Chapter Twenty-Eight: What is a Soul Player?
"Look behind you!"
Quan Hubai turned his head suddenly, but it was okay not to look back, and he was startled when he turned around.
A cumbersome rune circle suddenly lit up under his feet.
I saw that on the silent path, the blue flames on both sides floated up from the torches on their own very abruptly, floating in the air, like a pair of extremely indifferent eyes, looking at the two intruders.
The whole tiger worshiped the monster and took several steps back in a row, looking at the group of blue flames floating in the air with a horrified expression, but the next scene made him even more creepy.
At some point, the dirt beneath his feet began to loosen, and a white skeleton with sand leaking through the dirt and sand emerged from the ground, and the white skeletons were armed with wooden shields and scimitars, wrapped in strips of rags, and behaved as rigid as puppets.
"Quan Hubai, what are you still doing stupidly? Stand there and be a target? β
Bai Liang shouted angrily and woke up the stunned Quan Hubai, and Quan Hubai was horrified to find that the blue flames floating in the air actually flew into the eyes of those white skeletons at this moment, and as the eyes of those white skeletons began to burst into flames, their actions suddenly became sensitive.
As far as the eye can see, the path is filled with crowded blue fire skeletons.
Quan Hubai was frightened and yelled, turned his head and ran, but his reaction was not timely enough, and his buttocks were slashed twice on the spot.
As if stimulated by the pain, after Quan Hubai was stabbed in the buttocks, he exploded, instantly turned into a black shadow, flashed several knives, and only stopped in front of Bai Liang in a blink of an eye and gasped for breath.
Bai Liang was a little surprised when he looked at the sudden surge in the speed of Quan Hubai.
"This pathfinder is a bit unqualified to be honest, you have triggered the most disgusting trap - the miniature wave of undead, and your luck is really back home."
Looking at the dense skeleton soldiers in front of him, he had to sigh.
In fact, he should have expected that in an open-air cemetery, what traps could there be? Basically, most of the mechanical traps will be destroyed by the wind, sun, rain, heat expansion and cold contraction, and the only ones that will not be destroyed are biological traps.
Looking at Quan Hubai's ugly, outrageously black African face, Bai Liang pondered it for a moment and said:
"But in fact, there's nothing wrong with this, you trigger the trap in advance, and we will be scared when the time comes, anyway, we will kill all the way to the boss room and it will be over."
Quan Hubai cried with a sad face: "Brother Liang, right...... I'm sorry, or we'll reopen. β
"How do you reopen? If you quit, you won't be allowed to fight. β
Quan Hubai's voice trembled violently: "I am ...... Say, let's reopen Slime Garden."
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Bai Liang endured the green tendons on his head, and deeply understood that he had to show some strength, otherwise he would worship this pair of urine and be scared out sooner or later.
"It's not promising, you can still go to Class D, why are you still thinking about that broken Slime Garden, stand aside, I'll show you my hands."
"I went to that D class and I also called it on my fingers......"
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Bai Liang chose to ignore Quan Hubai, and stepped forward, holding a broken novice sword.
Feeling the weight as light as a feather in his hand, he sighed a little, the novice equipment was still too poor, and this rusty sword could no longer keep up with his pace.
The skeletons in front of him were crowded into a small walkway, and the terrain played to his advantage, as he only had to face three skeletons at a time.
γBone Soldierγ
[Qualification: Inferior quality]
[Level: Level 6]
[Status (Immunity is Death, Resurrection Blessing): Immunity is death, and the resistance to the Holy Light is greatly reduced. γ
However, he thought about it and didn't start immediately, but said to Quan Hubai: "Squat!" β
Then he pinched a cannon and threw it into the strange pile like a thunderbolt.
"Boom!"
There was a loud bang, and those skeleton soldiers staggered, and the bone slag flew everywhere, but the strange thing was that after those bone slag fell to the ground, several skeleton soldiers immediately burst out of the ground, and there was an inexplicable illusion that they were fighting more and more.
And those walls are also extremely strong, and there are only a few more cracks after being bombed.
Quan Hubai looked at the mushroom cloud on the trail, and his eyes suddenly straightened.
"Sure enough."
