Buried bones, on the edge of the stone bridge.

The lake has not been completely evaporated, but the riverbed has largely been revealed, leaving only the last shallow puddle at the bottom of the lake.

The dried bones of fish, fishmen, and water monsters hung on the mountain walls, and a disgusting smell of burnt paste permeated everywhere.

All that remains of the charred church is standing on the island, and the cemetery, the dormitory, and the vineyards and groves that Heine knew are gone, leaving only a few black ruins.

Heine looked at him in silence and said nothing.

In the works I have been exposed to before, the holy light is linked to hope and warmth, and no matter how bad it is, it is a representative of hypocrisy, and it is the first time I have seen such a violent and arrogant one.

The burial ground is indeed not a good place, and necromancers who deal with the dead are indeed hated.

But the corpses in the burial ground were all bought from the lord, and if there were no students, they would spend money to recruit them, and they had not done anything harmful.

Heine worked on a side job at the academy for three years, taking down almost every student's face, and never seeing a student secretly pulled to do human experiments.

It is a gray industry at best, and the sin is far from that.

This unprovoked railgun scrubbing reveals an extremist color everywhere, with a certain kind of deterrence that no one can see.

His affection for the so-called "Holy Light" has dropped to a negative number.

"Tut, Brother Yang, the people in your hometown are so ruthless."

"Don't say this nonsense, our bloody dawn is about discipline, and the eternal dawn is pure war criminals."

"Oh yes, you haven't broken up yet, why don't you go back and raise your arms?"

"Am I in such a hurry to send merit now? By the way, didn't you say that this is a broken bridge, it looks like you can still cross the car. ”

"It's just the last straw, I just hope he doesn't go straight to it."

Heine naturally wouldn't do this, he kept in mind all the key words mentioned by the other party, and immediately remembered the saying "broken bridge".

He silently memorized the conversation between the two men, tied the horse to the side of the road, and connected the three with a long rope.

"Step on where I've stepped on."

After giving the order, he cautiously stepped onto the stone bridge full of cracks, and every step was very cautious.

In just a distance of more than ten meters, Heine walked for nearly ten minutes, and Heine breathed a sigh of relief after completely passing.

Then, he heard the sound of a collapse behind him.

Looking back, the stone bridge was broken into four pieces.

He was glad he had listened to the advice of the time-traveler.

Fortunately, the spacing of each part of the broken bridge is not too far, and maybe it can be-

"It's finally a bit like the bridge I've seen, why is there an extra section?"

"The unstable approach to the island in the middle of the lake is trampled by a barbarian warrior in the game."

"Big jump off the bridge, isn't it, it's too silly."

"Indeed."

Well, not yet reassuring.

Heine untied the rope and beckoned the two to walk towards the charred church.

Siara usually stays there all night and goes back to sleep a little when it's almost dawn.

His mood was a little heavy, and his back looked very gloomy.

Suddenly, the cellar door under the corner of the church wall was lifted, and Heine was startled, and gave a low order to "hide", and quickly hid behind the broken wall next to him.

He looked back and saw that the two guys had only started to act after the order, but they had slipped faster than him.

Under the moonlight, in the hot air, the cellar door opened, and a rickety figure emerged from it.

This is......

Heine's eyes narrowed slightly, and his breathing became rapid.

Old Hunter?

He was sure that he was right, and several times when he went out hunting and returned late, the little old man waited at the gate of the cemetery with his hands behind his back to fine him money, and the silhouette was all too familiar!

I saw that the logistics butler came out and propped up the cellar door with a stick, and then drilled back and dragged out a sack longer than him.

Then came the second, the third......

He dragged out four sacks in one go, and there was no tiredness on his face.

Heine didn't think of the title "Erwuzai" for no reason, could it be ......

"Brother Yang, your suit is here!"

