Different levels of summoning spells consume different levels of wizards' mental power.

The Grey Rat is just the lowliest of golemmons.

In order to verify whether the wizard's spell and the god's gift would be repulsed, Mu Yang tried to summon a few higher-level puppet beasts, and the final conclusion dispelled the last trace of worry in his heart.

The sun is in the sky, and the sun is like fire.

On the martial arts training ground of the Iron Mountain Tribe, Mu Yang told the surviving elders his thoughts of leaving.

Even though he had a premonition that Muyang would leave, he didn't expect him to leave in such a hurry.

"High Priest, what will we do if you leave?" Ah Fei asked.

Gangyan also said: "Yes, the clan has just gone through a big battle, and the Iron Hammer Patriarch has left us again, if you leave, we will ......"

"I don't want to go, but I have to. Mu Yang interrupted Steel Rock.

"Why?" Ah Fei wondered.

"Because ......" Muyang didn't know what to say, and the contact over the past few days made him realize that the more detailed he said, the more confused they became, "I'm sick." ”

"Huh, what's the disease?" the elders said worriedly, their eyes wide.

"A disease that is very difficult to cure. Muyang glanced at Gangwa and said: "I want to rush to Kaiyang as much as possible, only there can I find someone who can treat me, after I leave, you must move away as much as possible, this place is no longer safe, and the demon army will ......come at any time."

As he spoke, Mu Yang took out a animal skin from his arms and handed it to the steel baby, "Here is a map I just drawn, the route on it leads to a canyon under the cliff in the north, there is no demon army nearby, you go there to hide for a while, and then return to the village after the demon army is defeated......"

Muyang laid out the arrangements he had thought of in advance, and every detail was repeatedly emphasized four or five times, and possible accidents and coping methods were also explained in detail.

This was a simple escape from the mountains, and for the barbarians who lived in the mountains all year round, they were far more skilled in dealing with danger than Muyang. But because he was too worried, Mu Yang still said the time of the two pillars of incense in a wordy manner, for fear of any omissions.

"I'll go with you. ”

As soon as Mu Yang finished speaking, the steel baby, who had not spoken, suddenly said.

"You?" Mu Yang looked at Gangwa with some surprise: "Uncle just left, you are now the chief of the tribe, how can you go with me?"

Gangwa shoved the map in his hand into the granite hand beside him, and said: "We have discussed, the position of the chief of the Iron Mountain tribe has always been only held by the most powerful warriors of the tribe, and Brother Hua has returned to the tribe, he is the most qualified person to be the chief, and he also agreed." ”

Muyang looked at the granite.

"Gangwa is right, I agree to go back to the tribe to be a chief. Granite said: "You are now a man of steel baby, according to the rules of the barbarian tribe, where the man goes, the woman will follow." ”

Muyang didn't know what to say.

Thinking of the scene of the suicide of the steel baby on the mountain the night before yesterday, and then thinking about the death of the steel hammer in the hands of Shi Houzhong in order to protect himself last night, I suddenly felt a deep guilt in my heart.

He nodded, looked at the face of the steel baby, and said softly, "Okay, I'll take you away." ”

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......

A place of bones.

The sky was covered with lead clouds, and the eternal darkness trampled on the earth.

Su stood on the bank of a small black river more than ten meters wide, he still held the iron knife in his hand, the blade was covered with gaps left by slashing, the tip of the knife that could barely be called sharp was also curled, and the wooden shield in his other hand also had a large hole the thickness of an arm, which was left by the battle with a skeleton leader who was a head taller than him not long ago.

In that battle, Su paid a heavy price, most of his ribs were broken by the iron snatch in the hands of the skeleton leader, and his head was smashed into two holes, but in the end he still cut off the opponent's head, and the black gas absorbed not only greatly increased his strength and quickly repaired his injured body, but also brought nearly a hundred low-level skeletons under the skeleton leader under his command.

At this time, they were crowded together in chaos, standing behind Sue and staring coldly ahead, the click sound of the gum colliding was like someone stepping on a hill of dry bones, which was indescribably terrifying.

Across the black creek, there was also a team of skeletons.

They were more than twice as numerous as Sue, led by two skeletal leaders with dark green glow, one tall and the other slender, one wearing rusty armor and holding a large axe, the other carrying a soft gray rope.

Su stood quietly on the riverbank, motionless, and the tall skeletal leader on the opposite bank seemed to be a little impatient, raised the axe in his hand, and hissed loudly.

It was a provocation, and Sue analyzed the actions of the axe-wielding skeleton leader, but did not respond in any way.

As if enraged by Sue's ignorance, the axe-wielding skeleton suddenly took a step into the black river, and more than two hundred skeletons behind it followed closely behind, and the slender skeleton leader seemed to hesitate for a moment, and also took a step to follow.

The skeletons moved very fast, and the river was not wide, so they waded through the black water in just a moment, and then just as they were about to go ashore, Su suddenly raised the iron knife in his hand, and the skeleton soldiers behind him quickly stepped forward and blocked the opponent who had killed them in the river.

The fighting style of the skeleton soldiers is monotonous and boring, they are like puppets, doing the simplest chopping action, no dodge, no skills, they are all wounds for injuries, just see whose bones are harder, only faster than whose movements can be faster, in the chaotic slashing of the chirp, the broken bones and arms float and sink in the black river water, the disparity in numbers makes the gap between the two sides bigger and bigger, less than a hundred skeleton soldiers soon all fell on the river beach.

A faint black aura floated in the river, and they poured into his body along Su's nose, and the improvement of strength multiplied Su's demand for black qi, which could no longer meet his needs, but could slightly replenish some of the consumed power.

The axe-wielding skeleton leader has more strength than his size, and the heavy axe can smash the shield in Su's hand in a few strokes, and its companion wraps the rope in Sue's neck with the rope in his hand.

But Su is different, he is not an ordinary skeleton, he has his own thinking, he was born to fight, and the choice of this black river as the battlefield was premeditated.

The axe-wielding skull leader's axe slashed again, Sue didn't dodge, he suddenly threw away the iron knife in his hand, bent down and grabbed the skull leader's legs, and tossed it into the river.