close to death

The morning sun pierced through the thick fog on the top of the mountain, just a big disc, without a glare of light.

There was a rustling sound, and at this time a figure was walking carefully in the thick fog, not very fast.

"Bah, damn white mist," spat, Ling Yun held a Nepalese saber in one hand and a desert eagle in the other.

In this thick fog, the player's field of vision is reduced by 10%, and the hit rate is reduced by 40%.

Gaba, Gaba, black shadows wandered in the white mist, holding a rusty long sword in his hand, which was not much better than broken copper and iron.

Skeleton Warrior

Level [-]

Attack [-]

Defense [-]

HP [-]

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The HP attack power is not very high, and the movement is slow as hell, but all undead monsters have 20% damage resistance to firearms, which caused Ling Yun a lot of trouble.

The Nepalese saber pierced through the fog, and accurately hooked the skeleton warrior's neck. Its broken sword hadn't been raised yet, but Ling Yun pulled it hard, smashing it into a pile of broken bones with three fists and two feet.

These guys are so poor that they don't break a single coin, and occasionally drop a piece of whiteboard equipment, which is also garbage among the garbage, the kind that throws it in the crowd and stumbles.

The experience is pretty good, with [-] points, but the dark soul breath he wanted didn't appear.

I don't know how many skeleton warriors have been killed, as if the white mist is endless, the experience has increased a bit, but the dark soul breath has not been encountered.

Could it be that these guys are too low-level, Ling Yun didn't know what was going on, and continued to kill.

In the midst of confusion, a strong wind hit the face, and the thick fog disappeared in an instant.

As soon as the scenery in front of him brightened, Ling Yun's body involuntarily took a big step back.

The gust of wind blew through the gaps in the mountains, making a whining sound, like ghosts crying and wolves howling. The ground was full of skeletons and corpses of wild beasts. Even a special soldier like Ling Yun couldn't help feeling horrified.

The breath of death and blood enveloped the entire canyon, here is the restricted area of ​​life, the paradise of the undead.

Creaking, stepping on the road paved with white bones, the sensory nerves of the whole body are tense all the time.

Suddenly, the soil under his feet swelled up into large lumps, and five or six shriveled arms stuck out, grabbing Ling Yun's feet tightly.

Ding, you are attacked by rotting zombies and cannot move currently.

rotten zombie

Level [-]

attack [-]

Defense [-]

HP [-]

Corrosion damage is added when attacking, the armor and magic resistance of the attacked is reduced by [-]%, and the victim receives [-] points of corrosion damage every second for [-] seconds.

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Crashing, dozens of stinking guys came out. Their bodies had long been rotten, and there were only two big black holes left for their eyes. A mouse poked its head out of the hole and looked around.

Seeing the sour water in his stomach rising up, Ling Yun couldn't help spitting a few mouthfuls. Although he looked ugly, this kind of guy with high blood and slow movement couldn't pose any threat to Ling Yun at all.

The Nepalese saber harvested their lives, but they didn't see any of the damned dark aura at all, Ling Yun was also a little puzzled, it stands to reason that this place is already within the scope of the City of God's Punishment.

Killed more than a dozen disgusting guys, surrounded by green liquid, disgusting.

Not a single copper plate was exploded, but a piece of bone armor was exploded, a level [-] blank equipment, Ling Yun didn't even bother to pick it up.

Do you have to use a sniper rifle?

Ling Yun suddenly realized this problem, and hurriedly pulled Barrett out.

Lie down on the ground, open the safety lock, stick your eyes firmly on the scope, and slowly move the crosshairs to the head of a rotting zombie.

He pulled the trigger resolutely, golden light flashed, yellow-green juice splashed everywhere, and a striking fatal injury floated above the rotting zombie's head, and it fell to the ground motionless.

-[-], spike.

Ding, get a dark soul breath.

Look at the upgrade task of the artifact Barrett, open the task, dark soul breath: [-]/[-].

When the second rotten zombie is killed, the number finally becomes [-].

Damn, it turns out that killing with a Barrett sniper rifle is only effective. Why didn't I expect it earlier? Ling Yun regretted it, wasting a lot of time and energy for nothing.

In fact, this is also wishing that Ling Yun, a super rookie, has never played the game. If it was other players, he probably would have expected it long ago.

However, it is not easy to collect [-] dark soul breaths, mainly because the Barrett sniper rifle is a large-caliber firearm, and the ammunition is very expensive, and there are not many in the backpack.

Sending a voice message to Qian Tuwuliang, asking him to mail some ammunition, Ling Yun put away the sniper rifle and ran forward.

The rotting zombies hidden in the sand crawled out one after another. After a while, there were already hundreds of them densely packed. Because they moved slowly, Ling Yun dodged far away.

Set up the Barrett sniper rifle, get close to the scope, and pull the trigger decisively. The huge gunshots echoed throughout the Death Canyon. The frontmost zombie fell down, and the few behind turned into blood.

Barrett is an anti-material sniper rifle with strong penetrating ability. The talent comes with attributes that ignore [-]% of the target's armor and magic resistance.

Moreover, there were so many zombies, there was no need to worry about the bullets going off. Sometimes, a dozen of them could be killed with one shot.

Ding, kill rotten zombies and get [-] experience points.

Ding, kill rotten zombies and get [-] experience points.

Ding, kill rotten zombies and get [-] experience points.

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The experience instantly filled the entire screen, and the dark soul breath required for the mission also increased sharply with the experience.

[-] dark soul breaths, not too many, not too many, but it is indeed a bit slow to use a sniper rifle to collect them. If it is an AK[-] or a super desert storm, it is estimated that Ling Yun has already returned home.

When he got [-] dark soul breaths, he looked at the clips in his backpack, and there were not many left.

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder-like sound at the end of the valley in the distance, and a black line mixed with yellow sand rolled towards it.

Ling Yun's pupils began to shrink, and when he looked through Barrett's high-resolution scope, he saw a group of armored cavalry troops appearing in front of him.

Beneath him were scrawny skeleton warhorses, draped in thorn armor, with tall figures sitting on their backs. Those guys were more than two meters tall, much taller than ordinary people. Wearing a round shield, holding a sharp full-moon scimitar in his right hand, bursts of evil breath exuded from the cold light,