A strange situation appeared, and the surrounding undead actually stopped attacking at the same time, and retreated a short distance in an orderly manner. At the same time, a figure walked not far ahead, it was the pale and expressionless death soldier.

"Does that mean you want to fight fairly?" Yang Long raised his eyebrows and said in a sarcastic tone.

Glancing at the mummy on the ground, as well as the undead creatures that formed a radius of about fifty or sixty meters, constantly roaring and eager to try, but staying in place, Yang Long understood the reason why the five professionals before were able to hold on for so long.

It's not that they're strong, it's that the Death Warrior deliberately spared their lives and didn't let the army of the undead rise up against them. However, this does not explain the strange way in which the five professionals died, or the specific rank of this powerful enemy.

"Wait, don't move yet!" waved his hand to stop Regan, who wanted to step forward to test him, and Yang Long commanded lightly.

Regardless of how different the Death Warrior may be, the five Professionals have used their lives to prove that siege is not an effective method. Since the enemy wants to face everyone alone, there are definitely some unknown reliance, and rushing up to attack together will fall for the enemy's tricks.

"Stay put, pay attention to the other undead, I'll fight first!" After a brief analysis, Yang Long made a choice.

Whether it is Francis and the other three warriors, or the Flame ** Master Jordan whose strength has reached the eleventh order, they are all professional inheritances that have lasted for thousands of years. And since this death warrior is likely to be resurrected from a corpse, then maybe he has memories from his previous life, and he can be said to know very well how several people fight.

At the same time, the opposite problem is that because the Death Warrior appeared in public for the first time, the strange attack methods and unguardable attack methods make it easy for professionals who are accustomed to various conventional battles to make irreparable judgments because of their ignorance of the enemy.

In this case, it is undoubtedly the best choice to let a certain cannon fodder who is powerful and able to attack at a fast pace first.

If the environment is changed, Yang Long will not only not stop Regan, but will also let several other top-level powerhouses go up one by one to test, as long as they can fully grasp the attack method of the death warrior, there is no pity that all the followers will die.

But the current situation is different from the past, the army of undead who are eyeing each other, and the hundreds of professionals who may be wiped out at any time, give Yang Long no time to explore slowly. Moreover, this is only the third floor inside, and it will take a long time to get out of the city, and if there is one more top-level powerhouse, it will be able to give Yang Long one more guarantee.

The most critical point is that Yang Long has an anti-heaven energy like Holy Light, as long as he is not killed on the spot or is frequently seriously injured, then no matter how serious the injury is, it is not enough to be fatal. This gave Yang Long the opportunity to make mistakes, and he would not lose his life casually.

The professions of Azeroth can be said to be very strong, but also very weak. Unlike other non-human creatures, the strength of the professional comes from the use of skills and energy, rather than beings such as dragons, who have very powerful abilities as long as they are adults.

The ** of the professional is fragile, and if the resistance is completely abandoned, even the super-level "Lightbringer" Uther Paladin will be killed by an ordinary person armed with a sharp blade. Replaced by a random dragon with the most high-level strength, ordinary people can't cause a little damage on their dragon scales if they are tired to death.

It is precisely because of the characteristics of Azeroth professionals that Yang Long, who has only reached the fourth-order lower level of flame mages and has the body speed of middle-level professionals, has the strength to shoot more or less in an instant, and the attack area can be large or small, and can cause great damage to high-level and top-level professionals when caught off guard.

Coupled with those flying knives that have been inscribed and enchanted, Yang Long has the ability to threaten the lives of top-tier powerhouses, which is also the fundamental reason why he is willing to make a temptation. If you rely on your strength alone, you may be able to damage the enemy, but you can't kill a serious top-tier powerhouse quickly.

took out Bridget's two-handed sword and handed it to the girl who was looking at him with some worry and nervousness, Yang Long turned around and was about to rush out, but he put down his raised steps, turned back and said to the female warrior seriously: "Little Brie, even if I am in danger for a while, you are not allowed to come up and make trouble!"

"Otherwise, it will be deliberately killing me!" Looking at the girl who began to brew tears in his eyes again, Yang Long suddenly felt a little annoyed that he had taken the opportunity to enhance the relationship between the two before, and it would not be good if something went wrong, so he thought about it and added again: "Well, I only like obedient girls!"

Looking at Bridget, who was nodding his head and wiping his tears like a farewell, Yang Long felt a strange sense of immediacy in his heart, as if he couldn't come back when he walked out. He shook his head vigorously and took a few deep breaths before he put this strange stupid thought behind him.

