A white skeleton wearing a golden helmet and a black cloak stood up from the throne, stretching out his pale hand bones and groping in the air, and inside the golden helmet was a flame of soul burning. An unseen gaze swept over the army of skeletons beneath the throne www.biquge.info the Pen Fun Pavilion, "What a wonderful soul, catch him for me!" A low, seductive voice rang out around the throne, and white arms pointed to the cave that had ventured into vanishing.

The dense skeletons under the throne moved, and they walked forward with neat steps, rubbing and rubbing, and skeletons continued to walk down the altar to fill the vacant places of the departing skeletons.

The first to catch up was the skeleton knight with the saber, but at this moment his majestic skeleton horse was gone, and his right arm was broken, leaving only the arm holding the saber.

Mowglitte glanced at the flame dancer beside him, and the other party said depressedly, "Why me?"

"Nonsense, just a little brother, who are you not on?"

Hot Wheels made a gesture in front of the gray dwarf that he thought he was handsome, and a string of three large fireballs flew out of his fingertips. This is the reason why Marcelo the Flame Dancer is nicknamed the big fireball by the world, the opening scene of this thing is usually a string of big fireballs thrown over, and then ordinary people can't resist at all, when Marcelo releases the big fireballs after the Hot Wheels bonus, it is usually a string of three, and sometimes even five big fireballs.

Bang, three big fireballs exploded in an instant in front of the chest of the skeleton knight holding a saber, Marcelo explained very well what the big fireball lovers are, bang, and then a string of five big fireballs. In Marcelo's words, there is nothing in this world that the big fireball can't solve, if three doesn't work, then five, if five doesn't work, then fifty.

It has to be said that the flame dancer was very far-sighted, and his idea directly influenced Marcelo's secret practice in the future. By the way, it also affected the gray dwarves who were bored on the side. Skeleton Knight's magic resistance is high, he is a good target, and the Hot Wheels at Marcelo's feet is another magic skill to devour demons. This means that as long as the Flame Dancer is not trying to unleash magic such as the gold-level Flame of Destruction, his magic will always be overflowing.

Bang, it took Marcelo less than a minute to go from releasing five large fireballs at a time to releasing ten large fireballs at a time. Then twelve, then fourteen, and sixteen, the skeleton knight with the war horse in hand had already begun to unconsciously and slowly retreat, and when the twenty large fireballs exploded in the skeleton knight's chest almost at the same time, he should have collapsed. The gray dwarf saw that three ribs were missing from his chest at once, and then three more, and of course there were other bones that were missing from his followers.

In the end, the number of large fireballs released by Marcelo at a time was fixed at twenty-three, it was not that he couldn't have more, twenty of the big fireballs he released at one time could consume the magic power in his body. Then the Devourer was able to pull up the bottomed magic in an instant.

Marcelo was addicted to unleashing the large fireball, and the large fireballs that suddenly appeared on his fingertips floated towards the Skeleton Knight in various postures, and then exploded where they should have been. The poor Skeleton Knight was dancing backwards, and he had no control over his actions at all.

"That's enough, Marcelo, now is not your time to play," Morgridle looked back at the torches that had disappeared from the chains, and stepped on the black chains first. Marcelo has Hot Wheels, his speed is faster than riding a horse, the gray dwarf can't, the sound of the rubbing in the cave shows that there are not a few skeletons catching up, if you continue at the head of the chain bridge, you will inevitably fall into the sea of skeletons, although Morgriet is not afraid, but he can't do such a thankless task.

White ravens hovered above the gray dwarf's head, and the Silver Hammer turned into bracers and reattached to his wrists. Morgride grabbed the black chain with both hands and moved forward quickly. Marcelo stepped on the Hot Wheels and soon overtook the Gray Dwarf, this little guy now refuses to get off the Hot Wheels except to sleep, and even pee, I have to say that he is a genius, but the chains of the baby's arms are as thick as the flat ground, and the Hot Wheels turn as fast as the ground. It made Morgriet a little envious and jealous, and he had been hesitating to go home and re-refine the banana fan in his arms into two hot wheels, Marcelo's appearance was too windy, the key was that these two wheels were faster than horses, and there was no need to worry about when he would strike, the wind would come, the rain would go, there would be no problem at all.

A large number of skeletons swayed and climbed up the chain bridge, but these skeleton shelves are obviously small about the difficulty of the chain bridge, if you put a layer of wooden planks on it, of course, there is no problem, but now the planks on it are not known which black-hearted guy has three or two left. If you want to step on the chain bridge, you have to grasp the iron cable above with one hand, and then step on the iron cable below, how can those skull hammer barefoot with a few bitter bare feet stand on the slender iron cable.

Poof, poof, every now and then a slippery skeleton fell into the middle of the lava below, struggled twice, and then vanished. "No wonder the guys from the Navy Alliance are so calm, it turns out that this chain bridge is a huge pit for such an undead. Morgaret couldn't help but feel triumphant, but he couldn't laugh long before he was triolated, for the skeletons were lying on the chain bridge, and soon the ropes were covered with a white layer of bitter face. The skeleton in the back stepped forward and was directly across the chain bridge.

"Damn, there are a few masters in this bone shelf. Mowglitte looked at the army of skeletons that were getting closer and closer, there was nothing he could do, if it was one or two skeletons, it would be better to say, now it is a large group of people coming. Of course, if Mowglitte had been on the flat road, a death storm would have emptied the skeletons, but now on top of the lava, a bad one would have ended up together. Morgriet hadn't lived yet, and he didn't want to die in the Moonstone Mine for no apparent reason.

The gray dwarves ran forward quickly, but the army of skeletons was getting closer and closer. But the light of the fire in front of him slowly brightened, and then a commotion came from the darkness. A majestic incantation rang out, and suddenly a tall water elemental stood up on the chain bridge behind Mowglitte.