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The silence was broken by a subtle sound, followed by more staggering shadows. They maintain some of the characteristics of humanoids. limbs, bodies, and even clothing, and from the scattered leather and metal, it may be possible to deduce the identity of the drow or dwarves in their lifetimes......

But now their names have been unified.

Undead creatures are almost the most common monsters in this world, especially in the Dark Regions.

They are corpses that refuse to die, are aroused by intense **, or magical energy. They have no pain, no fear, and their hollow hearts are forever filled with unspeakable hunger and malice—for all living things. And the negative energy that rages in their dead bodies also gives them certain special abilities, such as the ability to detect the existence of life.

With this power, they were rushing towards the five or six figures in the field.

"The eternal restless dead who groaned from the abyss reprimanded you to return to the space that belongs to you—the undead exorcism!"

With a snort, Miss Lisa raised her hand, and a soft light shot out from the tip of the hammer, and a dozen of them gathered around were immediately broken down into the tiniest particles in the white light.

In the slowly dim white light, the half-elf priest proudly withdrew his hammer and smiled as if he were the brave man of the psalms.

However, for Edward, who was standing beside her and had just raised his gaze, he really did not have the slightest joy.

The drows hadn't even mentioned to themselves that the area behind the portal was a relic of the Arcane Age, and they simply said that there were traces of psionic monsters and eye-demons...... Well, in fact, it seems that the Drow haven't sent anyone to investigate the other side of the passage on a large scale for hundreds of years, and more recently, the guys in charge of the simple investigation of the situation here seem to have died in the previous battle - probably the First Mistress deliberately tried to cover up the fact that she colluded with the spirit sucking monsters, and the truth of this qiē has become untraceable with the woman's soul being taken away by Rose.

According to the original plan. He just wanted to explore the nearby roads and harass the psisophists a little more so that they wouldn't be so bored...... Because it may be hostile to high-level monsters like Spirit Suckers and Eye Demons, who are good at controlling their opponents. So he didn't bring a lot of drow with him as cannon fodder.

But now it seems that this plan can only be overturned, and some more Pastor Drow will be brought in to clear the surrounding area one more time.

The thought came to mind, but it was fleeting. Because it's not far away. The druid was letting out a whisper of surprise.

"Oops......"

Edward was startled, he didn't have to look back, he also noticed the fact that worried him—the light that had just stirred up in the city had dissipated, and the halo of magic was sporadic with stars. It was jumping over the rows of wreckage, fading as if it were a circle of pitch-black ripples spreading around it...... Not far away, the shimmering portal unexpectedly glowed with a gray luster, and soon, the halo of magic covering it dimmed, and the ripples slowly rippled, and finally became a dead gray rock wall!

Dark. Once again, it enveloped the surroundings. And in the silence, the subtle friction sound that tickles the ears gradually became louder.

There is no change in the climate in the deep underground, and the temperature around it even exceeds the current temperature of the hot summer on the surface...... The faint, rancid smell of sulfur seemed to indicate the source of this temperature...... Only now, the crowd is looking at each other at this moment. I couldn't help but feel a certain coldness rise in my heart.

"Those damn people who should be thrown into the abyss, didn't they say this teleportation rift was permanent...... Do you fall into the well?"

The male drow grinds his teeth. muttered in a low voice.

Edward's gaze swept around him, but he didn't speak. Of course, he knew that the Drows, at least Acerena, could not have betrayed him in the last few days, and in this case, it was possible that something had happened over there, but it was more likely that the ruins themselves had some kind of ability to turn off teleportation.

Or rather, the trap?

"Why are there so many, from ......" the half-elf grumbled with a frown, but Edward's voice stopped him before she could start another chant.

"Stop. Keep some magic on your toes. ”

Edward's probe pulled a longsword out of the space bag.

Adventures in the wild, I don't know what kind of problems I can't deal with, not in the city or nearby, resting places, food and cover are at your fingertips, especially spells, magic skills, are extremely valuable - adventure is not a third-rate game, drink some water to fill the mana gauge. The priests of this world, like the mages, have a limit on the spells they can cast, even if Lisa and Dahni's magic attainments are quite good, there are only dozens of magic skills every day, and if they are used up, they can only be replenished by prayer the next day, and it is too wasteful to use them to deal with such low-level undead now.

"In the name of the spider queen, make you submit!"

Dahne apparently heard Edward's warning, but she didn't heed it - the skeletons of several drow elves shook, turned around and swung their blades at their original companions, although the tattered metal had corroded Yan Zòng, but after all, it was still made of dark adamantite gold, and with a few swings, it also smashed the heads of several undead around them, and the bodies were torn apart.