His eyes swept over the faces of the others, and Yang Long kicked his feet without saying a word, and struck the Death Warrior like a cannonball. Since the qi has been emitted so many times, there is no need to hide it, and a finger-thick qi shoots out with a shock from his right hand.

The death warrior did not say a word to only Yang Long in the battle, his eyes that emitted blue fluorescence dimmed slightly, and regardless of the momentum that came to his face, the two-handed sword engraved with runes in his hand swept away, and then slashed towards Yang Long's head.

Burst~

The cyan energy rushed towards the head of the death warrior first, but it was blocked by a layer of blood shell that suddenly appeared out of thin air less than ten centimeters away from the face, flashing with dark red blood light, and was directly swallowed up like a mud cow entering the sea, and no other sound came out.

The blood shell, which was more than ten centimeters thick, only slightly thinned, and then disappeared. All this was done under Yang Long's gaze, but because the appearance time of the blood shell was too short, it almost made Yang Long look away in less than half a second.

"Magic shield?" An easy dodge let go of the slashing big sword, and Yang Long confirmed that he shot out two bolts of energy of different thicknesses again, shooting at the head and abdomen of the death warrior respectively, basically hitting the target at the same time.

The dark red blood shell appeared in different parts again, the blood shell in front of the finger was only the size of the palm of the hand, and the blood shell in front of the arm was almost the size of a round shield. The thickness of the two blood shells is the same, and after absorbing the qi, they both become thinner at the same time.

"The energy sharing of the magic shield is related to the energy content absorbed. While dodging the slash of the death warrior, Yang Long silently analyzed in his heart, estimating the enemy's combat effectiveness, and at the same time felt very strange: "There are almost no melee combat skills, and the speed is only equivalent to that of a fifth-order professional."

Boast~

Intentionally stopped dodging and resisted a blow with a shield, Yang Long's whole person was slashed by the death warrior's sword, and he had to take seven or eight steps backwards before stabilizing his body, and the doubts on his face were even thicker: "The strength has reached the level of an eighth-order berserker at most, and I haven't found combat skills for the time being."

"In this way, this death warrior is at most equivalent to a ninth-order berserker who does not enter a berserk state. "Judging from the strength reflected by the death warrior, it really doesn't look like a strong man who can face five professionals of the same level by himself.

The death warrior was expressionless, and kept swinging his two-handed big sword, constantly aiming at Yang Long and continuing to attack. However, under Yang Long's dexterous dodge, he couldn't hit at all, and each blow could only kick up some dust behind Yang Long, and the strongest could only lift the fluttering corners of his clothes.

The complete opposite point was that Yang Long's continuous exudation of energy, each time it was able to eliminate a lot of dark red blood husks, and the two fought against each other for less than three minutes, and the blood-husk-shaped magic shield around the body of the death warrior had become only a thin layer because it had neutralized most of the attacks.

Francis and the others were originally very nervous about Yang Long's battle, after all, even if Yang Long had the terrifying damage ability of "arcane magic", he would not necessarily lose if he fought against Yang Long by himself.

In particular, Yang Long deliberately raised his shield to resist that blow, which made several people raise their hearts to their throats, and Brigitte bit her lip tightly, trembling with fright, and only then did she resist the urge to prevent herself from rushing out and adding other variables to Yang Long's battle.

Even Jordan prayed in his heart that Yang Long had better not have anything happen. Now a few people are grasshoppers on a grass boat, if Yang Long dies, the rest of them will definitely be desperate for revenge, and there are all undead creatures around, and Jordan alone is difficult to jump out of the ascension to heaven.

However, the subsequent battle situation began to normalize, and looking at Yang Long's easy grappling death soldiers, several people gradually let go of their worries, and while closely watching the surrounding undead, they cheered for Yang Long:

"Well done, young master!"

"Kill him! Come on! Kill him!"

"Be careful, Bin!"

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Listening to the cheers of several people, either excited or nervous, Yang Long looked at the death warrior with a strange expression, as if he and the enemy had become two monkeys jumping up and down, and the surrounding undead were a group of onlookers who did not know the truth.

"I really don't like this feeling, this guy just goes back and forth a few times, let's end the battle quickly!" Sensing that there were less than two hundred professionals left not far away, Yang Long pursed his lips and decided not to rub it any further.

Putting away the Lordaeron Royal Insignia that had a slight scratch on his left hand and was covered in blood, Yang Long flipped his wrist and appeared two sharp flying knives worth dozens of gold coins, and was about to break the last protection of the Death Warrior with both prongs, when he suddenly heard a slight hissing sound.

"Uh, this is!" There was a sharp pain in the palm of his right hand, which almost made Yang Long, who was running, fall headlong, and when he stabilized his body in time and turned his gaze to check, he was stunned for a moment.