In the spacious gladiatorial arena, a two-hundred-to-two hundred scene was being staged at this time, although this kind of scene was not common for those with extraordinary strength or non-humans, but it was not an exaggeration, two hundred skeletons were neither more nor less, but it was enough to enclose an enemy with three layers inside and three layers outside. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Huang didn't know what this so-called "Festival of the Dead" was trying to do, but since it was a trial, it was always right to fight if there was a fight. Then Hestia's army of the undead made him understand what innocence was.

Bai Huang has faced a lot of breakthrough battles with less and more, and he has learned the fallen demons of the Nibelungen and the swarm of Augustus, which gives him the illusion that there is no illusion in numerical superiority. It was only when dozens of throwing axes, javelins, and magic missiles overwhelmed him that he realized the gap between these undead and the irrational monsters of the past.

Challenging a hundred fighters in a melee class is completely different from challenging a hundred ranged classes, the former is at most facing a ferocious collective charge, but in fact there are only so many people to deal with at the same time, which can be broken one by one through body skills, but the latter means that you have to withstand all the enemy attacks at all times, although their bodies are brittle, but unfortunately, you will be set on fire before you break through the line of fire into an indescribable mosaic.

In the stands, a pale-faced ghoul spread his hands and said, "Ah, Hestia is too ruthless, how to say that he is also a newborn immortal, so it is not good to hit his young mind like this." ”

A ghost next to him walked around and said, "Becana, I don't think you're quite energetic, why have a few old guys recently called you 'demented'." ”

"Don't listen to those few broken nonsense, they just gossip everywhere when they are in a panic, why do you think our royal family has such a few old and disrespectful guys?"

The dementia in their mouths naturally does not refer to the intellectual disability syndrome of the living, but the virtual process of becoming a "wanderer", as mentioned before, the undead are not really immortal, their strength grows with the passage of time, and at the same time, the sober consciousness will gradually polarize, one is to gradually forget everything and become a dead spirit without self-consciousness again, that is, the "wanderer", and the other is to be unable to suppress the undead's desire for blood and flesh, and are jealous of what the living have. Hatred is corrupted, and eventually the riot gets out of control and becomes a "berserker".

Most of the immortals in the realm of death are asleep because of the "coming limit", and the old guys in the stands in front of them are all the best among the undead, and they can see the strong strokes they left in various eras when they open the history books of Brut and even the general history of the mainland, in short, these are "ancestor-level" characters, and they are not really here today just to simply participate in the "Festival of the Dead".

Many of the undead were carefully observing the newborn immortal with the pale soul fire in the field, but there were no slippers everywhere, and it was even more unreliable to die.

On the edge of the stands, a group of undead with both feet in a coffin were gathered around a round table with a checkered map with various symbols, wooden models of monsters and adventurers, and several dice of various sizes piled up next to it.

A skeleton with Erlang's legs crossed is holding the script and telling the development of the plot with emotion.

[The gloomy woods are filled with dry trees that have lost their leaves, and the twisted trunks of the trees resemble hideous faces, and four warriors from the dungeon city of Huttonmar set out on their way to the Cave of Sorrow after a night's rest at Camp Alpha. 】

[However, the sunny weather changed suddenly, and a rainstorm ......]

"Deenerfer, I'm going to unleash the 'Crowd Water Resistance'. A voice interrupted Dineffre's words, it was Shelfred, who had just bet with his underwear, and Dineffre had picked a dice for him.

"Oh, I think it's the same whether you cast or not, the water archmage Sherf has the staff bonus he got last time, and he will definitely be able to successfully release the 'group water thaumaturgy'. Eren next to him, who was playing a mountain barbarian berserker, said in a relaxed tone.

Sure enough, Dineffre then judged that the skill was successfully released, and the team that blessed the "Water Resistance" was not affected by the torrential rain and continued to move towards the destination.

[This rainstorm came and went quickly, and the "Weak Warriors" team soon came to the stupid donkey trail. 】

Several of the undead walked around their maps with their own character models, and just as Shelfred's mage character had taken two steps, Dineffre shouted to stop.

[The water archmage Sheldt triggers a trap, and white smoke spews out from the ground, causing him to fall into a deep sleep. 】

Shelfred threw the dice and threw a 1, and as a result, he fell into a deep sleep for ten rounds, when Ellen's eager voice suddenly sounded: "It's easy to sleep in a deep state, I'll wake up after a fight, Berserker Allen launched a normal attack on Shel, don't worry! I unloaded my weapon and punched you, can I still beat you to death?" ha!"

"But you're a mountain brute! and I remember you had a belt with an unarmed attack......"

Before Shelfred could finish speaking, Ellen had already laughed and took the dice handed over by Dineffre, threw them casually, and the ten-sided dice jumped on the table a few times before they settled steadily.

"Good, maximum!" said Dineffre's voice with some schadenfreude.

[A cracking sound sounded on the ground, and the berserker Allen punched the head of the water archmage Shelde into a weird angle, unfortunately, Sheld's cervical vertebrae were broken, and he was killed by a punch!]

"Oh my God! Ellen, you old bastard! You punched the character I worked so hard to !!" Shelfred suddenly burst into a thunderstorm, and the most respected majesty turned into an old bastard in his mouth, and a teammate next to him quickly grabbed him and persuaded him: "Don't worry, don't worry! I remember that there was an altar in the Cave of Sorrow, and we carried Sheld's body over, and maybe he could transform into an immortal." ”

"I don't want to be transformed into an immortal, so where is it still cosplay, and I don't change my appearance?!"

"Do you want me to bury you and let you play the role of bones!" Hestia's figure slowly appeared beside the undead, and the cold words made the air around him become oppressive.

Eren looked directly at the old ancestor without fear and expressed his dissatisfaction: "If it were me, I would bury that kid first, since everyone can't draw conclusions, then I'd rather kill the wrong one than let one go, I still mean that, it's best to dispose of him to avoid future troubles!"

This is the most incisive evaluation of the life of Ellen Saint-Arion of the Kingdom of Brut by later generations. (To be continued.) )