But Gurf was still able to play some role, especially when Qi Lang's sword light occasionally dispersed the mist, making him see clearly the large number of zombie warriors who were advancing bravely, he immediately made a decision, pulled out all the remaining signal arrows at once, and launched them into the sky without hesitation.

"Peng! Peng!"

The arrows pierced through the milky white mist, blooming in the air like ceremonial flowers. Those colorful fireworks did not attract the attention of the zombies, nor did they stop them from continuing to wave the swords in their hands expressionlessly, and even Qi Lang was very skeptical that they could be seen by Steve, and the effect they could play was just to strengthen their courage.

In fact, it was only Gulf who needed to be brave, and even Shukin rushed forward with all his might, shooting arrows at Qi Lang and Igro, and a considerable part of them were quickly captured by her in mid-air. It's just that Schukin has given up on the idea of replenishing Gurf's arrows, because his quiver is already full. I don't know if the coward was too frightened to shoot, or if he realized that his arrows couldn't hurt the zombies, so he gave up the idea of attacking.

The minutes ticked by.

The gamble looks like it's a win-or-lose, as there are more and more zombie warriors. It was as if they had come out of hell, unconscious and fearless.

Iglu is starting to wield it. It is estimated that he has gained a deeper understanding of his ability to control dead bodies, and has become familiar with it. His speed began to increase, and the black qi emitted from his body became heavier and heavier, and those black qi seemed to evolve into invisible whips. Each volley can draw out the evil power hidden in the zombie's body.

What kind of means is that? Igru himself couldn't figure it out. All he knew was that it was an evil force, and as he used it, he would get more and more excitement. The excitement wasn't much like Gulf's drinking too much fruit wine, except that Igru's face didn't turn red and he didn't throw up against the wall. He just smiled and rushed to the kill, stopping occasionally to observe the zombie warriors' reactions. Seeing them fall one by one, Iglu couldn't tell how happy he was.

It was probably Igru's innate instinct, the magic that drove him crazy. But Qi Lang was not worried about this, because their minds were connected—Iglu had not lost his mind, and as he had promised, the power of fantasy would never affect his mind.

As for the feeling of pleasure? That's nothing, for a wolf, he usually feels pleasure in killing, like devouring a bloody piece of meat, but that's just instinct. What's more, Igru is not killing at the moment, he is just helping the strange-looking dead people to find their place - hell where they deserve to go. He who deserves rest gets rest, that's all. It's a philanthropic cause. It's a pleasure to help others, and Iglo should be happy about it.

But Schukin was worried. The troubled girl didn't know where she had learned so much strange knowledge, as she recognized at a glance that the skill Igru was using was called "Corpse Spirit", but she didn't say it this time, and even Gulf didn't get any news from her. Because she saw that Igru's methods were a little different from his brother's—the black aura was indeed a little terrifying, indeed full of evil aura, but the giver's eyes were completely different, because Igru's eyes were still faintly blue, and his brother's eyes had already become as bright red as blood.

Of course, Schukin didn't think that her kindness would get any friendship back from Iglu, she had already seen this fierce fellow, he was a grudge-loving stingy, and maybe one day he would stretch out his sharp wolf claws and paw them on her long, dark and beautiful neck. However, there is one thing that Shukin agrees with, although Iglo is not very good-tempered, but on the whole, he can be called a kind person among the wolf clan.

He's a good wolf, and his color is ugly, but it's not his fault that he's ugly.

Compared with Igru's soaring progress, Qi Lang's side encountered some difficulties. He somewhat underestimated the difficulty of this task, especially the super high physical demand, which he completely underestimated. The light of the holy sword needs the true qi in the body to catalyze, Qi Lang's true qi is not small, but the zombies that appeared in front of him seem to be inexhaustible, and under the control of Igru's unknown brother, they also began to adopt roundabout tactics, no longer like at the beginning, just rushing to find their own way to die, they began to use the dense fog around them to fight, and in the fog as thick as milk, the light emitted by the holy sword is difficult to spread.

Qi Lang didn't have much time.

