider stared at the figure.

Finally, what he wanted to see happened—the demon finally stopped moving. The arrow pierced every part of his body, and he looked like a huge chicken, and the feathers on the arrow were sticking out. Soon, with a "clank!", the sword and shield fell from his hand, fell to the ground and disappeared, and with a "snap", the figure finally fell to the ground.

"Dead, hahaha! finally dead...... He's finally dead!"

The knight in the silver mask trembled, and he laughed maniacally. He bent down and cried, continuing to laugh, not knowing whether he was happy or sad. Until the end, he fell to his knees and laughed. His voice became hoarse and full of madness, and his laughter turned into crying......

He grabbed the grass standing on the hill with his hands, and tears rolled down his silver mask.

Finally died.

The man is finally dead.

But his three thousand elite troops also ended. Not only did they suffer heavy casualties, but the surviving soldiers were scared to death. They no longer had the courage to step onto the battlefield with a weapon. What annoyed him even more was that he had lost more than half of his personal black knights, who were all one-star fighters, not to mention that the three-star warrior Landers was also killed in battle.

The knight in the silver mask was pushed to the brink of a nervous breakdown by the beast.

On the battlefield, when the enemy soldiers saw that the man had finally fallen, they all clung to their necks and gasped for breath, as if death had let go of their grip on their lives. The mountain of pressure in their hearts was finally lifted, and the shadow of death disappeared. Some of the enemy soldiers went crazy. They laughed as tears rolled down their faces.

Before that, they could not imagine that one person, only one person could destroy an entire army.

The Mystic Mage was enraged, but when he saw the devastated expression on the Silver Masked Horseman's face from a distance, he held back his anger and decided not to argue with him anymore. He thought for a moment, changed his expression, and ordered a few stunned soldiers next to him, "You guys, move that corpse to my tent." ”

The majesty of a mage summons the soul of a soldier who is on the verge of collapse. Soon, a pair of strong soldiers rushed to the corpse filled with piercing arrows, lifted it, and followed the mysterious mage back to his tent.

The corpse was heavy. With destroyed metal armor and arrows, it weighed nearly three hundred pounds. Several enemy soldiers carrying the corpses were sweating profusely and did not even dare to look at the corpses. The killing sensation coming from the corpses was shattering their souls, causing the soldiers who followed the mage to tremble uncontrollably.

"You can go now. No matter what happens, don't let anyone come in and disturb me. ”

When they arrived at a dark and gloomy tent, the mage ordered the soldiers to place the corpse in the middle of the tent and let them leave. The soldiers, feeling pardoned, rushed out of their tents, as if fleeing for their lives. The air in the tent was filled with the smell of dampness and mold, vaguely mixed with the smell of decomposing corpses. Strangely shaped sharps and bottles hung everywhere. The whole place was like a slaughterhouse, and not a single enemy soldier wanted to stay there for a second.

The mystical mage closed the tent's curtains. He also carefully placed several small defensive magic arrays at the entrance as security measures. Then, a blue flame flew through his hand and lit the brazier that hung in the middle of the tent. Blue flames flickered faintly. Despite the fire, the tent was full of cold and everything was creepy.

"Whew, whew, whew......"

The mystic mage's laughter sounded like an owl. As he gazed at the corpses on the ground, a greedy light shone in his eyes. He muttered to himself, with a little regret: "It's a pity that we couldn't capture him alive...... Luckily, I got some immortal magic, and maybe I could figure out the secret to the conversion ability by dissecting his corpse. Whining...... With this secret, I may be able to break through the four-star ranking bottleneck that has been bothering me for years and move up to five-star. Ascension to the moon is no longer just a dream, hehe!"

He laughed hoarsely. He bent down, unable to wait any longer, he touched the armor on the corpse with his withered bamboo-like fingers, and was about to take off the armor and begin dissecting the ......

But when he turned the corpse so that it was facing up, and put his fingers on the clasp of the armor, his smile froze, and his face was shocked like never before.

Despite his strength and thoughtfulness, the mysterious mage trembled with fear.

Not because he was timid

If someone sees a corpse suddenly smiling at them, they will freak out. The mage's nervous response was normal.

"You...... No way...... Are you still alive?"

The magician shouted, as if he had seen a ghost, but he soon trembled in fear.

What happens when a terrible warrior and an unsuspecting mage get so close? A dense cloud of energy emerged out of nowhere and began to spread rapidly throughout the tent. The mage wants to protect his body, like a drowning hapless guy trying to climb up a small piece of floating log. For mages, it is almost an unconscious reaction that they must use their magical powers to protect their fragile bodies.

A series of obscure syllables floated out of his mouth, but ......

"Bang-!

Fei's punch stopped the mage's efforts to protect himself. The low spell was cut off, as if someone was strangling a crowing rooster. Then, the black cloud of energy suddenly disappeared.

The mage's mouth widened.

Transparent saliva and white saliva spurted out of his mouth, and he was still muttering majestic incantations in his mouth just now. He clung to one part of his body, his crotch, and had an expression of disbelief on his face, like a virgin who had been attacked.

"Damn, so the Dong are really the most vulnerable part of men!"

Fei Xiaozi laughed and waved his fists, thinking shamelessly. Although he smiled, he did not forget to seize the opportunity, he jumped up and kicked the mage in the crotch again.

After that kick, the mage's body stiffened. A low, hoarse roar resembled a beast of death came from his throat, and he fell to the ground. The black cloak fell from him, and a thin skeletal face appeared. He was pale and skinny, and his skin was tightly pressed against his skull. Not even a single hair grew on his head.

The poor four-star mage's face turned from white to black and then to green due to the fight on the vital parts of his body...... The powerful four-star mage burst into tears of pain. He squatted and rolled on the ground like a boiled shrimp, but soon fainted.

"Damn, play dead like me?"

Fei Zhen couldn't believe that he had taken care of a four-star mage so easily. To make sure that this "human bone" was not pretending to faint, he walked up to the mage, and after thinking for a few seconds, he spat on it, smiled evilly, and kicked the mage in the crotch again.

I heard a "pop" sound, it seemed to be a bit of a "pop".

"It looks like he really fainted. ”

Fei breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves relaxed as the mental stress vanished. He felt much lighter and sat down on the floor and took a deep breath.

Everything went so smoothly that it was far beyond Fei's expectations.

During the battle, after seeing the enemy's powerful archers appear, Fei suddenly had an idea - to fake his death. He has a layer of heavy metal armor and can also summon level 12 barbarian armor - especially the Arctic Fur in Arctic Gear. This armor has a strong defensive ability, and with two layers of armor, surviving under arrows is not a big problem. In the next step, only if Fei Neng enters the enemy base and suddenly attacks the four-star mage, he has a fifty or sixty percent chance of killing this powerful mage.

Fei Lao was worried about how to approach the enemy mage for a sneak attack, and he knew that the mage was really unfortunate and was seeking death. He ordered the soldiers to carry Fei's body into the tent in an attempt to "obscenely" touch Fei.