The Drow priest stepped forward silently, the corners of his mouth curled in a seductive arc.

Good, or a clergyman of the neutral class. Most of them can use divine power to return the undead to dust. Soil to earth. This is called "transcendence." But the Spider God Queen is such an evil god priest. You can channel the energy of the same kind through guò, and in turn control the undead. for their own chase. It's called "rebuke", but it's far better in terms of practicality.

"What a nasty rotten melon...... "The half-elf muttered dissatisfiedly, then raised his voice, "Die, you dead ghosts!"

By this time, several skeletons had already crossed a collapsing stone wall and pounced on the half-elves.

They were just in time to catch Miss Lisa's hammer, and the heads of the two skeletons flew out and exploded into a cloud of fireflies in mid-air, and the skulls that had lost their heads fell apart and scattered all over the ground.

"Let's go......"

With a low sigh, Edward led the way east.

Now that the portal is closed, there's no point in staying here, and it's the Psionic City that is bound to go to in the plan. This is the best option - even if you don't trade with the octopus heads, getting close to their city will also reduce the chance of encountering undead creatures.

Thankfully, a psychic that is well versed in history. Several fragments were poured into his mind, and he also had a general idea of the city, which was part of a plan thousands of years ago for mages to explore and try to master the entire world. This is a cutting-edge pilot.

In the years before the advent of large anti-teleportation circles, cities built in the midst of mountain cliffs were relatively safe places to live—their already sturdy structures protected them from most aerial attacks. And if the enemy doesn't know the exact layout, they won't be able to teleport in accurately - it's ridiculous enough to get stuck in the dirt and rock and bury it alive, and even more ridiculous, it's undoubtedly like the famous monkey caught in the center.

A more secure approach would be to build the city directly below the surface. Even if there is any enemy who gathers a large army. The narrow tunnels will only nullify their superiority in numbers.

However, the huge portal in front of you is not the location of the whole city, but only a gate built on the outer edge of the city, or rather, a transportation facility - the mages of that era had a very different mind and idea from modern times, which came from their understanding of space technology. This understanding allows them to cross near-infinite distances. But the sheer power was not without danger, so the mages shelved it in a corner of the city to save it.

With the passage of time, the magnificent empire built by the mages was destroyed, and the temptation to lose support was abandoned, and they could only sleep quietly in the dark. Slowly by the passage of time,

The main body of the city. Apparently it fell into the hands of those soul-absorbing monsters, these parasitic monsters. In terms of the habits of settlement, the magpie's nest dove is also revered - although the ancient ruins do not have the slaves that can be used like the existing cities, some of the remnants of the Arcane era are enough to attract the attention of these monsters.

Minutes and seconds passed.

There was a monotonous but clear grinding sound from the depths of the darkness, and after advancing two hourglasses, the enemy that appeared in the darkness in front of Edward was already an extremely large rib.

The seven-foot-tall and stout gray skeleton moved out of the darkness step by step, and on a huge and ugly skull, the soul flame slowly burned and beating, forming a flickering red eye in the eye socket, even if there was no flesh and skin, it could be seen from the huge arm and the jaw protruding forward, this thing should have been an ogre when it was alive.

Claudia, standing beside Edward, stepped forward.

With a bang, the monster had already smashed down with a punch without hesitation, and a circle of stone powder suddenly rose on the ground, spreading outward. The remains of the masonry were shattered under this blow, and even the stone slabs on the ground spread like spider webs!

It's just that this monster's stupid action is destined to not be able to put on half of Claudia's coat - just as it retracted its arms, a crisp click exploded, and the long sword in the female knight's hand had penetrated the forehead of the giant skeleton, and the long sword that split the bone turned slightly, and the huge skeleton followed in the footsteps of more than a dozen of its companions.

But the crisp victory didn't make Edward feel a little lighter.

The undead in this world is not a legend that scares children, and the negative energy that builds their motivation will generally only gradually deepen over time, but the existence of magical creations will greatly exacerbate this process, if this is really a relic of the Arcane Age that has been abandoned for thousands of years, then it is not surprising that even if it is a litter of zombies or carrion monsters or something.

It is difficult for a single undead to pose a threat, but if they are increased too much, they can become very formidable opponents.

Moreover, there are many types of undead, although there is no shortage of simple and brainless beings such as skeleton zombies, but there are also a variety of opponents with high intelligence and strong abilities.

Although there is no special research on the dark region, but according to the consistent cognition, monsters usually have some spheres of influence, and the depths of this dark region, close to the territory of the spirit sucking monsters and eye demons, the wandering monsters should belong to the stronger, but the number is not very large.

