, what kind of strong man is this Nima?

Xiong Yan clearly remembered that Roland had just said: Crossing the plane barrier will consume a lot of strength, and it is even more difficult to cross for a long time, and there are very few people who have this ability.

Can he rush to Crotty with an army of the undead?

If this guy hadn't been sealed, what kind of existence would he have in his heyday?

The point is, this guy used to be Angel's mother's spare tire.

What kind of existence was Angel's mother in her heyday?

Crotty's power system hasn't been fully figured out yet, and he wants to build a new continent again, and he still encounters a very strong man?!

It's no wonder that life is always more dramatic than anything created.

Even more dramatic, there is now a large number of enemy forces attacking.

The fog of the six-pointed star array disappeared.

At the end of due south, all the tombstones were destroyed.

Under the bright moonlight, three figures galloped in.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Xiong Yan mobilized the power of nature around his eyes, and looked fixedly: it was three human figures wearing black trench coats and pure black brimmed hats covering their faces. Each of them carried a giant crossbow, and the arrows were already on the strings.

Roland snorted coldly, and his voice pierced the entire cemetery: "No matter how strong your strength is, only three people came, and you look down on me too much for the crazy lich Roland, right?!"

Xiong Yan and An Qi noticed at the same time that the moment Roland's voice spread all over the land surface, the three voices were stunned at the same time, staring towards Roland.

Suddenly a little confused: the scope of this six-pointed star array was originally very large, and it would take some time to lock on to oneself. Now Roland shouted arrogantly, and the three demon hunters immediately found their target.

The three giant crossbows were raised in unison and pointed at Roland.

Xiong Yan began to shrink back with Angel.

There were many boulder-lined eyes in the hexagram array, and he hoped that these eyes would become his cover.

The silver arrows came straight with a brilliant glass light, and Xiong Yan jumped up without saying a word, shrinking behind a boulder. Angel trembled all over, curled up next to the boulder, her body clinging to the boulder, "Mr. Panda, I'm afraid of ......"

Xiong Yan was also afraid that these arrows would turn, and Nima did this to the witcher in the novel or movie!

He protected Angel tightly, and cooperated with the boulder to cover Angel who was curled up in it. And he bared his head and looked at the witcher who came from afar.

"Maybe not three?" asked Angel suddenly.

This sentence instantly reminded Xiong Yan, and he shouted loudly to Roland, who was standing with his hands unfazed at all, "Be careful, maybe other demon hunters will outflank you in other directions." ”

Roland waved his hand a minute ago, and easily dissolved the three galloping Holy Silver Arrow Crossbows, and was shocked when he heard the reminder: ", it makes sense!"

"Rub it!"

As soon as the words fell, several arrows came from the side to the west, and there were already demon hunters in ambush in the cemetery in the west and south.

I'm afraid that after they came here, they didn't rush to break through the mist summoned by the six-pointed star array. Instead, he took the opportunity of "not seeing the outside from the inside" and quietly outflanked it in a semicircle.

I don't know if there will be witchers on the north side of the mountain bag.

Xiong Yan didn't dare to run with Anqi, and now he was stuck on a back slope, and finding a boulder could temporarily relieve the attack on the opposite side. If there was no Roland by his side, he would have carried Angel's fart over the hill, and Nima's hundreds of witchers would look at him with a smile?!

Thanks to this wave of reminders, Roland was a little embarrassed to eliminate the crisis.

"You cunning witchers don't have any gentlemanly manners at all!" Roland scolded, his voice echoing the entire cemetery. The power of the necromancer had been laid out with his roar, "I'm going to teach you rudeless creatures a lesson. ”

"Rub it", the witchers replied to Roland with the Holy Silver Arrow Crossbow.

Roland once again dissolved these explanations, and was so angry that he chopped his feet, "Damn, don't you uneducated guys know that it is against the rules of knighthood to attack while others are talking?"

Xiong Yan and Anqi both knelt down at that time.

What a strange thing this lich is, hey!

Can you believe that a lich is so angry that he talks to a group of witchers about knightly rules?!

"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going!" said Roland, the lich, dodging arrows flying from three sides, and ducking behind another boulder, "I'm going to get angry!"

Angel finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Then you're going to get angry!"

Hearing the urging of the "Prince of the Blood Moon", Roland immediately became serious, "I am willing to serve you, my lady." ”

"Can you stop talking nonsense!" Angel really couldn't stand Roland's grinding and chirping, she was about to collapse her nerves now, okay: her mother looked like a human woman with no power to restrain her hands, and she had somehow become the Prince of the Blood Moon. Okay, not to mention, my mother lowered her value and followed my father, but my father still didn't pay attention to my mother, and my attitude towards myself plummeted after my mother's death.

Now I'm in turmoil because of something I don't know what's going on. He was actually regarded as the object of long-term affection by a skeleton lich, and this lich also showed favor to him from time to time.

Don't talk about showing goodwill, and you've been talking nonsense when danger comes.

Angel is about to explode!

No wonder my mother would take a fancy to my father with mediocre strength and mediocre talent, how can you be trusted as a stinky lich who can only talk about it!

It's not even one-tenth as reliable as Mr. Panda, right!?

Under the protection of the panda's boulder, Angel has warmed up a small colorful flower in her heart, not to mention how happy she is.

This lich is annoying!

Roland heard the annoyance in Anqi's voice, and secretly screamed: You must behave yourself!

The green flames in Roland's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then immediately burst into flames, and the entire skull head was covered with flames, "Come out, my army of the undead!"

Heaven and earth trembled.

The moon turned pale in an instant, and in the cemetery under the hill, skeletal hands stretched out from the ground.

Xiong Yan watched as the army of the undead crawled out of the ground, each skeleton carrying a weapon, and a cluster of small green flames above their heads. The sea of skeletons, composed of countless skeletons, completely surrounded the three witchers on the front and the two witchers on the side, a total of seven witchers.

"Destroy them!" Roland continued to shout.

Following the lich's command, the skeletons rushed towards the seven witchers like moths to a flame, carrying inferior and rusty weapons.

Vulnerable!

Skeletons are simply vulnerable to witchers, and fragile skeletons don't even need to pull out their Holy Silver Arrows. With just one arrow in hand, it was easy to pierce the flames above the heads of these skeletons.

When the green flames are touched, the skeletons will instantly turn into broken bones and fall to the ground.

Poor strength, large numbers, typical crowd tactics.

The demon hunters on both sides fought their way out, and the seven demon hunters converged together and formed a circle, and the defensive array could not penetrate a drop of water, and the skeletons could not attack it at all. The successive formations are indeed fierce, but they can't pose a threat at all, and it's only a matter of time before the demon hunters are eliminated.

Obviously, Roland still has a backhand. He stood on the boulder, his face fearless.

It's just a drain on the other person's stamina.

At this moment, Roland actually burst out with a king-like momentum, as if he could make everything surrender to his feet with a gesture.

Xiong Yan looked at the lich Roland, and was a little curious: what kind of means did he have?