More than ten minutes have passed in the blink of an eye, and it is estimated that the snow wolf hiding in the shadows is about to attack. The hapless Marcus will be the first target, and this target must have been stared at by the snow wolf for a long time, how can his fat body not make the wolf clan salivate?

Of course, the light of the holy sword was not Qi Lang's only means of dealing with those zombies. Whenever the true qi in the body was running a little bit out of line, the spiritual power of the warrior began to come into play. It's just that that kind of tactic is extremely disgusted by Qi Lang, because it is too cruel, and the effect of each sword swing is often that the zombie in front of him turns into a pile of minced meat. They may have been savage guards at the beginning, and had waved their cruel whips at innocent slaves, but now that they were dead, and all their sins were scattered with the passing of their souls, and the bodies they were left with were innocent, and if possible, preferably intact.

Qi Lang's idea Gulf will definitely appreciate it, it's not that he is also very repulsed by this cruel method, just because if there is a large number of stumps and bones under his feet, he will not be able to walk, you know, the pair of leather boots he wears on his feet were purchased by Lucy for a month's salary, and they are not a kind of gift, but if Lucy finds out that he is dressed so carelessly, Gulf's kiss will definitely not get any response for a whole month.

Finally, good news came from the sky. The rain began to fall, and the roar of the drake was deafening. At the same time, Qi Lang was also pleasantly surprised to find that behind him, there were bursts of shouts of killing, and the extremely heavy and dramatic voice seemed to come from Lieutenant Colonel William.

"Warriors, the time has come for a decisive battle at last! Behold, there is a glorious breath in the air, and you must feel it...... Oh, what the hell is this!"

The warrior's rush drowned out the second half of Lieutenant Colonel William's impassioned speech, and slowly, his high-pitched voice began to lag behind the rest of the troops. It seemed that he had encountered some minor trouble, and Qi Lang was very skeptical that he would find an ideal and convenient place in this foggy canyon, especially since there were many wolves hidden here, they were hungry, even if it was a small sausage, they would not let go.

"Mission accomplished, Sergeant Qi Lang!"

A drake swooped down and landed on the ground with a thud, and four big feet stumped on seven or eight zombie warriors at once. Immediately after, Steve jumped down, his eyes showing a slight surprise, obviously he didn't expect that the opponent he was about to fight was some zombie-like monster, but his tone was still excited: "More than 20,000 Credon have withdrawn to the northwest, and they can't escape." Now, it's up to us here!"

The one-arm zombie that was shattered by a sword, Qi Lang took the time to shout to Steve, "That's good, but I have bad news." Prince Marcus, they should be around here, we need to hurry up and kill these monsters, and in about ten minutes, those villains will attack the prince and them!"

"I will not allow it!" With a fearless roar, Lieutenant Colonel William rushed over with a long sword in his hand, his pointed helmet had been lost, and his blond hair was messed up like a pile of weeds, but to Qi Lang's satisfaction, his leather trousers were still dry: "Who dares to hurt our noble Prince Marcus, the brave William Giles will be the first to fight him...... Hell yes!uh...... I mean, Your Majesty, why haven't you gone back yet?"

"I don't have time to explain to you, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel!" Qi Lang waved his hand helplessly, turned around and blasted the half-headed zombie to pieces with a sword, "I suggest that you lead the soldiers to search carefully around on the premise of ensuring your own safety, they must be around here." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty, your order is ......"

Lieutenant Colonel William's flattering words have been left behind, Qi Lang really doesn't have time to listen to his nonsense, since the large army has been killed, it means that this battle will have a result, he can now focus more on that snow wolf, try to catch him, let him confide the truth!

The scuffle began. The fierce soldiers are like bamboos, and the deafening shouts of killing, the clash of swords and the roar of dragon monsters are intertwined into a majestic symphony, and the fight to the death appears in almost every corner of the valley. Despite their numerical superiority, the zombie warriors are not emotionally invested in this battle, and it is estimated that they are desperately looking forward to returning to Hell sooner, and the soldiers of the Luman Empire are happy to help them. (To be continued......)