But Chu Mo, Lei Xiao and others shouted slogans for a while and then came to inquire about the waiter Alec Yates.
Several people looked at each other, but no one could say anything, because all they saw along the way were rotten dark creatures, and there was no such thing as the so-called waiter Alec Yates.
I have never seen any living people, but I have seen a lot of dead people.
Chu Mo frowned. He knew that there were only two possibilities for this matter: first, the so-called waiter Alec Yates was a complete conspiracy and a scam designed by the necromancers; second, the waiter Alec Yates
·No one in Yates has been found.
Although it seems like nonsense, if you think about it carefully, this kind of thing is not impossible. The necromancers are trying to occupy the continent of gods and demons and use various means to attack humans. But the strange thing is that if this design
The drawings of the cannon are in the hands of the necromancers. Why don't they use the cannon to attack human cities themselves?
Puzzled, Chu Mo solved it the lazy way.
Just don't think about it...
I said hello to these mercenaries and asked them to return to the city first. With a thought, I opened the extra-dimensional space ring, put on the large magic robe on my body, picked up the charming wind chime, and tapped the ground gently with my toes.
A teleportation was carried out, leaving behind a field of mercenaries...
Looking at the remaining dark blue light on the ground where Chu Mo was originally standing, Feng Kuang and Lei Xiao smiled at each other, raised their broad swords, and shouted that they wanted to return to the city to continue drinking wine. The remaining mercenaries also
After understanding it, everyone started their return journey happily.
But about an hour after they left, an uninvited guest came to this place.
His whole body was shrouded in pitch-black robes, and through the sporadic light, a pair of tan leather boots could be vaguely seen on his feet.
(PS: It is customary to replace all mysterious figures, or people who like to pretend to be mysterious, with black or gray robes, quack...)
He looked around at the traces of the battle, and then carefully observed the land, as if he was discerning something.
After a long time, he stood up and walked towards the north direction. In the night, he was like a black ghost. His speed was amazing and he disappeared in a few breaths...
Chu Mo held the wind chime and kept flying forward, the breeze caressing the wind chime's cheek and blowing away the long hair...
"Mo, do you still want to find the waiter Alec Yates?" Feng Ling looked at the surrounding scenery that disappeared in a blink of an eye, maybe feeling a little bored, and asked immediately.
"I think we might be able to discover some secrets..." Chu Mo said with some uncertainty.
"Secret..." Feng Chime chewed the two words and slowly said.
As he was talking, a strong wind blew up, blowing a large amount of disgusting rancid smell.
Chu Mo's body-protecting blood-colored energy surged out, wrapping the two of them in the center. Although they couldn't smell the disgusting rotten smell, both of them had very good eyesight and had already spotted a large number of zombies in front of them.
"Baby, it looks like we have to clean up the garbage again..." Chu Mo said lazily.
Before he finished speaking, he lifted his energy and rose to the sky.
There are probably dozens of these zombies. If Chu Mo doesn't mind the trouble, he can stand far away and use a lot of magic to blow these zombies into pieces. He can also use a little more mental power to use forbidden spells to clean them.
But now, maybe it is the habit of a warrior, coupled with the youth and passion!
Chu Mo put his head to the wind chime's ear, blew a breath of hot air, and asked softly: "Baby, it seems you haven't seen me holding a sword, right?"
Feng Ling was stunned when she heard this. She had indeed never seen Chu Mo holding a sword in his hand.
The first time we met, we just came to the Continent of Gods and Demons. At that time, Chu Mo was a pretty useless guy with bare hands;
When they met for the second time, Chu Mo turned out to be a great demon who wielded a blood-red sword and had a murderous bent;
Through the gradual contact, she saw Chu Mo's various magics and superb martial arts.
But I have never seen his white and slender hands holding a sword...
When killing zombies an hour ago, Chu Mo used shocking archery skills, which opened her eyes. Now he wants to use sword skills.
Oh my god...the great founding god, is there anything else he doesn't know?
No matter how shocked the wind chime was, Chu Mo was holding the wind chime with one hand at the moment. He opened the interdimensional space ring in his right hand at some point, and a dark long sword emerged from the deep blue light.
What kind of sword is this?
Feng Chime looked at the sword in Chu Mo's hand strangely.
There is no color, the hilt and scabbard of the sword are all black.
It seems that he wants to see the wind chimes more clearly.
Chu Mo gently pulled out the long sword and pulled it out of the scabbard with a clang. There was no cold light or sword aura. Even the blade of this long sword was pure black and could not be reflected at all.
A ray of light.
Seeing such a result, Feng Ling was a little disappointed. Originally, in her opinion, a good sword should have a cold light and a powerful sword. Once the sword is unsheathed, it can make the enemies around him tremble. But why is the sword in Chu Mo's hand...
So ordinary?
So ordinary that if you throw it aside, no one will notice it...
Chu Mo obviously understood the wind chime, and asked with his iconic evil smile: "In the dark night, is it easier to expose the target with a shining sword, or is it easier to expose the target with a dark and inconspicuous one?"
After saying that, he even put a beautiful sword flower on his arm and said with a smile.
After Chu Mo's explanation, Feng Ling suddenly understood.
Indeed, when assassinating in the dark, a sword with cold light and domineering power is indeed beautiful, but it is also the easiest to expose the target; on the contrary, such a dark long sword is very inconspicuous. If Chu Mo is allowed to use such a sword,
With the sword thrust out silently, who in the world can stop him?
Thinking of this, Feng Chih felt scared and shuddered.
Chu Mo smiled and kissed her slightly pale cheek.
With both feet strong, he dived towards the zombie group.
Holding the wind chime with his left hand, he waved the inconspicuous black sword with his right hand.
As soon as the two of them landed on the ground, as Chu Mo's black sword danced, streaks of blood-red sword energy strangled the surrounding zombies...
However, there were too many zombies around, so he gently threw the wind chime onto a nearby tree branch and showed a confident smile towards the wind chime. All these actions did not affect the long sword in his hand at all, and he was among the zombies.
The body spun at high speed like a top, and instantly jumped into the air.
His blood-red sword stretched out dozens of meters away, spinning out a series of indestructible blood shadows.
A flower composed entirely of broken limbs suddenly bloomed.
Chu Mo gently threw the long sword into the sky, and the sound of the sword being inserted into the soil was heard.
The long black sword was stuck in front of him.
Around him, countless large and small pieces of residual limbs and tiny pieces of flesh and blood were splashed outward;
Fortunately, Chu Mo had just thrown the wind chime onto a high branch, otherwise she would have been unable to avoid this rain of blood...
The wind blew gently at some point, and Chu Mo's originally bagged hat was blown open by the wind, revealing a head of messy and orderly long black hair.