Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 380 The dagger hit someone

Sanguilande.

The ancient God of War Temple is buried in the snow-covered mountains.

The river flows out from the valley and basin at the foot of the mountain, meandering, and there are scattered settlements on both sides of the river.

These lush places with water and grass attracted many Zanluo people to settle during the war. Later, they were plundered and destroyed several times, and then slowly recovered, eventually reaching a delicate balance.

The refugees need a life, the fugitives and thieves entrenched in the ruins of the former temple need food, and the boss behind the scenes needs enough people to cover his plans.

As a result, the three parties hit it off immediately.

If an outsider came here, they might think it was some kind of large tribe.

Just a few minutes ago, some farmers who were working in the fields suddenly noticed that the ground beneath their feet was shaking slightly.

"Is there another earthquake?"

They looked up towards the snow-capped mountains.

This kind of thing is not uncommon. In this world with extraordinary beings, although mortals may not have the power to create the world, they are more than enough to cause such a movement.

They just hesitated a little, then didn't care much and continued to do their own thing.

But soon, they realized something was wrong...

Why did the earthquake last so long today! ?
And getting stronger?

The next second, amid a burst of exclamations, the mountainside in the distance suddenly exploded. From the rapidly spreading snow mist and sand, a figure emitting a terrifying aura shot out, flew across the sky, and flew towards the east.

All the farmers in the fields threw away their farm tools and lay on the ground, repenting and praying for the God of War's blessing.

Compared with the Zanluo people outside Sanguirand who just pray with their mouths, their prayers are genuine.

While the farmers were crawling, the huge shadow disappeared from the sky soon.

...

At the same moment, in the deep underground palace, an angry voice sounded:

"What's going on? How could a ship escape on its own? Check, check thoroughly! Who secretly drove away that airship? Those rogue thieves and shameless scum outside the underground palace, don't even think about escaping. Give me a hard time. Check it hard!"

The priests and gladiators under his command were all silent and fighting.

They nodded solemnly and left as if running for their lives.

No one would have known that with only a few flaps of the wings of the Sange of Solins Peak, a cleansing hurricane blew up on the ground of Sanguirand.

……

Thorins Peak.

The people of the Quetzalcoatl tribe feel like they are facing a powerful enemy.

Hemat had a worried look on his face and muttered, "Why is this happening? Do you want the whole family to move away?"

"Don't be impatient yet."

Heine comforted.

Although the opponent's soul was red, he could not detect any fighting intention from it.

However, the same cannot be said for the people on the boat.

Thinking of this, Heine felt that he could not wait any longer and should at least take the initiative.

"Warriors of the Quetzalcoatl tribe!"

He shouted:

"The enemy is attacking, do you still have the courage to face the enemy with me!?"

Sure enough, very few responded.

Those arrogant eyes seemed to say:
"Who are you sending it to?"

"Ugh……"

Heine sighed and sneered:

“Now that things have happened, I have no choice but to take the Meikala people to fight the enemy.

"You have accomplished nothing without the blessing of your ancestors."

As expected, these muscular guys couldn't stand the provocation, and they all started screaming!

"Fuck you! How could it not be!"

"Only cowards are afraid!"

"Zan Luo people never lack courage!"

"Yes, fight them!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was stirring, Heine waved his hand:

"Then come on the airship with me!"

A group of muscular guys rushed onto the airship, lifted up the limp Split-Toe Wyverns and threw them on the platform.

This may be the most powerful combat load the airship has ever carried.

It was like an overloaded van, charging menacingly towards the black shadow in the sky.

Arthur stood on the bow of the ship with full fighting spirit, like a ferocious humanoid horn.

The fighting spirit floated behind him covered in blood.

On the deck, a group of muscular men stared intently at Arthur and his fighting spirit, and some were even swallowing their saliva.

So greedy...

As the airship gets closer, the details on the dragon ship become more apparent.

Heine also saw a few Zanluo people poking their heads at the bow of the ship.

It's just that the distance is too far to see the face clearly. But this time Teacher Xia was excited!

"Fuck, this is really a dragon boat! Fuck me, fuck me... I'm not ready yet!"

what's going on? Why is this kid so excited?
Zhu Sheep: "Don't be impatient... The plot has changed, and the dragon boat does not necessarily mean there will be mission clues for the dragon tooth dagger."

