A thin white mist filled the open forest and quietly spread towards the core area, and as the concentration increased, the distance of twenty paces was already blurred, and the line of sight was slightly farther away, and even the towering giant trees with dead leaves could not be seen clearly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Clint "Mantis" of the Enemies of Giants Guild, led a team of broken bones with two less members, and followed the Clock Tower's Lord Leslyn Meyer "Hourglass" through the outer areas of the fairyland-like elven kingdom.

Clint was a little worried, he found that his senses had become dull and seemed to be disturbed by the ubiquitous fog, and then he began to worry about the bodies of his two companions who had been hastily buried on the shore after a simple retreat, fearing that they would be disturbed by the undead master.

"I really should have spent some money to ask a certain priest who was present to do a simple mourning ritual so that the soul of the partner can rest in eternal peace. ”

Clint began to think about whether he should be so angry that if the dead team member was aroused by the undead master and suddenly appeared in front of him, should he be heavy on his own life.

"If they become undead and are manipulated by the masterminds, I will use a mantis knife to cut them into pieces. ”

He shuttled through the woods, and had to make a detour due to the appearance of towering ancient trees in front of him, and the backs of the members of the Clock Tower Guild in front of him gradually blurred, and Clint didn't care, after all, he had to take care of the members of the team who followed him, and the sadness on his face had not yet subsided.

Turning a large tree again, the footsteps in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Clint squinted his eyes and searched around, but there was no vague back.

As the aura of danger approached, Clint, as a veteran of experienced adventurers, immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly stood up and beckoned to his partner behind him to follow.

"Hoo ......"

The team members in the corner of his eye all turned into a thick white mist and dissipated, and a string in Clint's mind suddenly tensed, it turned out that since he had just entered the sparse forest area, he had been confused by the illusion and lost his direction.

"Keng...... Ding"

Clint secretly deducted the mechanism, and the mantis serrated knives with even arms instantly popped out in unison, one in front of the other, guarding against enemies hidden in the surrounding fog and likely to appear at any time.

Lu Bin didn't provoke the golden hourglass-eyed adventurers who could see through the illusion, and even willfully let them break through the level he guarded, and his attention was always on the giant enemy team that was completely divided by the illusion.

The Twin Knife Ranger who was transformed into the Buried Bones was about to successfully transform, and Lu Bin was looking forward to the two-and-a-half-star cards, so when he found the mantis serrated knife in Clint's hands, he quickly became interested in him.

"Very good Qimen weapon! I remember him performing the dwarven downswing, equipping his right hand with a hooked blade weapon, and becoming a complete wasteland howling wolf can only defend passively. If it is killed by the undead army, or if I take it down myself, and the corpse is thrown into the burial ground for transformation, it may be possible to give birth to a high-level undead creature that attacks on the floor stream. Combined with the Wasteland Howling Wolf to form a multi-level three-dimensional attack, it will definitely become a trump card......"

Lu Bin pinched up the spell card that had just been generated, and although he used it three times, this "Sheep Transformation" curse card, if used properly, would definitely be able to work at a critical moment.

However, in order to capture the double-knife flow humanoid creature on the floor, Lu Bin decided that he might as well use it once, maybe the tactics were properly arranged, and maybe he couldn't use it.

Meanwhile, the Clock Tower Guild's adventurer team, led by Lesling "Golden Hourglass" Meyer, had led his companions safely through the glade, and when he went back to count the numbers, he found that a whole Giant's enemy was missing, and despite the pact he had signed a contract not long ago, he still didn't want to go back to search and rescue.

Even his eyes, which had undergone the Transformation of the Sands of Time Ritual, could not penetrate the illusion at the core, let alone the guardians who were sure to lurk nearby, and the danger was no less than that of the Undead Master.

Therefore, Leslyn Meyer knew that she had better not meddle with her affairs, and led her team to the heart of the Elven kingdom of Elondale.

Lu Bin watched this group of uneasy adventurers leave, thinking that there was still His Royal Highness Tellant, the guardian of the ruins, in front of him anyway, and he would definitely take action to kill these invaders, so he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, silently issuing a hunting order to the undead legion under his command.

The Skeleton Archer stepped out from behind him and silently stepped into the mist, followed by the Wasteland Howling Wolf and the seven upgraded Rancid Lone Wolves, quietly dispersing in their respective directions.