Now, however, the undead around us seem endless.

The only thing that luckily is that skeletons are the lowest of the undead, and they don't have much intelligence. just acting according to the instincts of the remnants of the soul condensed in the world by negative energy, extremely dull and clumsy,

But the undead are undoubtedly the most hated enemies of psychic warlocks...... All right. It should be said that everything that has no intelligence is a nasty thing for psychic magicians, especially teleporters. But the worst thing is. Edward didn't have much research on the undead - in the Whispering Forest, most of the dead animals, as well as humans, would soon become the delicacies of the scavengers, and their bone clubs would be eaten clean by ants and small things in less than half a decade. In addition to the sturdy armor, the equipment does not leave much trace at all. Nothing gathers death

But the trouble is if this neighborhood is really a remnant of an ancient city. So hundreds of thousands of years have been piled up, and there are probably not a few such undead.

"That group of annoying rotten melons are in the same party, bullying me just didn't prepare to avoid necromancy, waiting to see if I go back this time, I ......"

Stepping over the wreckage of the undead, Miss Half-Elf's eyes widened, noticing the burning fires in the distance, but even so. She didn't forget to mumble under her breath...... 'just right' for someone in the team to hear the complaint.

But the next moment. A strong tug on her arm!

Yes!

The little girl screamed!

Something happened so suddenly that she felt like her heart was almost popping out of her mouth!

Right in front of her, Bai Sensen, with sharp barbed claws less than a foot away from her, the wind pressure from the impact made her face ache, if not a hand reached out. Pulled her back, and a longsword reached out to hold the claw in time. I'm afraid that even if she hadn't been cut in half by this heavy slash, she would have been scratched in the face!

The undead who had raided her let out a piercing moan.

This thing is not a skeleton. It's a monster with a body of flesh and skin, but its appearance has been completely corrupted, showing a purple color, and the color on the head and neck is darker, and the surface covered with rotten skin has completely lost the appearance of facial features, and even the eye sockets have been covered by rotten flesh, but it has a complete exposed brain, and the gray-white brain marrow is still swaying slightly with his writhing movements, as if thinking about something......

It's just that although its appearance is close to that of a human, its movements are not at all similar to that of a human, but rather closer to some beast of prey—the ends of its limbs that land parallel to the ground, with a long, skeletal hook and long claw! It was this kind of claw that he was now clinging to the half-collapsed stone wall covered with lichen.

When such a thing sticks itself to the stone wall covered with lichens and does not move, it is really difficult to distinguish at first glance, not to mention the gray, white and black environment around it, which will make people's vision a little blurred after a long time......

"Sneer......"

The thin sword that set up the monster's claws waved slightly, and a telescopic one had pierced into the zombie's skull, and with a slight stir, it dispersed the soul fire of the negative energy gathering, and then pulled back, and when the action was completed in one go, the monster's waving claws were only half raised, and when it swung heavily into the air, the flames that exploded in his brain made its body twitch and turn into a mess of carrion!

"This thing...... It seems a little different, this is just dead. It seems to be coming from that direction, so ...... Are we going to move on? Probably some ...... over there."

Easily stepping over the undead's body, the drow man looked cautiously left and right, while Edward's brow furrowed.

This male drow is indeed a little different, not only because of his story and some quiet resistance to the control of psychic abilities, but also because of his martial arts......

This kind of swordsmanship, no matter which family it is, is more than enough to get a position as a martial arts chief. It's hard to imagine a drow of this skill willing to spend his life in the treacherous underground caravans - money is never a sign of strength in the shadows, and even the wealthiest merchants are always in danger of being imprisoned and dispossessed by the ruler of a city, as long as they are done properly and there is no rumour.

Why did he follow him? If he wanted to leave, he might have been able to do it a long time ago, and his mind control might not have had any effect on him before.

Could it be that there is some ulterior motive?

However, now everyone is a grasshopper on a rope, and he is not afraid of this guy's trouble......

"Can you find out the direction it came from?" Edward asked, and after seeing the other man nod, he commanded, "Just go in this direction." ”

"Why?" the half-elf frowned, the monster in front of her made her cover her small mouth, and she had a disgusting expression, obviously not wanting to deal with this kind of monster anymore. But the humans followed the male drow and began to move forward: "Because it may be possible to find a guide." ”

The group cautiously walked forward into a steep slope, and then entered an empty hall...... The hall has lost its former glory, filled with waste, dust, cobwebs, and darkness.

But in this hall, a play is being played. (To be continued......)

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