"What's going on?"

Seeing the funeral that was supposed to judge the sinner, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cannibalism between the resurrected people and the elven warriors, Imiro'er was stunned, and she had no real sense of the absurd scene in front of her. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sacrificial ritual in her hand also unconsciously spread out under this sudden impact, causing the plants around the basin to stop their abnormal growth, and even shrink back strangely, returning to their original appearance, as if there was no change.

Suddenly, a monstrous roar rang out behind her, and Imiror wanted to turn back, but there was not even a brief moment, a skinny withered claw was about to tear her slender body apart.

But in the next second, the white shadow still existed on this chaotic battlefield, and the living dead who attacked her had turned into charred ash with sparks, and the wind blew away in smoke.

Yimi Ruoer stood in the ashes, Zhong Lingyu's delicate and pretty face, with palpitations for the rest of her life.

"Miss Druid, please don't linger on the stage of men, your delicate body may not hold up for even a minute. ”

Blowing on the smoky staff, the old man in the mage's robe gentlemanly extended his hand to Eminole with a smile on his face.

"Thank you for coming to the rescue. Imiror finally came back to her senses and looked at the old man gratefully: "But now I don't seem to have the need for you to protect me. ”

Qing Yue's moving voice fell, and the slender hands that were as white as lotus roots once again condensed the breath of life, and the rotting corpses within a few meters around felt this amazing vitality, and they were attracted one after another, and they approached.

However, just before the first rotting corpse waved its rotten claws, the rocky ground under Yimiror's feet suddenly trembled, turning over four or five pieces of rock and soil, and in the red soil layer, human hands made of clay glued together broke through the heavy cover one after another, followed by a strong earth and stone body, stepping out of the rock formation and turning into soldiers and descending in front of the corpses.

After the appearance of these soldiers who turned over the earth, they were like the elite warriors of the Wind Wolf Tribe, fighting with these carrion corpses who intended to devour Yimiror, and under their fearless protection, none of the carrion corpses that were eyeing Yimiror could get close to her within half a zhang, and they were all blocked by the earth and stone soldiers.

The old man's face was still cynical, but the old yellow eyes flashed a little bright.

muttered: "No wonder the shaman of the Wind Wolf tribe took her in at the risk of extinction, the druid's life summoning technique is really too rebellious, especially since she is still a female druid who is one in ten thousand......"

"The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. ”

As he spoke, the staff quietly swung out, and the brilliant fire flashed away, and the snake-like flames like thunder and lightning instantly took away the life of the carrion corpse that wanted to bite away at the old man.

The matriarch stood on the fire stand, commanding her people to escape in a loud voice, and at the same time giving orders to the soldiers to resist the invasion of the living dead.

Behind the matriarch, the young man helped Du Sen and did not leave, he knew that he and his crippled cellmates would not be able to leave safely surrounded by rotting corpses, even if this group of rotting corpses was made by his subordinates.

After giving another order to the warrior, the matriarch asked the wind wolf she had summoned to help in the battle, and turned back to look at the young man coldly.

"I don't know how your faithful servant can do this kind of thing, but just the undead disaster, my Wind Wolf Tribe still has the strength to suppress it, and after this incident, you have only one way to die!"

Hearing this, the young man remained silent, and sat down with Du Sen, who couldn't support him, but he had other thoughts in his heart.

"It's been almost half a day since we were caught, right? With Frando's speed alone, we shouldn't be able to catch up, but I personally appointed Shania, who guards the three classes, and her subordinates will be the largest number of large tombs in the entire Tumonsas, although the quality is not as good as the upper class, but there is no shortage of capable people, if it is him......"

"I hope Shanya won't be stupid and send someone else over. ”

Below, Locke, who was holding the evil spirit elixir in his hand, had fallen into a state of concentration on poisoning at this time, and bottles of dark green potions were taken out one after another from his sleeve robe, and scattered them towards the corpses under the shroud, but because he was too focused, he didn't notice that the living dead on the field were turned the tide by the matriarch, and the derivation speed was even inferior to the speed of death, and the balance gradually tilted towards the Wind Wolf Tribe.

What's even more terrifying is that he poisoned too diligently, and the corpses sprung up like mushrooms after a rain under his urging, and some of them didn't even have time to attract the people of the Wind Wolf Tribe, and their eyes fell on their own creators.

Locke excitedly swayed the potion, for him who was obsessed with all the dark witch technology, being able to personally use the evil elixir prepared by the king of the dark witch, Kel'thugad, from his hand was equivalent to the priest receiving the favor of the Holy Light, and he was as fascinated as a boy who had just kissed for the first time.

The rotting corpse approached stiffly with a staggering step in his concentration, and let out a terrifying roar from his mouth, but Locke took this as the impetus for creation, and became more and more diligent.

When the hoarse roar began to sound more frequently, amplified in his ears like a loudspeaker turning up the volume, Locke looked up in surprise to see a shocking rotten cheek roaring in front of him.

"Ahh

After being stunned for a moment, Locke screamed in horror and hurriedly retreated, but he crashed into another corpse, and the strong stench instantly occupied his sense of smell.

"It's over. ”

Locke's face turned pale, and he even felt the teeth of the carrion grinding, as long as these elves infected by the evil spirit potion caused any wound on the living, the evil spirit potion would instantly infiltrate the whole body like a pervasive bacteria, causing it to gradually decay into the same living dead.

Although dark wizards are the creators of the undead, it does not mean that they themselves are undead, and they often change into clothes and they can go to church and recite the Bible.

If the rotting corpse is scratched, Locke will most likely join the carnival of the rotting maniacs.

"Amen, Amen!"

As a dark wizard, he is even praying to God in his heart at the moment that there is a prince charming in Qiji who can come out to relieve him.

But the absurd thing is that his prayer actually took effect, of course, the person who came did not ride a white horse, and even his gender was not revealed.

Quietly, the carrion corpses surrounding Locke were solved one by one by invisible attacks in this piece of air, sandwiching Locke's two carrion corpses, and as soon as the claws and fangs touched his skin, the whole body suddenly shattered and exploded, turning into a puddle of pieces.

Locke stood dumbfounded, but he quickly came back to his senses, his expression revealed a strong surprise, and he pointed to the air around him and laughed: "Shadow? hahaha, definitely a shadow!"

The place he pointed out actually emitted a burst of black gas out of thin air, and out of the black air came out of the dark elves wrapped in night clothes, holding short swords and staring coldly at Locke.

"You are my Prince Charming, come, one by one. ”

Locke smiled and screamed as he lunged at one of the sultry dark elves, who took a step back and let him fall to the ground.

Then he ignored him and scattered to kill the enemy.

was snubbed by the beauty, Locke was not displeased, sat on the ground and looked at the fire stand, looked at the young man's delicate face, and suddenly showed a dusty smile.

"Human, keep your eyes open, why should you resist the intrigues of your loyal and ignorant servants, who are so pale and powerless before the suppression of absolute power?"

The matriarch stroked the green silk that was messed up by the cold wind, turned her head and looked down at the young man on the ground with an inexplicable smile, and her pretty face full of mature charm swept with disdain.

"Most of the undead you rely on have been wiped out, and in a few minutes, our people will be able to quell this rebellion, and you will be sacrificed to the god of wind wolves. ”

The young man shook his head slightly, looking at her, but he was talking to others: "Shadow, you are really late. ”

The matriarch sneered, and with a slam of the deadwood scepter in her hand, she slammed it into the young man's body to teach him a lesson.

But the scepter fell, but only half of it remained.

A hoarse and cold voice suddenly sounded between the two.

"My subordinates are late to save the car, please forgive the witch king. ”