Regardless of whether Zhou Bai and the others understood what they said, Song Zheng walked directly into the black wasteland??? Bayi Chinese ??? (a) 8 (a) 1 (a) Z?

Zhou Pan Bai Xin glanced at each other, but had no choice but to follow.

For the sake of unnecessary accidents, they followed closely behind the president, only an arm's length, and did not dare to pull too far away.

Song Zheng turned around and nodded at them: "This distance is okay, pay attention, I'm going to use my means." ”

Although they had seen the president's performance like a god descending from heaven in the sea of skulls last time, Zhou Bai and the others still kept guessing in their hearts what kind of performance the president would be this time.

They felt that it should be different from the last time, otherwise the guild would not have let them follow so closely, and they would definitely need enough space to kill the skeleton soldiers like last time, and they would not be allowed to follow closely behind.

I saw Song Zheng stretch out his right hand, flat in front of him, his palm was open, and two ten-centimeter-long chains extended from both sides, floating on both sides of his palm like streamers, and an invisible aura emanated from it.

The skeleton soldiers who were originally blocking in front of them suddenly panicked out of the way.

Let it go to both sides, hang its hands and stand solemnly, as if it were a statue that does not move.

The scope of influence of that aura was very small, and under Song Zheng's deliberate control, only the skeleton soldiers who appeared around them would be affected and let go.

And there are more and more skeleton soldiers around him, which has completely blocked the sight of other humans from seeing him, so this scene has not been seen by any outsiders.

Only Zhou Bai and the others, who followed closely behind him, witnessed this magical scene in amazement.

Everywhere they went, the undead, whether they were white skeletons or skeletons of other colors, or ghosts and zombies, roared and rushed over a few steps away, rushed within a few steps, and immediately became docile as puppies, and turned into sculptures on both sides, making way for them to protect the left and near.

They didn't go fast, but they quickly caught up with the others.

Gradually, he walked to the front, and finally stepped on the earthy yellow hard ground outside the mage tower.

And those undead creatures did not dare to step on the hard ground, even if Song Zheng withdrew the chains, eliminated the breath from the whispers of the undead, and even stood on the edge of the hard ground, deliberately attracting the attention of the undead creatures.

They were just standing on the opposite side with their teeth and claws, and they didn't even dare to put their hand bones on top of the hard ground!

After testing that the hard ground was indeed a forbidden place for the undead, Song Zheng smiled slightly, and said to Zhou Bai and the others: "Don't follow so tightly anymore, we have arrived at a safe place." ”

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Zhou Bai and the others exhaled and relaxed.

Although they no longer had the initial tension as they walked through the black wasteland for a longer time, it was inevitable that they would feel uncomfortable, with the pressure from the undead creatures and the restraint of following the president.

Finally, they don't have to follow the president's steps, and they can really relax.

"President, what about those people?" Bai Xin suddenly pointed behind him, those guys who ran out first were still fighting with the skeleton soldiers.

And there is no hope that it will be able to rush out.

"Whatever they do, let's explore this mage tower on our own, let them keep playing. Zhou Pan shook his head absently and said.

However, Bai Xin would not be persuaded by him, and still looked at Song Zheng.

Song Zheng thought for a while and said, "You may think that I saved them just by raising my hands, but I don't plan to make a move at all." ”

Facing Bai Xin, who became puzzled in an instant, Song Zheng smiled: "Everyone who makes a decision should have the consciousness of bearing the consequences." They decided that if they wanted to explore the Mage Tower, they had to be aware of being stopped by the skeletons. No one wants to die, they have to fight hard, this is the path they have chosen, and I must intervene. ”

With that, he turned around, looked up at the Mage Tower, and said no more.

Bai Xin's face was confused, he seemed to understand, but he didn't seem to understand.

But he knew that the president had already made a decision and would not come to the rescue of those people. And in its current form, those people are afraid that they will be more than lucky.

"Choice and consequences?" Bai Xin shook his head, maybe because he never had to choose by himself, so he just couldn't figure it out.

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The shape of the Dharma Pagoda, of course, will not be the ancient Chinese style pagoda, with hanging legs and cornices, layer by layer of regular coordination.

From what he had learned from the elven leaves, the Mage Tower was never built to perfection.

The mage will make the mage tower according to the materials in hand, and there are a lot of blanks, waiting for the gradual improvement in the following years, and in the following years, the mage may not get the original materials, but it has to be integrated into the mage tower, and at the same time, new technology, new inspiration, are constantly used to build the mage tower.

As a result, each mage tower is unique and also bizarre.

After all, the original idea may have been a defensive conical mage tower, and later the mage himself wanted to change the direction of the attack, and at the same time constantly added other facilities, often changing to other shapes, or hanging a house on the waist of the mage tower, adding a palace at the base of the mage tower, and making the spire of the mage tower into three......

The mage tower in front of him, from the outside, was not so deviant.

At the very least, you can see that this is a tower, not a long twisted building.

"This tower seems to have used a lot of bones as building materials, so it can't be a mage tower that belongs to necromancers. ”

While Song Zheng was looking at the Mage Tower, Zhou Pan was also doing the same thing.

When he was present at the Mage Tower, he had already heard the president's popular science about the Mage Tower, and knew some fur.

So his focus is naturally on the fur.

For example, the materials used to build this mage tower.

Basically, no one paints the Mage Tower, which is completely useless in the eyes of the Mage, and may even affect the effectiveness of the Mage Tower. So from the outside, it is easy to see what the material used to build the tower is.

"It's good to see that the Mage Tower is made of bone. However, it is a bit early to conclude that this is a necromancer's mage tower. ”

"Why?" Zhou Pan said, "The mage tower is made of bones, and a skeleton soldier wasteland has been made outside to protect the mage tower from infringement, and only a necromancer can do it." ”

Song Zheng nodded approvingly.