On a dead tree not far from the Legion's defensive circle, a raven stood. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The raven's fur was still intact, and it didn't look out of the ordinary from a distance, but when you got closer, you could see that the flesh beneath its feathers had rotted, and its eyes glowed with a faint green light, and it was watching with interest the battle between the Black Lion Legion and the ghoul horde.

"Attention! Mutant Ghouls - Spitters, Crossbowmen prioritize eliminating all mutated ghouls in sight!"

Hobut noticed that among the ghouls swarming from all around him was an unusually fat and tall ghoul, a spitter ghoul who could stand more than ten meters away and spit poisonous green liquid at enemies.

These spits, which are spit out by the spitter, are several times more toxic than the voodoo that comes out of ordinary ghouls.

Ordinary green liquor with voodoo sticks to the flesh of a person, but the infection slowly spreads around the poisoned area, and it takes about 10 minutes to an hour depending on the body of the body after a person or animal is glued to a dead creature.

During this time, both humans and animals still have full attack power, and if they are healed in time, it is very easy to recover from the treatment, and they can return to battle immediately after being healed.

However, if the green liquid spit out by the spitter sticks to it, the muscles of the human or animal will instantly collapse and lose their combat effectiveness, and the voodoo will decay and decompose at a rapid rate, and it will completely transform into a dead creature in about one minute to ten minutes.

These people and animals, who are stuck to the venom spewed by the Spitter, will not be able to return to combat anytime soon, even if they are healed by white magic.

For the above comparisons, only a small amount of mucus was used. No matter what kind of slime, the more it is glued, the faster it will transform.

If the venom from the Spitter Ghoul sticks to the entire body, it will only take a few seconds for the person or animal to completely decay, and then complete the transformation of the dead creature.

Whoosh!whoosh~

The crossbow archers also noticed the mutant ghouls that the commander had alerted them to.

The fat big ghoul was shot in the head forty or fifty meters away, and this mutated creature actually had an explosion before it died, and the ghouls within a radius of ten meters were glued with a thick green liquid.

These ghouls glued with heavy green liquid seemed to be blessed with some kind of berserk magic, and they were all extremely excited, and their movements became much faster.

Ghouls that stick to spit ghoul green liquid are very dangerous, and they are also prioritized by ranged attacks.

The monsters in a radius of one mile have all come, the warrior's attack has not stopped, the white-clothed priests who have been treated have not stopped, the number of warriors replaced has gradually increased, the white-clothed priests have begun to treat the injured warriors at the same time, and there seem to be quite a few ghouls, they are like they have been ordered by someone, they are concentrated here to block the path of the Black Lion Legion's advance.

"Attention to the heavens!"

An officer in command suddenly shouted a warning shout.

The eighth master looked up, and several black shadows in the distance were gliding towards the defensive circle of the Black Lion Legion at high speed.

It was a ghoul with several arms and armpits with fleshy membranes connected to the abdomen, and the eighth master knew that this was a mutated ghoul, the flying demon.

According to the pamphlet, these mutant ghouls are usually nocturnal and have lower combat effectiveness on the ground than ordinary ghouls due to their underarm membranes, but they can climb to high places, glide silently with the help of the flesh membranes under their armpits, and attack enemies from the air.

The Flying Demon launches a sneak attack at night, which is not easy to detect. But there were still a few hours before the descent was too far, so the flying demon was found all the way away.

The eighth master stood up, picked up the wooden cup soaked in ice water beside him, and drank a little wine inside.

"It's the eighth master's turn to make a move. ”

The eighth master exhaled, turned the direction of the cup in his hand, and then held the staff that had been placed against the carriage in his hand.

Several flying demons are extremely fast, and they are about to rush into the defensive circle.

More than a dozen ice crystal spikes appeared in mid-air in an instant, and then rushed into the flying demon's body with a cold tail flame.

The flying demon who lost control instantly changed various attitudes and fell, some fell outside the defensive circle, and some fell into the defensive circle and rolled.

Some soldiers didn't have time for the protection of the giant shield, and they were stuck to the body fluids spilled on the flying demon's body, and immediately let out a miserable cry, fortunately it was the dead flying demon who came in, otherwise I don't know what kind of chaos would have happened.

