"What the hell happened to tmd? Don't tell me this is the damn big devil of tmd who has appeared!" Although Zeng Xiaoren was dodging the broken rocks that kept falling from the sky, he did not stop talking and kept cursing.
road.
"If I guess correctly, it should be the necromancer himself who is coming to trouble us!" Nabanik gently broke a stone into pieces and said.
"No matter who comes, this formation alone is scary enough!" Zeng Xiaoren said after dodging a stone.
"I said you are such a villain, you are not a magician! You can control this place just by casting any defensive magic! Why are you still hiding here and there?" That Banik was helping Zeng Xiaoren crush the first
After n rocks fell, I couldn't help but curse.
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"It's good that I'm a magician, but I... I'm too weak mentally. I have to ask the boss to help me make some magic props... But when it comes to magic knowledge, I definitely know more than the boss!"
Zeng Xiaoren hurriedly explained at this moment.
"Fuck you!" The weak Hans couldn't help but cursed.
If Chu Mo was sober at this time, he would definitely think of some things in school in his previous life. It seems that college students can't even install light bulbs, and eggs don't even know they have shells...
This seems to be somewhat different from Zeng Xiaoren!
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Having said this, the ground slowly began to calm down. As soon as Zeng Xiaoren relaxed, a strange and extremely rotten smell emerged from the ground.
"It's a necromancer again... it really stinks!" Zeng Xiaoren complained.
"I don't know who's smellier is your fart or this one..." In this case, Nabanik rolled his eyes and didn't forget to say a few words.
"Haha! Of course he is the worse one!" Zeng Xiaoren laughed and said.
At this point, there was a faint red light coming from the chasm on the ground.
"What is this?" Nabanik looked at it suspiciously and murmured.
"The smell of blood!" Bean standing aside suddenly opened his mouth and said.
"The smell of blood? Why haven't we..." Zeng Xiaoren was about to say that he hadn't smelled it yet, but then the overwhelming smell of blood rushed towards him through the chasm, which made Zeng Xiaoren speechless.
"The Corpse King... it should be the Corpse King!" Kadi's face was already pale, he bit his lip and said with a pale face.
"Blood Corpse King!" Nabalu's cold expression that had remained unchanged for thousands of years also changed at this time.
"Boss, he won't come across this thing, right?" Zeng Xiaoren looked at everyone and asked hurriedly.
"Absolutely not. To refine a Blood Corpse King, tens of millions of zombies need to bite each other. Finally, after their flesh and blood are refined with undead magic, there is a very small chance that a Blood Corpse King will appear. One can appear here.
The Blood Corpse King is already very rare!" The weak Hans stood up staggeringly at this moment and said seriously.
"Big guy, are you planning to feed the Blood Corpse King with your body?" Zeng Xiaoren looked at Hans who was so serious and couldn't help but ask.
"Fuck you! If we encounter the Blood Corpse King, our chances of surviving are already very small. The speed and strength of the Corpse King are unmatched by ordinary zombies, let alone the strongest of the Corpse Kings, the Blood Corpse King!" Hans
He cursed at Zeng Xiaoren.
"Stop talking so much, get your weapons and prepare to fight! Look at this situation, the Blood Corpse King is coming out!" Nabanik shouted at the two people who were still scolding each other with two daggers in his hands.
"Hans is relying on you!" Cady gripped the sword tightly and whispered to the priest of light behind him.
"Big guy, to be honest, is your strength now as good as that of a pope or a high priest? I know you definitely hide your strength, right?" Zeng Xiaoren was already full of helplessness at this moment, and he asked with a sense of luck.
"Tmd, my class is just an ordinary priest! Not as powerful as you said!" Hans shouted loudly with his bull's eyes.
"Quack! Humble humans! In front of me, you can only accept the torture from hell!" A hoarse voice sounded from under the chasm, and then a black shadow flashed out.
"Necromancer!" Hans gritted his teeth and glared at each other.
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"Quack! You are so powerful! You actually killed my clone, let me all die!" The necromancer, whose whole body was shrouded in black robes, roared.
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep roar sounded, and a red flame was seen flying straight into the sky in the chasm.
Everyone felt that the place was suddenly full of murderous energy, the sinister wind was blowing, and the necromancers were accompanying them from time to time.
Nabanik and Nabalu looked at each other and resolutely said to the people who were still in a daze: "You guys stand back, we will be the rear here!"
"Are you stupid? Just the two of you, do you think you can resist the Blood Corpse King? Let's all work together to find a way. Besides, we still have life-saving rings! Now there are one, two, three, four, five, five people
We only have five breaths, at least we have to wait until the boss wakes up!" Zeng Xiaoren shouted to Nabalu and Nabanik.
"My servant, tear these humble humans apart quickly! Gaga!" The hoarse voice of the damn necromancer rang out.
The flames soaring into the sky seemed to have been ordered at this moment, and a deep roar seemed to be in response, rushing towards Nabanik and others who were still talking.
"Fight!" Nabalu shouted violently, holding a long sword in his hand. Suddenly, the muscles all over his body swelled, and his meridians could be vaguely seen swelling.
Whistling and booming!
Nabalu slashed with his sword, only to hear a sound of metal clashing, and then blood splashed everywhere. Nabalu had already flown straight to the stone wall behind him and knocked him down. With a bang, he lay down on the ground. As for the long sword in his hand,
At this moment, it was stabbed in the red flesh.
"Holy shit!" Nabanik saw his brother being knocked down, and the two daggers he was holding seemed to be trembling. He cursed in a low voice, and his figure quickly rose. In Zeng Xiaoren's view, it was like dozens of shadows.
, running around, but the red ball of flesh stood still where it had just collided with Nabalu.
‘Swish, swish, swish!’ Three blue lights flashed, and the big ball of red meat had been cut into three large pieces by Nabanik, but it still didn’t move. What on earth was it doing?
As if it was storing energy, the meat ball was shrinking violently. In less than a minute, the meat ball, which was originally as tall as a person, shrank to the size of a football, and then quickly expanded again.
Yes, that's right, it's swelling, not growing, because it expands rapidly like air.
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Although Nabanik, who was still in motion, was unaware of the situation, his peripheral vision glanced at the Necromancer standing not far away watching the battle. Because the Necromancer was covered by a black robe, his expression could not be seen clearly, but through him
From his trembling body, it was easy to see that he was laughing, laughing excitedly...
"It's blood transformation, it's blood transformation, haha! The Blood Corpse King is still in blood transformation, haha... I will be the number one necromancer in the Gods and Demons Continent... No... no... no... I am the undead monarch,
Haha! The undead monarch!" The undead mage kept laughing, his voice was very exciting, very excited. While he was laughing, he was stroking an inconspicuous and simple ring on the little finger of his left hand.
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"Go to hell!" The laughing Necromancer suddenly heard the angry roar of Banik in his ears.
But he was neither afraid nor surprised, but two green rays of light shot straight towards Banik.
At this moment, Banik didn't expect that the Necromancer would have a hand left, and with the hand he wanted to strike desperately, he stabbed towards the head of the Necromancer without dodging.
With a 'swish' sound, the green light that was supposed to hit Nabanik was blocked by a swift feather arrow. In a moment, the feather arrow turned into ashes.
Ashes were floating just one centimeter in front of Nabanik's eyes. Nabanik didn't even blink. Although he wanted to know who saved him, the blow at this moment was about to be completed. As long as these two daggers successfully stabbed him,
Get into the necromancer's head and it will all be over.
But will it really go as he wishes?
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