These high-level skeletons attracted by the spiritual impact did not come from a single force. They fought each other after they met, and the fight was a mess.

This result was too far from Yue Xiaobai's imagination, and the flame of excitement that he longed to fight with all his strength was poured with cold water.

The skeletal warrior with the mud on its body, the faint flames in its pupils burned violently.

"Come!"

A spiritual shock that was even more terrifying than before, like a storm sweeping over, intimidating the undead. The skeletons in the battle paused in unison, and the soul fire swaying in their skulls turned towards him.

...

Yue Xiaobai's undead were tall and strong, and he shook his shoulders, and he felt irrepressible joy for the upcoming battle.

His bones itched with excitement.

In the lead, there was a class with the highest attack power, a fifth-order skeleton spearman, which stabbed straight at the door with a two-and-a-half-meter-long bone spear.

Yue Xiaobai did not dodge or dodge, but took a step forward, and he put his left arm on the tip of the spear.

At the time of impact, the tip of the gun slipped away from the arm bone, leaving only a shallow mark.

Yue Xiaobai closed his bare teeth, his pale bony hand grabbed the handle of the gun and tugged hard, and the 'emaciated' body of the skeleton spearman staggered towards him.

The bone sword was slashed and retracted, and the spearman was like a heavy hammer, and its body was immediately repulsed, and its skull was full of cracks, and it began to shatter little by little.

...

Two fourth-order swordsmen on the left and right attacked.

Yue Xiaobai quickly took two diagonal steps, he dodged to the back of the swordsman on the left, and pushed the swordsman's body.

The bodies of the two swordsmen slammed into each other, and with a thud, the skeleton of the skeleton scattered.

...

There was a five-meter-tall giant bone skeleton, which carried a giant hammer and smashed it down on Yue Xiaobai.

Yue Xiaobai slammed over her waist and put her hand on the ribs on its chest and jumped onto its shoulder. The bone sword thrust through its pupils, piercing its skull through soul fire.

...

A bone arrow with frost grazed Yue Xiaobai's head. Fifteen meters away, a frost-white skeleton was pulling another arrow from its back.

This is a skeleton elite, a skeleton archer who has inherited the power of ice.

'Huh?'

Yue Xiaobai turned back suddenly.

In the other direction.

Under the protection of several fourth- and fifth-order skeleton warriors, a skinny skeleton mage was unleashing spiritual oppression towards him.

'Tsk...'

It's a pity, if only the skeletons could laugh.

Ignoring the Skeleton Mage, Yue Xiaobai leapt off the shoulders of the Giant Bone Skeleton and rushed towards the Skeleton Elite. Along the way, the skeletons that stood in front of it were either knocked apart or smashed by the bone sword.

When he was about to approach the target, Yue Xiaobai didn't avoid one of the arrows, his body stagnated slightly, and then the frost began to spread, forming a thin layer of ice on him.

But, it didn't work.

Yue Xiaobai slapped it on the skull, the skeleton elite couldn't bear his strength and was slapped to his knees, he raised the heavy sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword smashed the skeleton elite's skull together with his body from top to bottom.

The bone sword in the hands of the undead clone has also been baptized by the dark element for ten years, and the material is extraordinary, harder than iron, and it is very good to use it.

In a short period of time, the skeletons that struck first all fell, and the remaining undead skeletons realized how powerful he was. The survival instinct of the skeletons allows them to come together to fight against powerful opponents.

Yue Xiaobai rushed to kill him, one sword at a time, and in front of him, there was not much gap between the second-order skeleton soldiers and the fifth-order skeleton soldiers.

Dozens of skeletons were vulnerable, and they came down in pieces.

Skeletons have low combat power, sluggish IQ, clumsy behavior, and fragile bones. Human warriors of the same rank can easily defeat skeleton soldiers several times their size.

The battle is over.

......

The bone sword was inserted in front of the skeleton mage, and there were only piles of broken bones behind Yue Xiaobai.

This self-defeating skeleton mage, just while he was fighting, threw a few small spells, but they still didn't work.

The guards around it were also slaughtered.

Surrender or death is a good choice, especially for skeleton mages who already have rudimentary intelligence.

And it's a real coward.

Yue Xiaobai gave it all the soul fires all over the ground.

The skeleton mage devoured the soul as much as he could, and it was not until he held on that he chose two powerful soul fires to collect. After encountering a suitable carrier, you can put the soul fire in it and have your own guard.

This small battle is far from being enough to make Yue Xiaobai happy, what he wants is a hearty battle.

A hundred is not enough, then a thousand.

As it happened, he remembered that there was a Skeleton Lord nearby.

Half a year ago, when Yue Xiaobai wandered here, he passed by its territory. I just don't know, it's not here now.

...

The skeleton mage clutched two soul fires in his hands and followed him obscenely.

This stupid little skeleton shook its head all the way, swaying left and right, probably looking for a suitable carrier.

While passing by a pile of bones, it tripped and fell into a.

Yue Xiaobai held her forehead with her hand, and she couldn't bear to look at it directly.

'How the hell did this thing become a mage?'

......

In the direction that Yue Xiaobai was heading, there was a three-meter-tall mercury-colored skeleton, which sat on a pile of white bones.

It's called the Dreadblade, and it's an undead spirit that has lived for a long, long time. It's lost in memory of how far it has gone. It's been more than a thousand years since it could think.

In this long time, it has not only learned to think, but also learned to be lonely.

It has its own name, unlike its dull counterparts.

As a loner, it longed for a kind of person to communicate with.

In the beginning, it roamed the Bone Mountains for hundreds of years, encountering many dangers, but survived.

It has a strong fighting instinct and can kill them all, even when surrounded by a group of enemies.

But later, it was ruled by an even more powerful skeleton knight, and the strength of the other party had to bring it to its knees. In those decades, it learned to be free.

In one of the battles, the lord it obeyed died, and he survived and was free.

However, it is even more lonely.

Until one time, he responded to the call of the main plane and participated in the battle in the Radiant World.

The summoner was a human maiden, and after the battle, the maiden treated its shattered bones and spoke a lot to it.

Its rotten soul trembled at that moment.

In the future, as long as the girl summons, even if there is no reward, even if it is covered in bruises, it will definitely respond.

Time flies, and it watches the girl grow up, watch her give birth, watch her grow old.

She summoned it more and more, not to fight, but to confide in it what she couldn't say. Tall, silvery-white skeletons that always listen quietly.

The last time she was summoned, she was gray-haired.

She said, "Dreadblade, my lifelong friend, I'll soon be looking for you in the Land of Souls." ”

It waited for her, for a hundred and thirty years.

It's called Dreadblade, and she gave it its name.

Sitting beneath it was a pile of bones, made of tens of thousands of skulls.