"Does magic come from hell? What logic? ”

Looking at the corroded old mage with only one head left, he was silent, maybe he was just comforting himself.

It was difficult for a person without faith to understand a person of faith, so he looked around the room and walked out.

"The old mage is dead?" The Scarlet Nun asked when she saw her come out.

"Dead." She didn't want to deal with her, but seeing that she had no arms, she took pity on her and said, "I didn't hear any news, that old guy played tricks, and after asking me, he turned his face and didn't give me a chance to ask questions at all." ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't report it, there is still the ghost of the Holy One anyway, let's go." The uncle walked over from the side and said, "Thanks to the Sage, you came in time, otherwise there would be no way to deal with this necromantic elder." ”

"Take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and do their part." Frowning, he looked at the corridors on either side and walked over.

The uncle's smiling face fell, and he glanced at his companions left and right and said, "Let's go." ”

Outside the castle, the dense zombies were swimming aimlessly, and suddenly a clay pot smashed on the head of a zombie, and blood flowed immediately.

It roared, then sniffed its nose and bit its arm, but the zombies that smelled blood within a radius of 100 meters also rushed towards that side quickly, and quickly gathered a bunch of them.

"Bang~Bang~Bang~" The clay pots fell one after another, attracting the zombies to a pile, until they gathered at a range distance, Ruifeng opened a small wooden bottle, which was the blood contributed by the Scarlet Nun, and she sprinkled a drop of it on the linen tied around her waist.

"Roar!" The zombie group exploded its nest, and I saw tens of thousands of zombies running quickly in the direction of the sharp wind, and the momentum was huge, and the sharp wind quickly led them away after seeing this.

"The blood of top professionals has a special attraction to zombies." The movement of the corpses made the uncle slightly surprised, and he looked at the commander behind the cleared road and said, "Let the soldiers of the empire go." ”

The monks who had fallen behind the group looked back at the dwindling castle from time to time, and it was only when they were almost out of sight that Sharp Wind followed the group.

"Smooth completion!" Sharp Wind reported.

"Well done." The uncle nodded, and looked at the titled monks in the cart, "Our speed will increase next, you have to keep up." ”

"No problem." Several monks agreed.

"I'd better come down and walk, it's not much for me." The Scarlet Nun, who was sitting in the cart, said that her face was pale at this point, probably because of a broken arm and a second bloodletting.

"Is it okay? Your blood is also needed afterward. Uncle frowned.

"No problem." The blood-colored cultivator shook her head, and then said firmly.

"Is it really okay for you to do this?" Hearing this, the man on the side said, "She was already injured, and she still let her blood, okay?" ”

"But the others still have to fight." Uncle frowned.

"What about the priest who is lying down, he can't fight?" Ask.

"It's different, he can still fight after he recovers, and he will be bloody with her..."The uncle didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was self-evident, and he said with a little sadness, "This is the business of our monastery, I hope the sage will not interfere." ”

"Don't interfere." "But if she dies, you'll be in trouble with the book." ”

"I said I'd help you ask." The uncle frowned and said, "Sage, don't worry too much. ”

"Okay." He didn't bother to bother with them anymore and kept up with the team in front.

In the time that followed, they were all the way to the bottom of the kettle, and there was no such powerful character as the old mage in the castle, basically the uncle rushed in and took a piece of the body in a circle, and there was no chance to cast spells at all, unlike the elder who could hurt people when his hands were gone.

On the outskirts of the royal capital of Corde, the monks who had contributed in the battle were once again in high spirits, and the imperial soldiers had also experienced a skirmish, which seemed very heroic, no way, there were too many zombies here in the royal capital, especially the number of elite zombies.

"What junior and advanced, I think that in addition to being able to control zombies, those necromancers are no different from the wandering wizards outside, and they are as fragile as sheep under the sneak attack."

Said the priests who did not have titles.

"This time, I found a lot of beads that are immune to attacks, but I can equip the team leader." The Commander chimed in.

"Yes, after all, it's the headquarters of the Necronomicon, and we can't keep the sneak attack busy." The priest said, "This is the fight against the Necromancy, and if this is a war for humanity, we are now victorious. ”

"Yes, after all, the royal capital has been taken." Said another monastery warrior.

"The three ghost cities that stand next station are about to be ready, and there may be zombie lords inside."

"It's really, and it's amazing." A priest said, "But the Holy See sent someone else to deal with the zombie lord, and I don't know if he killed him." ”

"Lord-level existence, I don't know if it was a paladin or an exorcist in the past." The commander sighed when he heard this, "It's going to be hard for us to deal with elite zombies. ”

"It's not easy to fight heretical things on the grade, but it's okay, don't we have a more powerful one?"

As he spoke, the priest looked into the distance, and a group of people followed suit, and saw the man sitting alone at a small fire eating roast rabbit, with a broken sword beside him.

"I heard that the zombie lord ran out of the Hilton, do you think it will have anything to do with that sage?" The priest asked quietly.

"Who knows? But we can go over and ask. The warrior on the side said.

"Well, that's right, then you go talk about the tone and ask how powerful the zombie lord is, and we'll be prepared in case we meet." The priest said, and the others looked at the warrior in agreement.

"Shall I go as I propose?" The corner of the warrior's mouth twitched, but when he saw that no one answered, he finally got up helplessly.

"Hello Sage, I am the Great Swordsman of the Monastery, and your sword is very rough." The warrior walked over and sat down beside the fire, "Do you know how to maintain a one-handed sword?" ”

"There are four ways to write fennel for fennel beans, do you know?" He asked, glancing at him.

"Are there four of them?" The warrior was stunned, "But do I know what's the use of this?" ”

"Then as a wizard, what is the use of you teaching me one-handed sword maintenance?" Ask.

"Of course, to prevent the sword from wearing." The warrior laughed when he heard this, "Look at your sword. ”

"Just change it." He drew his opponent's big sword, and then threw his one-handed sword over, "It's your sword now." ”

The corner of the warrior's mouth twitched when he heard this, "Sage, I didn't scold you just now, after all, I want to go to heaven. ”

"I'm going to hell, am I?" Hearing this, he snorted and said, "If you have something to say, get out of here, don't affect my food here." ”

The warrior frowned when he heard this, but still asked, "Zombie Lord, have you met it?" ”

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