Four scimitars collided with a pair of swords one after another, the scimitars were like a torrential rain and a gale, and the swords were crushed a little embarrassed, always on the defensive side of the battle, tired of coping.

Dozens of rounds later, Barrett found the opportunity to leap back and quit the band. And the white bone Naga, whose arms were wide open, stayed in place and did not chase after him.

Barrett paced back and forth around the bone naga, thinking about how to deal with it.

The martial arts of this undead creature are quite outstanding, and the attacks of the four scimitars are continuous, and even Barrett, whose agility attribute is quite good, can barely keep up with the opponent's attack speed.

What's more, the Death Knight's frost power is difficult to invade the opponent's body. Whenever the cold ice crystals covered the blade of the scimitar, the white bone Naga would withdraw the knife-wielding arm, and then with a sudden shock, the breath of frost would be directly dispersed and expelled.

"Can't you beat it, big uncle?" asked the little ghost, floating to the side.

"Ha, you're kidding, of course not!" Barrett snapped negative, "Remember, when you're doing something, don't forget your original goal, don't let the madness and impulsiveness of the moment fool you." It's the same with combat. He took great pains to educate the little guy beside him, "In every battle, don't forget why it happened, and don't forget the purpose of your sword." ”

"Oh, oh......" The little guy nodded obediently, but his little face became a little confused, obviously not understanding Barrett's theory, "So, what is our purpose?"

"Grab it and ask about some towers from it, not destroy them. Barrett replied, "If it hadn't been so, it would have been pierced through my head long ago." ”

"Do you want Eve's help?" asked the little ghost, "Eve can go around its back to scare it and distract it!"

"No, this skeleton just has a little more hands. I've had a more powerful guy with four arms, and it almost killed me, but I still got the final victory. Barrett smugly, "Maybe I need to be more direct, um." ”

After he finished speaking, he took out a metal helmet with a long curved horn in the middle of his forehead from the spatial ring (Barrett disliked wearing helmets), placed it on his head, and dropped the helmet's visor. Then, once again, he filled his two runic weapons with the power of frost and charged towards the white-bone Naga who had always held on to his place.

"Come on, big uncle!" shouted the little ghost behind him.

Barrett wasn't entirely lying, capturing alive was harder than eliminating, and the Death Knight's full-body armor, while providing him with decent defense, further limited his dexterity and proficiency. Our barbarian adventurers are still used to wearing leather armor to fight, after all, it has been the case for the past twenty years, and they are not very accustomed to the knight's combat style.

'Pain' and 'Despair' easily fended off the two scimitars that slashed into at a rapid pace, but the other two followed. One scimitar slashed at his head, the other at his waist and abdomen. After all, the enemy has four arms, and they cooperate with each other very well.

Barriet's speed did not decrease, he just dodged sideways, and then used the Death Knight armor on his body to resist the opponent's two attacks.

The scimitar left deep marks on the armor, but it failed to penetrate deeply. Barrett threw away the weapon in his hand and slammed into the other party, and the white bone Naga wanted to dodge, but it was too late at this time, and he was knocked to the ground by Barrit, who was like a bull.

The Death Knight held the opponent's head with a cold metal glove, and the sharp horns of the helmet also happened to be against the opponent's forehead. The four scimitars of the Bone Naga slashed and scraped his back, making a cacophony of gnashing sounds that tickled the roots of his teeth.

Barriet pressed against the white bone Naga, the blue flames in his eyes tumbling and boiling. He looked directly into the other's eye sockets and forcibly suppressed the past with his own soul fire, "Obey me, undead! I, the death knight Barrett, will be your new master!"

Immediately afterwards, the flames in the eye sockets of the white bone Naga slowly changed from orange to blue, and although there was a slight struggle and repetition during this period, it did not change the final result.

When the Bone Naga's soul fire turned completely blue and was imprinted with a strange mark in the shape of a 'skull pierced by a sword', it finally stopped struggling and lay motionless on the ground, as if in an eternal sleep.

Did it succeed? Or did it just die? Barrett wasn't sure.