"Huh? What? ”

"'Flesh and Bone Connection' set, that bone chopping knife with a meat chopping board, the weapon bleeds, the shield has a weak life to absorb aura, and it can be used up to level 15."

"I remember, I didn't even make a set until I reached level 16...... This is the number 3 boss of the Bone Dungeon? ”

"Yes, that Erwuzai."

Sure enough, it was him!

The culprit of all this!

The old and new hatreds were stacked together, and although Heine hated the root of his teeth, he was still very calm when it came to the end.

He didn't know what Old Hunter's strength was, and he hadn't seen him make a move, but they said that this was the No. 3 boss of the Bone Dungeon, and it must not be simple.

But the two talked about the fact that today's attributes are enough to get a copy, and the only thing missing is "freedom".

The vast majority of geyers act only on instinct and therefore need restraint to avoid their ineffective behavior.

He doesn't have a system, and he doesn't know how to adjust the "mode", but I think it should be related to the degree of restraint.

Besides, there is a necromancer's tactics that do this—unleashing and letting minions move freely to attract firepower, and he has no problem doing so.

Heine no longer hesitated, he loosened his restraints on his servants a little, and at the same time gave instructions to the two of them:

"One silently approaches to attract attention, and the other takes the opportunity to sneak attack, on!"

The refinement order was quickly issued in the form of consciousness, and both skeletons were shocked!

"I don't feel so limited anymore?"

"Maybe cut the pattern, right? No matter, I'll go first, you go back! ”

“ok！”

As soon as the old Hunter leaned in and dragged the fifth sack, he grabbed the sheep and held the shield and leaned his body, and silently touched him three or four meters away with the dexterity that did not belong to the skeleton soldiers.

He suddenly slapped his long sword the wooden shield!

Clang!

The muffled sound was particularly piercing in the dead night, and old Hunt was visibly frightened, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the fifth sack fell back into the cellar.

Old Hunter jumped to his feet angrily and glared angrily at the sheep:

"Damn the skeleton shelf, look for death!"

But when he saw the silver ghost fire under the other party's hood, his body stiffened suddenly, and he stretched out his fingers and trembled:

"Spirits, zombies? You...... You are ......"

"What's the hell you're calling? Does my body still have an aura of deterrence? ”

Catching the sheep couldn't understand what the other party was shouting, but he saw that this was a good opportunity!

He accelerated suddenly, the distance of three or four meters was shortened in an instant, and the long sword covered his head and slashed down!

Clang!

At the last moment, old Hunter regained his composure, he raised his right hand, which was as black as a claw, and actually blocked the sword!

Then there was ecstasy!

"Hahaha, weak ants, you're not, you're not them!"

He grabbed his face with his other hand, and four bright red blood marks appeared instantly, and then four thin blood streaks stretched out, connecting the four sacks on the ground.

"Bloody body, fight for me!"

Old Hunter shouted hoarsely, and with a strong push of his right hand, the sheep was pushed out with a strong force.

The latter seemed to stumble to the ground, but unloaded most of the impact with a backroll roll.

The moment he got up, he half-crouched on the ground, held the wooden shield horizontally in front of him, and stepped back half a step with one foot.

Almost at the same time, old Hunter was bathed in blood and pounced like a ghost!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The blood claws left a deep mark on the wooden shield in a row, and the opponent's feet sank deep into the scorched earth, but they stubbornly blocked this series of attacks!

The perfect cooperation between the two is as if they have been discussed in advance......

"It can't !!"

Old Hunter looked horrified!

It's obviously the first time to fight, how can this skeleton completely see through its routine?

At this time, he suddenly noticed something unusual, why was there no movement behind him at all?

He was about to throw away this difficult bone, but he didn't want to vomit a mouthful of blood from a sweet throat!

Old Hunter hurriedly turned around, only to see a thin figure standing up from the fourth blood-stained sack with a double dagger in hand.

His dagger was stained with blood, and a large pool of blood oozed from under the first three sacks......

"No—"