Several desert lizards swept over Mira's head without looking at the nearly collapsed human; countless arrows grazed Mira's side without hurting him in the slightest; an Abinus climbed up from the ruins of the fortifications, smiling and brandishing at Mira with a scimitar, only to be knocked to the ground by the fireball of the little sparrow; One-Eye shouted at Mira loudly, and when he saw that he did not react, he had to follow Conzes and take dozens of steps back. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mira felt that she was no longer on the battlefield, and everything she saw and heard became an illusory still shadow. In a trance, Mira pierced through the shadows and gradually floated in mid-air, and in front of him, there was a heroic and tall young man, holding a spear in both hands, looking at him with an angry face. Mira didn't recognize the young man, but she suddenly knew the name of the gun, Weimar Dallas.

The young man made a lightning strike, and Weimar Dallas seemed to instantly pass through infinite time and space, piercing Mira's chest. Mira hung her head in a daze, and saw a hole in her chest the size of a bowl, and the hole was empty, and there was nothing but a void.

Mira suddenly felt an infinite pain, as if her heart had been pierced, and as if her head had been split in half, so painful that she wanted to scream, but she couldn't. He subconsciously reached out and drew his sword at his waist, but only touched a cold harmonica.

The camel and horse stepped on the yellow sand, the scimitar shone brightly, the red blood stained through the armor, the life was a flash of life, in the dust and mist rolled up by the wind, a song of music passed into everyone's ears slowly, a little pain, a few sad, so that the two sides who were fighting were slow.

With a bang, thousands of skeletons suddenly appeared around Mira, densely arranged in a radial shape with Mira as the center, there were skeleton soldiers holding bone knives, skeleton warriors carrying heavy axes, as well as skeleton archers and skeleton mages, and the red light spewed out by soul fire was intertwined into a mysterious array of death.

The bald man on the barren hill frowned, "What is this?The ambush of the Imperial Army?Could it be that the Holy Bine Empire has begun to accept the existence of necromancers again?" he then laughed to himself: "It's just some low-level skeletons, and the former army was ordered to dismantle all these skeletons to pieces." ”

Before the herald could gallop down the barren hill, there was another bang, and countless zombies with teeth and claws flashed out of thin air in the desert, black zombies, white zombies, rotten zombies, self-exploding zombies, plague zombies, almost all the types of zombies that humans could see or think of. Since there were so many zombies, many of them were directly in front of the position, and many of the Mamluk camel mounts had never seen such a strange-shaped monster with a rancid smell, and they went berserk and tossed their owners to the ground.

The bald man changed color and said, "Strange, how many necromancers do they have, how can they summon so many zombies?

Undead of this magnitude suddenly appeared on the battlefield, and the warriors of the Desert Alliance immediately stopped their pursuit of the retreating Conzes and their gang, and turned back to clean up the skeletons and zombies. Even the desert dwarves with the lowest combat power had an overwhelming advantage over these weak low-level undead, and quickly cleared a large clearing.

A terrible scream sounded, and the clear sky showed an overwhelming flood of ghosts, resentful spirits, and ghosts, who rushed down with strange smiles, some absorbing physical strength, some absorbing mana, and their half-hidden bodies flashed red or blue from time to time. Several desert dwarves had been drained of so much of their physical strength that they could barely lift their fingers, and could only lie on the ground gasping for air.

Conzes and One-Eye had gradually disengaged from the battle, and they, like all the other Imperial soldiers, stared at what was happening in front of them in amazement, barely believing that it was really happening. The little sparrow screamed, "This is a scourge, a scourge legion. Fast Leg immediately said: "If it's the Scourge Legion, the next one to appear should be a vampire." ”

A soft voice rang in my ears: "I don't know you know us well, but then again, shouldn't this be your own battle?

Everyone turned their heads together, but saw a man in a black tuxedo standing on a broken eaves, although the sun was shining on his head, his face showed a strange blue and white, which seemed to cool the surrounding air by several degrees. He bowed politely, as if at the opera house, and then waved his hand, and immediately behind him flew out layers of small bats, covering the sky and the sun for a moment, and the earth was plunged into darkness for a while.

As soon as the little bat hit the ground, it immediately turned into red-eyed and blue-lipped vampires, and one by one hung on the desert warriors, their sharp nails like sharp knives, and even the hard skulls could be easily cut like tofu, and the vampire let out an excited cry, pulling out the red and white things from them and sending them straight to their mouths.

Seeing such a tragic situation, a desert warrior's eyes were shattered, he roared wildly, and a red aura suddenly appeared around him, and the morale of his companions within the range of the aura instantly rose, and the vampire immediately turned on his back. With the roar, the aura of the Desert Alliance lit up, green, white, yellow, purple, the attack and defense speed of the desert warriors were greatly improved, killing the vampires to the ground.

Kangzes's jaw almost fell to the ground: "There are so many palace heroes, the sand thieves have made a lot of money this time, even if they don't use tricks, we probably can't beat them." ”

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Outside the city of Dia, in the basement of the deep castle, a Death Knight wrapped in dark red armor was walking between several shelves.

Xicheng, who was dressed in a moon-white dress, followed him with a smile and made a few grimaces in a row: "Okay, I know you're still angry that I gave Loletta's harmonica to someone else, but what, Jiang Hai doesn't fight with Kanjing, and Thunder doesn't fight with frogworms, can you be angry with my little girl?"

The Death Knight glared at her, didn't speak, and walked over to another shelf.