Mantis Clint remained on full alert, but the illusionary fog dulled his senses, and he slowly turned his back against the tree, shifting his position and drawing possible enemies to move with him.

It's a pity that all his thoughts are in vain, in the wide area of the deep mountains, not only Clint's eyes, but even his sense of smell and hearing are inexplicably affected, and even interfered with changing reality.

Lu Bin knew that the loyal undead creatures under his command were already in place, so he was silent for a while, and then ordered a hunt. He didn't necessarily have to see the scene of flesh flying, but he just wanted to see the neck of his prey being tightened little by little by the noose, and he was powerless to resist until he was hanged.

Compared to the violent river valley beast wave enchantment, the shock of a wave of dozens of adventurers washed away, Lu Bin would like to see the continuous skills of one move after another, constantly outputting damage, and depleting the target's blood bar, and the rhythm full of unique rhythms must be very beautiful.

No matter how sluggish Clint's senses were, as the shadow of death approached and quickly enveloped him, his will suddenly became clear, and his hands immediately pulled out the mantis serrated knife, tentatively slashing the knife around him.

The dense fog in front of him immediately cracked a deep gap, and the white mist kept rolling inside, and as the follow-up was weak, the crack quickly filled and dissipated.

At this moment, a sharp arrow burst through the air and shot straight at Clint's face, and the veteran adventurer, who had been prepared for a long time, set up his double-armed sword faster than his sluggish consciousness.

With a "clink", the mantis knife made of hard steel flew the sharp arrow on the spot, Clint broke out in a cold sweat, and subconsciously rushed to the direction of the arrow, but unfortunately his body was firmly nailed in place.

After all, the vantage point with your back to a large tree, at least without a partner, can reduce the range of attack. This mismatch between the sense of battle and the instinct of the body caused Clint to have a short-term flaw, and such a good opportunity, the mastermind hidden in the shadows would not be let go in vain.

The skeleton archer in the other direction immediately bent his bow and arrow, and with a whoosh, released his skinny fingers, and launched another secret attack.

"Clink's timely reaction saved him from harm again, and the rotting broken arrow fell to the ground, and he waved his arm a little proudly, demonstrating to the enemy hiding nearby, or showing off.

"I don't think I'm dying fast enough! I dare to launch a provocation? Is this person tired of being crooked?"

Lu Bin scolded in his heart, and then ordered the undead creatures: "Close the door and let the dogs go!"

With his command, six rancid lone wolves appeared from different locations and rushed towards the hunting target.

Clint's ears suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from all directions, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and as the distance got closer, he forcibly resisted the idea of taking the initiative, squatted slightly shorter, and his center of gravity sank to his crotch, ready to use the medium combat skill he had learned from his barbarian companion and had been improved by himself.

Lu Bin kept an eye on the prey's every move, and found that the target was ready to meet the enemy, with a prelude posture of opening a matchless sweep at any time, signaling the five rancid lone wolves to slow down, causing one of them to accelerate and ignite the flames of war.

"Huh...... Minions...... Minions"

The rancid lone wolf's dry vocal cords vibrated hoarsely, and it leapt at its fang-baring prey, and in mid-air it had ejected all its claws, vowing to leave its own paw prints on its target.

"Kill!"

Clint's whirlwind slash was immediately triggered, and he was seen using his right foot as a support point, and his folded hands gradually opened outward, turning in circles in place.

The upgraded rancid lone wolf was swept into this violent whirlwind, and its four-legged claws did not even touch the corners of the target's clothes, and it was tortured by Clint's mantis knife in mid-air, cutting it into countless pieces on the spot.

"Damn!...... It's hanging again!"

Lu Bin couldn't help but spit out a sour complaint, and then remembered that the target person was at least a second-order warrior, and it was normal to have this kind of trick that had been tempered thousands of times, and if not, it would be an anomaly.

The whirlwind slash was powerful, but no matter how strong the wind was, it finally stopped, and when Clint couldn't bear the rapid consumption of his physical strength, and finally regained his strength, he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.

Clint retched a few times, feeling a little better, and suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps again, and suddenly cursed in his heart, damned, and immediately woke up and prepared to meet the enemy.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew"