"No wonder the man in white has been moving slowly, it turns out to be such a disgusting rotting corpse." Chen Qingyuan pinched his nose, his face was full of disgust, although they stood in the distance upwind, they couldn't smell any peculiar smell at all.

"It's a carrion parasitized by demons. Anyway, there are demons in the West, why haven't we heard of ghosts in China? After Hao Fei saw that the rotting corpse had no support, it slowly turned into a pool of disgusting pus.

"Yes!" Chen Qingyuan actually took the trouble to introduce: "The game, how can there be no ghosts and skeletons." You are not a Taoist Buddhist, so you basically can't touch them, but there are very few of them, and the powerful ones are sealed by the old man's gang, and the non-powerful ones are also limited to some places for potential disciples to try. ”

"So you've encountered it?" Hao Fei was a little surprised.

"Well, I've killed several." Chen Qingyuan put his hands behind his back, looked arrogant, and said: "What kind of white-clothed female ghost, ownerless wandering spirit, looks scary, but in fact, it is very unbeatable." ”

Hao Fei thought for a moment and asked again, "Internal force can also cause damage to these ghosts?" ”

Chen Qingyuan said: "That's not the case, the internal force can protect itself from being attacked by the ghost spirit, but if you want to destroy them, you need your internal force to contain restraint power such as Dao power or Buddha power, otherwise you can't hit them." ”

Hao Fei understood. He suddenly thought of the plot in A Chinese Ghost Story, Yan Chixia, a spicy judge who was famous in the twenty-six provinces of Guangxi in eastern Kanto, was also a martial arts master, he studied under the Huashan faction, and fought with his junior brother Xiahou swordsman for seven years, and every time he won narrowly. When the Xiahou swordsman encountered a ghost, he couldn't even pull out his sword, so it could be said that he was instantaneous, but Yan Chixia was a character who could be a monster in seconds, and it must be the Taoist technique that worked again.

He couldn't help but think of his bastard skills and dragon capture skills, which were all mixed with the internal strength of Buddhism, and he didn't know if it would have any effect when he encountered ghost NPCs in the future. Thinking of this, Hao Fei laughed in vain, feeling that he was thinking more and more, in the past, he didn't want to think about tomorrow after today, but now he has to think about every step he takes, and he doesn't feel tired, he still enjoys it, maybe this is the change brought about by his identity and strength.

One of the mage's spells directly exposed the true identities of the black and white warlocks, and directly eliminated one, which can be regarded as a remarkable achievement. However, things turned out unexpectedly, and the players didn't buy it.

For them, it doesn't matter what the identity of the NPC is, the real reward is the real thing. The mage's behavior, which broke the rules of the game and harmed the interests of the majority, has become the target of public criticism.

"Five-fold reward, still valid." The lich sitting cross-legged laughed strangely, and the night owl-like voice sounded as if it came from the Nine Hells, no wonder it had not spoken before, and normal people would get goosebumps when they heard such a voice.

The players are surrounded by mages, and they don't need to be instigated by the lich at all, they have this plan. Not only for the sake of reward, but also to kill a master together, it can also effectively prevent the opponent from breaking them individually, so that their ranking can be easier to get higher. Now the only question is who dares to make the first move, the first bird is not so easy to do, the first person to do it is definitely the one who loses the most.

The mage swept away with cold eyes, he was still so unhurried, and his speech was still calm: "The wounded lich needs a fresh soul to mend, it has absorbed several of them, and when he recovers, none of you will be able to escape!" ”

"We get rewarded and go, whether it recovers or not! It's a big deal, let's join forces to kill it again! ”

"That's right, without food and water, how can we get out of this desert, sooner or later we will die!"

"What's wrong with NPCs being lichs, I've also done the mission of the Death Lord, and it's only natural that you will be rewarded for doing the task!"

Everyone was gossiping and condemning, but in the face of the powerful mage, none of them dared to take the lead in the charge.

The mage ignored them and turned to the four warlocks and said, "Stop, you four, your dark magic is not maintaining the formation, but helping the lich to repair his injuries. ”

The four of them looked at each other without stopping, and one of them said, "It's just the output of magic power, we know it." But you, really want to ruin our rewards? Although you are strong, but against the warlocks, and there are four, I think the probability of your death is 100%. ”

It's common sense that mages are good at bursting, while warlocks are good at torment. Even if the algorithm master can beat four warlocks in seconds, he can't withstand the continuous damage of four warlocks in the end. But Ronakos said calmly: "When I joined the Winterhold Mage Alliance, I swore that if I encountered an evil xenomorph, I would destroy it, even if it cost my life. This lich and the imps of hell are already very evil in instigating human life and death duels and absorbing souls, so if you refuse to retreat, I will have to kill you all to prevent it from harming more people. ”

"It's really righteous!" The warlock sneered, "Kill a lich and you will surely be appreciated by your organization, and there are countless rewards of all kinds, don't think I don't know." But what about our skill books? Can you give it to us? ”

"Maybe, I don't know if there is a reward, but your so-called skill books, those are all illusions of hell imps." Ronakos was not explaining, for every minute of delay, the lich was a point stronger, and he could no longer play tricks.

"Mana Charge!"

With Ronakos' incantation, a dazzling ray of light emanated from his staff, connecting to the circle.

"He's using his magic to charge the circle?" A warlock for some reason.

"He's destroying the output of our dark magic. When his mana is stronger than the dark magic of the four of us, we will be devoured. Another warlock explained.

"It's so arrogant, he wants to be a pair of fours?" The third warlock sneered.

"I think he has the strength to ......" The fourth warlock was a little weaker and was already feeling the pressure.

"Take advantage of this opportunity to kill him! Ten times the reward! I just want to heal my wounds, you will fight to the death sooner or later, and I promise to let you go when you are healed! The lich screamed loudly, raising the reward and making a guarantee.

The lich was right, and the tenfold reward was enough to impress people's hearts, and the players didn't know who took the lead and roared, and the others rushed towards Rhonakos, who was pumping out his magic.

Unable to distract himself at the same time, Rhonakos could only withdraw his magic, his slightly angry eyes looking at the besieging player, and at the same time reciting an obscure spell in his mouth.

"Cold Snap~!"

The surging cold air poured out from the mage's feet, turning into a flood beast and charging at the players around him.