Silence is the best quality of a fighting team, and of course it is easy for Senior's team to achieve, and none of its followers can speak. After the heavenly fire came, all the high-level undead creatures disappeared, and the current "Skeleton King" was not the seventh-level undead who crisscrossed the buried bones before, but the self-proclaimed Hedgehog Prince.

Senior's heart envied the skeleton, because the skeleton had hands, and it only had hooves, which were much more convenient than hooves, could hold weapons, could use tools, and hooves could only be used for running. Among the low-level undead, skeletons have a distinct advantage, especially after having a bow and arrows, and long-range strikes can cause headaches for opponents.

In the desolate place of bones, occasionally scattered weapons, a notched kitchen knife, a leaky shield, these are undoubtedly a great help for low-level undead, although Seniors do not know why there are broken equipment in the underworld, who once dropped them here, but the clever hedgehog often wanders around with his younger brothers, arming each skeleton.

In a place of tombstones, Senior's discovery of a metal helmet, despite the damage to the small half, was a significant gain, and the Hedgehog Prince began to review his troops to determine who the helmet should be given to. The skeletons are very obedient to the command, and when they receive the soul consciousness of their masters, they slowly line up according to their "qualifications". Seniority is determined by how long they have followed Senior.

The oldest is the "temperament" stubborn black skeleton, called the big black by Senior, the hedgehog admires the bravery of the big black very much, and rushes to the front every time he fights, and never avoids retreating, but the shortcoming of this guy is that he is a little stunned, so stunned that he refuses to turn when he walks, and when he encounters a big rock, he often has to hit seventeen or eighteen times before he understands that he can't get by.

"And the helmet will be given to thee, Great Black, for thy bones are the strongest of all, and thy flesh is our shield. Seniore arched his helmet with his skull and moved it to the feet of the big black. Da Hei let out a burst of joy and gratitude in the depths of his soul, then bent down and picked up the helmet, put it on his head, turned his body, and showed his might to the second child.

But the next thing was not good, Da Hei began to stumble when he walked, because the helmet was heavier, and the thing lost its balance, like a headless fly, either falling on its heels, or putting its head on the tombstone, making a loud noise. In desperation, Seniore had no choice but to let Da Hei take it off, and look at the few younger brothers in the back, two grays, three grays, four blacks, five grays, and six blacks, they are all more fragile than Da Hei, and they can't support their bodies with helmets, so a good piece of equipment, just like this?

What can be done? Seniore circled around the helmet, and after five turns, he couldn't find an idea, this is not the main plane, there are blacksmiths and furnaces, after smelting, it can be rebuilt and changed into a small breastplate, what is in the underworld, how can you be picky when resources are scarce?

"Hidden, there are magic archers!" "Seniors limped and hid behind a tombstone, the spider silk armor on his body couldn't resist the erosion of magic, "Damn, what kind of deadly skill is this, osteoporosis archery?"

Da Hei saw that the master was injured, and immediately became angry, no matter what the strength of the other party was, he rushed over with the small round shield in his hand, but unfortunately its shield was small and pitiful, and the other party's swordsmanship was very accurate, and the second arrow came, hitting the pelvis of Da Hei, and the magic arrow was powerful, instantly splitting the black skeleton into two. The top half of the big black fell to the ground, but he still didn't change his original intention, and struggled to crawl forward, trying to fight the enemy desperately.

"I told you to be hidden, do you understand?" "That's a fourth-level magic skeleton, do you have a lack of strings in your brain?"

Five gray and six black rushed up, dragged back their eldest brother, the skeletons were hidden behind the stele, not daring to expose it again, the hedgehog carefully poked his head out from the side of the stele, looking into the distance, on a raised dirt bag on the ground, there was a white skeleton, holding an iron bow in his hand, looking vigilant. Looking at the quiver it carried, there were at least seven or eight bone arrows in it, presumably this area was considered by the archers to be its territory, and other undead were not allowed to invade it.

"Skeletron is threatened by a small skeleton, it's so shameless!" Seniore thought annoyedly, it actually wanted to subdue the white skeleton and add ranged combat capabilities to its team, for this powerful level 4 magic undead, the only way to win is to outwit it. "Hold that helmet high and see if it will attack. ”

Senior's new instructions to the younger brothers, he intends to consume the magical energy of the white skeleton, and recently Senior, using its wisdom, summed up a set of shameless tactics - detour, attrition, drag, conquest, specifically against opponents stronger than himself, it solemnly announced to the younger brothers: "We are the scoundrels of the underworld!"

Three Gray crawled on the ground, crawled to the metal helmet, held it high above his head, just over the height of the stone stele, the white skeleton really reacted quickly, an arrow came, with a crisp sound, the bone arrow hit the helmet, knocking it more than a meter away. Then the two ashes repeated the action of the three ashes, and also ushered in an unceremonious warning.

Senior's heart was secretly happy, it found the weakness of the archer, this is an arrogant fellow, he values his own territory very much, and at the same time he is not good at melee skeleton, because he does not allow others to approach, as long as it uses up its arrows and mana, it will be easy to do next, maybe he can put it down with a sudden pig arch on it.

"Go on, go on. "Until it can't shoot an arrow." ”

Seven arrows, eight arrows, nine arrows, the white skeleton finally stopped attacking, and Seniors saw that Six Black was holding his helmet, less than ten meters away from the enemy, but no bone arrow was fired, and he thought that the opponent had been exhausted, and immediately decided to interfere with the archer's attention. "Make a provocation, six blacks, disgusting it. ”

"What's disgusting?" Rokuro didn't understand.

"It's disgusting to come out and do the most ugly dance you think. Seniore thought for a moment and explained.

"Knowing the master, I learned to be disgusting. "Six black jumped out from behind the tombstone, facing the white archer, pouting his buttocks, of course, for the skeleton, it didn't actually have a butt, it just looked like the pelvis was curling. This action still angered the fourth-level undead, and it rushed down from the dirt bag, raised its iron bow, and ran viciously towards the six blacks.

"Other brothers, pay attention, surround me, this territory will soon be Lao Tzu!"