He had only tried to capture an ordinary zombie before, but at that time, he only used coercion to apply it slightly, and the zombie immediately knelt on the ground to show his submission, obviously quite willing to join the organization, and did not want to be a lonely ghost again.

Barrett didn't bother with it, of course, and let it fend for itself in this dark realm.

"What's wrong, big uncle, are you okay, why do you keep lying on top of the enemy?" the little ghost asked worriedly from behind, "Did you catch it?"

"Presumably, I'm not sure. Barrett replied. He slowly stood up, found two rune swords from the ground, held them in his hands, and secretly alerted the white bone Naga on the ground.

After a moment, the White Bone Naga stood up from the ground with her head covered, first looking up at Barret, and then bending down slightly, "Saviara serves you, great master. A female voice came to his mind.

Well, it seems to be done!Barrett nodded, "Well, how are you feeling now? Are you a little unwilling?" He didn't know what it was like to be forcibly controlled, "It's okay, I'll just ask a few questions, and then you'll be free again." ”

He didn't want to go on the road with a bunch of minions, and while the undead creatures didn't have to worry about rations and loyalty, it would inevitably slow him down a lot.

"It's a wonderful feeling, my master, you have allowed Saviara to rediscover herself after a long period of chaos, and it is the greatest honor of Saviara to serve you!" replied Bone Naga.

No one else had said anything like it to me, and Barrett felt a little satisfied, "I'm glad you can regain your consciousness, and if it's convenient, can you tell me a little about yourself?" he asked.

"Yes, master. The White Bone Naga paused, then slowly narrated, "Saiviara was originally a member of the 'Red Scale Kingdom' of the shallow sea Naga, and at that time, our land included not only the sea, but also some land along the coast. These lands were acquired by our former king, Nicholus III, in exchange for a pact with one of the kings of the human race. ”

"According to the agreement, we, the Naga, will assist the king in attacking another human nation in exchange for these lands along the coast. The other human nation was indeed wiped out by our combined efforts, and we were given the land we deserved, and the outcome of the agreement was satisfactory to both sides. But hundreds of years later, this human country, which has reached an agreement with us, is at peace with each other, and has trade with each other, but it will not escape the fate of destruction. The change of human dynasties was quite frequent, and the new human nation in that territory did not recognize the previous agreement, and it fought with us for many years, and finally drove us back to the ocean little by little with the natural advantages of terrestrial life. Saviara was also killed by a human knight during the defensive battle of the last land territory. ”

This history sounds rather unfamiliar, as if it took place sometime before the Magic Empire, Barrett speculated to himself.

"Seviala was a 'Broken Wave Dancer' when she was alive. Bone Naga continued, "'The speed at which the Wave Dancer wields its blade can stop the waves, but it is still a little difficult to deal with the human knight in heavy armor. Because the armor on that human knight was several times harder than a turtle shell. ”

Is he talking about me?" "Then why are you here again, guarding this tower? Is there danger inside the tower? How can I get in?" Barrett asked a series of questions, "The most important thing is, what's in there?"

"I'm sorry, great master, Saviara has a vague memory of the aftermath of death, only vaguely remembering that the previous master was a lich who transformed Saviara and the rest of the Nagas. The lich had commanded us to 'stay on the sidelines' of the tower, and Saviara had only done everything in her power to carry out such orders during the previous period, and nothing else was clear. ”

"Don't you even know how to get in?" Barrett asked again, reluctantly.

"Well, you can also ask a few of my fellow men, maybe they know something. Bone Naga Seviara suggested.

Did she want me to wake up the other tribesmen? Barrett wasn't sure, but it didn't hurt to think about it.

With the help of this newly joined undead minion, conquering the other two Bone Naga became exceptionally smooth. In just a blink of an eye, these three white-boned Naga became his helpers.

After asking the other two minions the same question, one of them, Virginia, finally gave a fairly definite answer, "I know how to get into the interior of the tower, the most revered master." ”

"How do you get in?" Barrett asked eagerly.

"From here!" Virginia pointed with all four arms toward the top of the tower, "I vaguely remember that the previous master left from the top of the tower and never returned. ”

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