Makoto cursed 'Randy' as he ran back: "This is completely unscientific, how can a big boss skill like stance appear on a small boss who just appeared, and what's even more perverted is that he also has a fireball technique to clear the field, and the white-robed Gandalf can only have an additional blind skill like the flash technique, why is he so perverted." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The killer weapon that I thought suddenly lost its effect, and Makoto was like an ordinary person losing the gun in his hand, and both his combat effectiveness and self-confidence were directly zeroed.

But fortunately, there is no endless road, and after a little frustration, he found what he could do again.

Because he fled so quickly, he didn't even have time to ask Elena about the situation, but if he returned from the way Elena came, he would definitely get an answer.

Sure enough, there was a new corridor on the way I came before.

"Thankfully, this room hasn't changed. I hope Elena can hold on, it would be ridiculous if the former sixth-order warrior died here. ”

Makoto ran through the corridor as he broke his thoughts, and at the same time he grabbed the short sword and scimitar in both hands.

"There is one more dry corpse that Elena didn't mention, plus the two unranked dry corpses that we killed before, it seems that there are no other dry corpses, but in Elena's eyes, only those who are advanced are considered enemies, and I always feel a little sad when I think about it. ”

Maybe it's because he's in a low mood, and his words seem to be a bit much, quite like Xianglin's sister-in-law, and he keeps thinking about it.

There was a slight noise in front of him, and with a flick of his hands, a trace of water shot out of his hand, spraying on the weapon, and he rushed directly into it without stopping.

Although he immediately knew at this time that he was not actually taking the route that Elena had taken, he had no choice but to rush forward in the face of this ever-changing house.

In the room were five dried corpses, and they were feasting on half of the floating corpses at this time.

As soon as they reacted to Makoto's footsteps, Makoto's figure had already rushed out, only to hear Makoto shout softly, "Double Thirteen Style, Ice Cicada." ”

The energy in his body surged to the weapons in his hands, and Cheng instantly drew two ice lines on the necks of the five dried corpses with both hands, and then his body tilted, and one of his heels flipped out three meters away.

Cheng Yi rolled on the ground several times in a row, and then he got up speechlessly, touched his shoulders that seemed to be torn, and scolded his mother.

"It's strange in this world that Nyima can manipulate people's bodies in reverse after the skill is activated, which is not scientific at all. ”

He rubbed his shoulders and sighed, "Thirteen styles don't seem to be skills that can be used with both hands, and I almost tore off my arm by the skill just now. ”

He looked at the five heads that had fallen to the ground, and complained, "This copy is really strange, fight the elite first and then the minions." The most bullshit is the boss, and only by breaking the seal can you fight BOOS, does he think he's Diablo?"

There were no runes or flames that Elena had spoken, so Makoto had to leave quickly, but when he saw the flames in the heads of the five dried corpses that had not yet been extinguished, he remembered the zombies of the past, so he hurried to him and sent some seawater into each of them.

He didn't want to kill each mob twice, and the second time it was evolved.

But the crystallization in it is not sensitive.

The first room, the second room, and the third room, when he encountered a total of eleven dried corpses in a row, Cheng realized that the reason why he was very successful at first was that eighty percent of the heart of the island was playing ghost in it, and it was not that there were no other dried corpses here, but that the passages that connected to them were blocked.

But fortunately, when the fourth room arrived, Makoto saw what seemed to be what Elena had mentioned.

A dried corpse nailed to the ground.

This dry corpse with the wrong painting style directly stopped Makoto's footsteps, although he hadn't seen the seven runes yet, but Makoto felt that it was definitely not running here.

After thinking for a moment, he flicked his fingers and shook a little seawater.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the dried corpse collapsed into a cloud of dust in an instant, and then dissipated in the breeze of flames.

Seven runes of unknown meaning appeared in the place where the dry corpse had been hidden.

"I see, but God forbid me that I won't summon elite monsters when I extinguish it, and to be honest, I'm not as confident as I used to be. ”

Makoto prayed as he opened his mouth and spat out, uh no, it was seawater.

The sea water poured directly into the center of the flames, but before Cheng could make an exciting speech, the seven runes that had been embedded in the ground suddenly flashed a faint light, and a semicircular position had risen from the center of the flames.

As if poured on the surface of an umbrella, the sea water slid directly through the air, and then slid down to the surrounding ground as Makoto vomited blood.

"Nima!" Makoto felt as if his heart had exploded, and an urge to vomit blood filled his heart.

He gritted his teeth and scolded: "This is not scientific, you can disperse your position here with just a few runes, is the natural ability of this world so rebellious?"

Seeing that the killer weapon failed again, and the resentment of sincerity increased again, he changed the short sword to his right hand and said angrily: "Woodpecker." ”

With a soft roar, the short sword instantly ignited on the void in front of the flames, but the short sword that had been advancing rapidly seemed to have suddenly entered the mire, and its speed stopped in less than two seconds.

The rune flashed again, and Makoto only felt a strong force coming from the contact surface, only to hear a click, and the short sword, which was already a defective product, was instantly broken.

The broken blade flew out of Makoto's scalp, startling him into a cold sweat.

For the first time, Makoto found out that he was obviously a necromancer, and he still maintained the skill of sweating, and I don't know if it was because the white ivory contained seawater.

He patted his heart, which had already stopped, and scolded with palpitations: "It's good that I'm dead, otherwise I would have to be scared by this to stop my heartbeat." But now that the killer is useless and the weapon is scrapped, what else can I do?"

He frowned, feeling a pang of weakness, stared twice at the flame in the very center, and suddenly noticed something he hadn't noticed before.

An iron spear, the iron spear that was originally inserted into the dried corpse, was still standing in the center.

"Huh? It's a god horse. How does it look so much like a weakness. Makoto looked at the iron spear that could never be within the protective range of the position with a surprised face, and his head was full of surprise for a while.

He stretched out his hand a few times, but for a moment he didn't dare to touch the iron spear that was obviously problematic.

The position protection covered about one-fifth, and the flame covered less than one-third of the iron spear became a problem in Cheng's heart for a while, and he felt that unless it was a second force, it was absolutely impossible for someone to stand this kind of obviously problematic iron spear here, was that 'Eddie' a second force?

Cheng stared at it for more than ten seconds, and his mind flashed to Elena facing the self-propelled fort with a turtle shell, gritted his teeth, and scolded: "Grass! ”

He jumped to his feet and grabbed directly at the top of the iron spear.

Smack, he gripped the handle tightly.

Whew, the trap is launched.

The flame that had been on the ground seemed to come alive, and it burned up in an instant along the iron spear.

"Nima, I knew it was going to happen. Makoto scolded.