Seeing that the physical attack really couldn't work, Bai Liang held the big sword that had been buffed by the Holy Light, stepped forward a few steps, and faced the three skeleton soldiers who squeezed over.
Although the three skeleton soldiers moved vigorously and looked a few points faster than the wolf king he had encountered in the trial dungeon, they looked extremely slow in the eyes of the warrior who had turned more than one turn on the panel at this moment.
With his current speed and explosiveness, those skeleton soldiers who didn't even have level ten couldn't get close to him at all.
He let out a low snort, stepped forward, and with a sword draw, the swept skeleton soldiers turned into ashes on the spot, flying in the air.
And the sword wind that he roared out was able to blow some small people and skeletons that had not yet developed directly to the ground on the spot, and even some skeletons were lucky not to be hit, but because they were too close, they were blown away by the sword wind and smashed to the ground and shattered.
Quan Hubai opened his mouth wide, looking at Bai Liang's skeletons staggering like a god descending from heaven, without the power to fight back, his eyes almost fell to the ground, and shouted: "Wo Cao!" β
"Assassin over there, have you seen enough? Do you want to give you a bag of melon seeds? Bai Liang flew a skeleton, feeling as if he had become a bitter worker again.
At this time, Quan Hu Bai saw this, immediately came back to his senses, picked up two small daggers, and stepped forward to assist.
Bai Liang was single-minded, and after sweeping down a large number of skeletons, he ordered: "You look at the situation, if any small skeleton that doesn't have long eyes finds a gap and sticks to his face, you go up and entangle him, do you know?" β
Quan Hubai looked at the fierce sword wind, and didn't dare to get close to Bai Liang within three meters, but at the moment, he didn't want to look too dish, so he had to sneer and say, "Huh...... Got it. β
After hearing this, Bai Liang no longer kept his hands and used all his strength to spread his fists and kicks.
He held the big sword in both hands, spinning it quickly like a spinning top, and even under his feet because of his terrifying speed, a small hurricane was formed, and those skeletons were not even close, and it was a question of whether they could stand firmly.
Quan Hubai held two daggers and stood on the sidelines, intuition that he was extremely embarrassed at the moment.
I knew about each other's levels before entering the dungeon.,It's clear that he's the highest level.,Why is it all different after coming in?
Thinking about it, Quan Hubai can only attribute Bai Liang's to the credit of his fingers.
After all, normal level 1, or class G, how can it be like this?
remembered that Bai Liang had said before that he could wear the same pants as those who were familiar with his fingers, and he was immediately relieved.
About ten minutes later, after a storm of explosions, except for a place of ashes on the entire path, only a few scattered skeletons in the distance remained, and they were very humane and hesitated to come.
"Hoo ......"
The big sword "Duang" in Bai Liang's hand hung down, he wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and took a few breaths, "The consumption is a bit large, I want to slow down." β
Quan Hubai hurriedly took out the dagger again and blocked it in front of Bai Liang, "Brother Liang, you have to take a good rest, we will have to fight the boss later, if your endurance is overdrawn or the law is bottomed out, it will be bad, leave the rest to me." β
Bai Liang took a few breaths: "Yes, after picking it for so long, my hands are actually starting to be a little sore, this consumption is really too big, I have to take a good rest." β
Before Quan Hubai's footsteps landed on the ground, he stumbled.
"Brother Liang, you ...... Isn't it a skill to have such an awesome windmill as yours? And after picking it for so long, it's just a little sore? β
Bai Liang was a little speechless: "Who told you that as long as it's a big windmill, it's a skill, hurry up, you can't keep calling me to fight." β
Quan Hubai smiled a little embarrassedly, and after readjusting his body, he rushed to the far side of the trail and started a tense and fierce battle with the two little skeletons.
In his sight, the whole tiger worship body kept glowing with a faint black light, relying on a speed faster than those skeletons, with the turn-based spirit of soul players, waiting for the little skeleton to quickly run away before attacking, and waiting for the little skeleton to attack and hurriedly come back and rub a knife.
In this way, you stab me and me, and between hundreds of rounds of each other, you solve the battle in a fun, textbook way of not being greedy.
At this time, Bai Liang finally had enough of the play, and stepped forward to urge the whole tiger to worship like a dead dog, "Okay, okay, don't gasp, and then explore the way, the boss battle is the next highlight!" β