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Chapter 813: The Winner is King

As a result, in the evening, he was 'not strong': "The caravan below? they~~ They didn't provoke us~~" But the robber mage sitting in front coldly pointed to the cautious caravan in the foothill path in the distance, and interrupted loudly: "Didn't you say that you didn't provoke others? Aren't you still locked up by people and exiled like piglets! What is the world now, can't you still see through?!! now is the era of competition! The winner is king! Do you want to be a successful king, or do you want to be a coward who can be bullied at will?

As soon as these words came out, the mages riding fierce dragons on the left and right shouted excitedly: "The winner is king, we will be kings!" and then roared and mobilized the six or seven poison-tailed dragons with wingspans as large as mammoths under their seats to rush straight down. Passing through the clouds and mist in the sky, approaching the rolling mountains, holding aloft magic wands and wielding a brilliant 'Burst Fire Thunder', the cold wind as fierce as the 'Ice Storm', the green light as rain 'High Acid Arrow', etc., Huhula smashed their heads and heads into the panicked enemies on the ground, and they shouted wildly: "Here we are again! Our spells have run out, run away!" and then Huhula scattered and fled.

In mid-air, he breathed a sigh of relief as he sat on the Wyvern at Falymouthton, and finally he didn't have to really kill - although he did look like a murderer, but he just wanted to kill those who hurt him and insulted him, and it was too difficult to really attack those who had no hatred. Immediately, they also sent out a few 'Thunderbolt Arrows', 'Extended Range Magic Missiles', and so on.

Although they didn't hit anyone, they hit a few innocent horses in the loud bombardment of 'boom!', and when they saw these flesh-and-skin horses screaming and falling to the ground, kicking and struggling, neighing, and staring in horror at the horrific spell explosions around them, they suddenly felt a little unbearable: they were innocent, but they were still involved. Alas~~I can't help it~~ If you don't do it, I'm afraid that you will be thrown down by these robbers now.

When I thought of this, I felt a heavy heart: 'It seems that this world is really like what the robber mage said, the winner is king, and he can wreak havoc on the innocent at will. Why is the world shaped like this?' This heavy feeling lasted until the mages laughed and lowered the dragons, gathered their belongings into dimensional pockets, and raised a scorching fire to roast fresh horse meat, and it never dissipated. Even after seeing the bloody horse meat in his hand, he became even heavier: Maybe I am just meat in someone else's hand. Do you really have to demonize yourself like them in order to get rid of the fate of making meat? For a while, the five flavors were mixed, and there was no taste at all, and even the meat and satin that the robber mages next to him screamed wow.

Finally, a shrill voice woke him up: "Ghouls?!! undead!"

From the sparse pine shrubs at the foot of the mountain, there was a sudden 'Wow~~' screaming and rushing out dozens of long-armed and clawed ghouls that were as fast as fierce chimpanzees!

It's not a stupid zombie, it's a slaying monster as agile as a skeleton warrior, with a natural desire to rip open the chest of the living, and gnaw at the beating heart and the latest liver sausage with its rows of sharp, filthy teeth! The mages who didn't have time to ride the flying dragon instinctively cast spells and flew into the sky in panic, not wanting to waste their spells, but they were surprised to see that three or four heavy wyverns who had not been able to take off were surrounded by ghouls, jumping on their mountains like wolves and biting wildly, and their thick and powerful claws tore apart pieces of solid scale armor, and in the terrifying sound of flesh and blood cracking, the painful wyvern roared wildly, and ran in terror.

In mid-air, the mages who couldn't bear to lose their mounts had to fight back to save them, and in the bursts of broken mages and the bursts of 'pound!pong!' spells, the ghouls' skin was charred and pulp, and they screamed angrily and with extremely unwilling sounds, they retreated.

The mages who had descended to check on the Wyvern's injuries finally took a breath: "No wonder the merchants shouted 'It's coming again!' These undead are curious, they don't look like humans! There are big goblins and gnolls! Dizzy, where did they all come from?!" Sure enough, if you look closely at the corpses on the ground, there are actually jackals with fur and protruding jaws, diminutive green elves, and even ~~ and a few harpys with severed wings!