Oh, it's the Dragon Tooth Dagger...

Wait, Dragon Tooth Dagger? !
Even if Heine has never played "AGE", his ears are almost scratched by this word from countless eavesdroppings in the past.

These are a pair of ultimate graduated daggers, with the dragon's soul sealed inside.

Therefore, if you want to get this pair of daggers, you need to go through a series of stinky and long tasks, and then go to Dragon Island to accept the trial.

In this process, the early tasks are completed by a few people, and then the subsequent trials are difficult by a few people.

The player's teamwork ability cannot be measured by addition, but the difficulty increases linearly, so teaming up has become the most cost-effective option.

But a tough guy like Mr. Xia resolutely chose to play solo difficulty from beginning to end.

Considering that he is not without friends, he obviously chose this way because of the difficulty and "sense of immersion".

Heine never imagined that opening a branch mine would yield such rewards...

...

Teacher Xia: "Absolutely, I'm kidding you, I'm Dahuang! That masked priest standing on the bow of the boat, I'll never forget him! Damn, I've never seen such a cowardly soul priest, always opening his hand to open the shield+ Soul Shock counterattack, and his shield is still a two-part shield, spreading from the middle to both sides, even if you steal the chicken.

"The operation guide for the dragon ship is in his right pocket. It's the same robe. The color and pattern are exactly the same! There is a rune on the last page. If you take it to Velitas, you can identify it as the password for the Dragon Island connection. , and then the plot begins, I can’t admit my mistake!”

As he spoke, he grabbed Heine's arm.

"Let me be the first to rush. This is very important to me."

"Can you protect yourself?" Heine asked.

Teacher Xia: "Please believe in me, just like I will always believe in you."

Teacher Xia: "Damn it, there is no exclamation point. I am so anxious! I am not emotionally strong enough!"

Zhuoyang: "Didn't you say you wanted to upgrade last time?"

Teacher Xia: "...I forgot while playing the dungeon... I will trick him into updating me next time!"

Heine was a little moved at first, but when he opened the mic, the atmosphere suddenly disappeared.

Alas, it's all my fault. I listened to everything I should and shouldn't hear.

"Okay, go find Arthur." Heine said.

He naturally knew what "first charge" meant.

After receiving the approval, Teacher Xia grabbed a wooden board and ran to Arthur like flying:
"Brother, throw it accurately."

It was obviously not the first time that the two of them had done this. Arthur nodded without any other communication.

Then wait quietly for the two ships to approach.

When the distance was right, with a crowd of Zanluo warriors watching, Teacher Xia suddenly jumped up, curled up slightly in mid-air, leaned forward, and placed the board under his feet like a surfer.

At the same time, Arthur took a step forward and placed both hands on the long sides of the board.

Then, use force, twist your hips, and push hard with your muscular arms!

The wooden board at the grip was pinched and deformed, but the force pushed the board out like a wave.

call out--

Skeletons and boards flew away like arrows from the string!

The priest standing at the bow of the dragon boat just leaned out and released his senses at the same time, when he saw a skeleton with a red turban getting closer and closer.

In the opponent's eyes, the purple soul fire swayed, so bright that it made people feel scared!

He smelled a taste of greed...

"fight back!!!"

The priest subconsciously waved his staff and called the servants behind him.

A white eggshell shield spread from his waist to both sides.

At the same time, an invisible soul impact began to brew around, waiting for the reckless enemy to hit him.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

He saw the damn skull head raising his hand and throwing the dagger over, and then pulled out the exquisite musket on his waist.

Musket?

Sent by the dwarves?
Boom!

Two gunshots interrupted the Soul Priest's thoughts.

Two projectiles with insignificant power surpassed the dagger in the blink of an eye and hit the shield he had just created.

The first one exploded into a cloud of sparks, creating ripples on the shield.

That's it?

Even if the second projectile opened a hole in the shield, it would have no effect at all.

The dagger followed closely and got stuck on the shield.

Ah……

Stupid skeletons, stupid necromancers.

Stupid scumbags.

As soon as the soul priest opened his mouth, he felt his eyes flashing, as if something passed by his neck.

Before he could feel it carefully, his life force and soul were sucked away by something, and his consciousness fell into the cold and dark abyss.

(End of this chapter)