The eighth master looked at the flying demon who rushed into the defensive circle and died, he was a little dissatisfied with the shot just now, his face was flushed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he checked the monster situation outside the defensive circle.

There are still a lot of monsters, but after a lot of fighting, there are many fewer of them, but now there are thousands of ghouls surrounding the defensive circle.

These monsters rushed here as if they had been invited by someone.

Due to the accumulation of ghoul corpses, as well as the increasing number of injuries and deaths, the defensive circle has gradually moved inward to narrow the defenses.

If you continue to consume like this, not to mention advancing into the city after dark, it is unknown whether you can survive until dark.

"Watch out for the Spitter!"

Another officer commanding the battle shouted a warning.

"Oh no! there's a new mutated ghoul, that's, that's the Scytheman!Quick!mage, crossbowman, stop it, don't let it get close!"

Another officer commanding the battle warned, this time not the Spitter, not the Flying Demon, but the Scytheman.

The eighth master looked in the direction where the warning was issued, and the height of one meter and eight meters was not too high, but it was enough to see the situation outside.

The three hands have completely turned into bone scythes, and two pairs of monsters that assist in attacking bone spurs are stretched out from their backs, mingling with ordinary ghouls to advance towards the defensive line.

They run so fast that the average ghoul in their path is either slashed to pieces by their wildly wielding bone scythes, or poked by the bone spurs growing from their backs, and then tossed aside.

"Oh my God! What a monster is this!

"Why can't these guys be killed!"

"My knee hurts!

"Don't panic! Magician, where's the magician? Concentrate your firepower and destroy those scythemen!"

Several magicians, who were obviously panting rapidly, hurriedly walked in the direction where the scythe hand had been found, and began to prepare the spell.

"You guys! Next, let the eighth master take care of you for a while!"

The Eighth Master walked to the front line of the defensive circle, and when he passed by a few tired mages, he called for them to go down and rest.

Then under the surprised eyes of several officers commanding the battle, the eighth master pulled a soldier who was defending at the outermost level behind him, and then walked outside the defensive circle from the gap, and said to the people behind him without looking back: "Go and prepare two full glasses of wine for the eighth master, and the eighth master will be thirsty for a while!"

Then, under the shocked expressions of everyone, two huge frost monsters were summoned out in an instant, which were the frost giants that the eighth master had summoned in the Blade Mountain Bandit Village.

The moment the frost giant was summoned, there were already ghouls around him attacking the eighth master.

The eighth master continued to walk forward slowly, as if the ghouls who pounced on him were phantoms.

Before the footsteps of the eighth master, an ice path grew forward, and the eighth master stepped on this ice road, avoiding the contact between the footboard and the corpse of the ghoul on the ground.

It only took a few more tenths of a second for the ghouls who pounced on him to successfully touch his body, but they didn't have this chance, and a thin sheet of translucent ice soul cold smoke poured around the Eighth Master like a splash of ink.

The ghouls shrouded in the cold smoke of the ice soul instantly turned into ice mounds, and then fell to the ground one by one, some of them broke their hands, feet and necks, and some of them kept their flying posture intact.

The eighth master still maintained his pace and stepped on the frost-white carpet under his feet, and slowly walked forward, like an invincible ice king walking towards his throne.

The five-meter-tall frost giant waved its two arms like maces filled with ice crystals, and one by one the ghouls fell like harvested wheat.

Several scythemen shifted their attack routes and rushed towards the eighth master.

As soon as the eighth master snapped his fingers, four ice jade shields erupted from the ground, knocking several ghouls who tried to attack him to the side.

Except for one side of the ice jade shield that surrounded the eighth master, the other three sides actually flew towards the scythe hand like a flying board.

The ice jade shield that came to the scythe-hand exploded with a thud, and large pieces of ice jade shards shot towards the scythe-hand.

After the ice jade fragment attack ended, the eighth master found that only one scythe hand had been blasted out of the upper body, and the other two had crossed bone blades to protect the body, so except for some skin and flesh damage, they still retained their combat effectiveness.