Xicheng leaned over with a smile on his face, and suddenly made a surprised expression and said, "Wow, Mohan, what is this circle and circle?"

Mohan turned his head and looked: "That's the molecular structure of DNA, I'm going to adjust one or two of the sequences to see if I can create new creatures." ”

Xicheng jumped to the other side: "And what is this big wheel-like thing?"

Mo Han hurriedly said: "Don't move, it's a proton collider, used to find Higgs glass particles, I finally made this, don't break it for me." ”

Xicheng admired for a while, and seemed to be about to turn elsewhere, and Mo Han kept staring at her from the corner of his eye, for fear that she would cause some trouble. Suddenly, Xicheng exclaimed, "Oh, someone is touching my toys." ”

Mo Han ignored her, just shook the flask in his hand, and suddenly stopped his hand and said, "So many low-level undead?

Xicheng thought for a while, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since there's been such a fun thing, I'm going to let my little cuties out." ”

Mohan shook his head and continued to shake the flask.

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The sky is full of wind and sand, and the music is melodious, and a team of Mamluks slashes down the zombies that stand in the way, and is about to urge their mounts to charge, but they are entangled by a dozen ghosts. The Mamluk scimitar slashed at him, but he didn't seem to be able to touch the edge of the ghost, but the camel under the saddle jumped and screamed in shock, almost knocking off his master's back. Seeing that the situation was not good, a stout desert dwarf nearby hurriedly took the rune scroll from his waist and unfolded it, and the scroll shot out a red aura, and the yin spirits in the aura shrouded in the aura screamed again and again, and it turned into ashes after a while.

The desert dwarf laughed, turned around to remove the halo from another place, and a green cloud floated gently from the oblique thorn, which just covered the dwarf's whole body, and the people outside only heard the dwarf's screams for help, and after a while, the green cloud dispersed, and only a short and stout skeleton was seen looking out with its head poked out.

"Death clouds. People who saw this scene trembled in their hearts, as if they had seen the bloody history in the long records. With the appearance of a huge black magic array, hordes of corpse witches and corpse witch kings streamed out of the array, with a light swing of the staff in their hands, and countless death clouds bloomed like fireworks in the sky above the festival, taking away young lives one after another.

Almost instantly, all the desert warriors focused their fire on the corpse witch group, and not everyone could calmly accept that their comrades were transformed into undead in front of their eyes, and with hatred and fear, many of them resorted to long-prepared ultimates.

Pieces of swords shot out, and the sluggish and fragile corpse witches were immediately cut down like wheat in the autumn fields, and after the blades were the Thor's hammer of the king of the hills, and the dense group of corpse witches that could barely insert their feet immediately appeared in patches. In the sky, the desert lizard quickly broke free from the vampire's entanglement and swooped down towards the tallest few corpse witch kings, although they were only distant relatives of the dragon clan, the desert flying lizard also had a large coverage of the scorching breath, and some of the corpse witches standing in the front were quickly melted into a glassy semi-solid and half-liquid fluid by the scorching breath.

Although they have a great advantage in the situation, the bald man on the barren hill unconsciously trembles, skeletons, zombies, ghosts, vampires, and corpse witches, what will happen next? The answer is already coming out, and it is difficult to accept, the bald man only hopes that all this is just a joke, a nightmare, and will not continue to develop.

It was evident that no god had heard his prayers, or had heard them and did not want to pity him, and from the center of the black magic array came the sound of horses' hooves, and a large number of terrifying knights wrapped in heavy black armor seemed to gallop out of the deep darkness, straddle the skeleton horse, wield the saber, and fiercely rushed towards every living object in sight.

A terrible horn sounded on the barren hill, and the moment he saw the appearance of the Terror Knight, the bald man immediately gave the order to retreat. But now that friend and foe are entangled, it is not easy to retreat with all their might, and the short-legged desert dwarves, the walking Abinus, and the fallen Mamluks have all been reduced to the ghosts of the terror knights.

A sturdy king of the hill swung Thor's hammer and slapped several terrifying knights around him into meatloaf, but he was immediately surrounded by more terrifying knights, and these knights used two knives at the same time, and many huge swords suddenly appeared above their heads, and in the blink of an eye, the king of the hill the size of the hill was dismantled, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The desert flying lizards hovered in the air tirelessly spewed searing breath downward, and the terrifying knight's slashing knife could not attack them no matter how long it was, but the black magic array flashed with a teleportation light, and countless bone dragons flapped their bone wings and flew out of it.

The desert flying lizard may be a distant relative of the dragon family, but every bone dragon was once a real dragon, and being besieged by so many bone dragons, the fate of the desert flying lizard can be imagined. The bald man who fled on his horse looked back in a hurry, and just saw a flying lizard torn to pieces by more than a dozen bone dragons, his heart was so painful that he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, hiding his face and crying.

When the banner of the coalition disappeared from the horizon, and not a single living desert warrior could be seen in the Scourge Legion's array, the undead suddenly stopped all movement, standing still in place. After a while, the dense undead gradually turned into phantoms one by one, as if they had been melted by the sun, and finally gradually disappeared completely, leaving only a stump and bones in the desert, and a boy who was desperately playing the harmonica like a demon.

It was a battle, the Desert Coalition was defeated and lost, and it could not recover for decades, some powerful troops were almost broken, and at the same time, the Scourge Legion, which had been silent for thousands of years, returned to people's attention in this way.