Falymouth finally had a chance to 'make meritorious service' without killing people, and immediately spoke: "I heard that there are a few bear goblin warlocks in the mountains and fields in this area, and it seems that they still believe in the god Shar, and then they use necromancy to start sweeping away goblins, kobolds, jackals and so on. I also want to be a soil overlord for a while. These messy ghouls are presumably occasionally separated. ”

Several mages angrily gulped at the corpses, summoned translucent servants to drag them away, and then began to pour potions on the dragon, continued to grill half-cooked horse meat, and after preparing to feast, they drove the dragon away and moved to the top of a higher mountain to rest overnight.

Unexpectedly, when the food was about to be finished, there was a burst of 'Boom~~' from the gradually dimming mountain shrubs around the place, and in an instant, between the surrounding dead trees and leaves, there were red and shining lamp-like bloody eyes, with a greedy and cruel undead aura pressed over step by step!

The robber mages were annoyed: "What's the matter? A few garbage undead are still robbing us?!Get ready to 'strike the undead' and 'command the undead'! Do you really think we haven't played necromancy?!Dog, while the boys are playing, you bear goblins are still feeding in the haystack!" As he spoke, the blood-eyed undead in the dazed bushes on the opposite side let out a strange scream of ferociousness and excitement, like a rushing wave!

'Boom~~' The brilliant white light on the ground flew like sharp arrows through the air, and with a strong restraint of positive energy, it poked fiercely at the swarming clawed saliva ghouls, burning them all over their bodies. There are also special 'Rank Order Undead' blasted into the opposing group with bursts of faint light, vowing to make them kill each other!

'Ah!!h

"Stop them with the wall of fire and the wall of ice!!" The demonic mage led by him waved his strange and powerful devil's hand and shouted as he flew his own flying dragon, and slowly ascended with this fierce beast with wings as big as a mammoth. In the whirring wind of the wide dragon wings, a sharp and heavy black iron mangs pierced through the dragon's thick neck like a solid wood, and the ground slammed into the flesh and bones, and the painful dragon roared wildly in the sky!

In a terrifying shaking chaos, a fierce white figure the size of a half-body suddenly jumped up diagonally, with a pair of short swords with a cold light and a sour green forest, like a terrifying flesh-cutting beast tooth, slashing at the dragon scales and dragon flesh, killing the scattered broken dragon scales and slashing out the blood and water arc light!

The mage riding on the mad screaming wyvern roared angrily, "Bastard! bastard!" roared, raised his hand and rushed over with a dragon's breath-like 'cold ice', slashing at the small but sturdy white figure. In exchange, the murderous snow-white figure jumped out of the surging white frost impact, with a thick face of a shrunken skeleton, and killed head-on like a ghost!

'Click~~' The ground is as sharp as a scissor, and the robber mage leader who is ready to 'the winner is king' is extremely unwilling to fall down the bipedal wyvern that once crisscrossed the sky. It was only when his eyes were about to close that he saw that it was an expensive 'shrunken skeleton construct' that was slitting its throat head-on! a killer-type special construct, which was harder than steel and fearless of ordinary spells! At this moment, this terrible 'little thing' had already flown up the sturdy head of the bipedal wyvern like a fierce baboon, raising its shining short sword and stabbing it down!

'Bang!' There was a muffled sound of bones cracking, and when the once majestic bipedal wyvern dissipated its last unwilling breath, and fell into the dark night sky like a broken building block, falling on the craggy and indifferent mountain rocks, there was already a burst of blue-black poisonous clouds around it with a strong strong acid and nausea breath that swept across the entire battlefield, and all the mages who had not had time to take off were caught off guard and fell head-on, coughing violently and convulsing on the ground in the drowsy strange fog, and every muscle in the body seemed to be paralyzed!

The same painful Farlymouth gasped for air, and with each gasp, his whole lung burned like a fire, and the pain became more and more intense! At last he rolled to the ground in pain, his helpless limbs convulsed from lack of oxygen, waiting for the strange ghouls around him to bite him into bloody flesh and broken bones!

"I'll never see you again~~" He muttered his girlfriend's name with difficulty, and prayed to the gods with the last of his senses: "Please~~Please give her a happiness~~Please~~." In a trance, a burly demon figure like a sub-giant warrior slowly emerged in the swirling dense fog around him—a fusion of a mountain giant and a large toad spirit, covered in pimples and poisonous smoke, thick skin and dark green terrifying war demons!

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