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Chapter 76 Army of the Walking Dead (Please ask for tickets and investment!)

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Standing on the simple watchtower of the camp, Ai Lu pointed forward with her staff, and the arcane missiles shot at the walking corpses outside the camp as if they didn't need money.

Obviously she should be in a very anxious situation, but Ai Lu still couldn't help showing excitement - ever since she was bestowed with the power of the master, she has always enjoyed the feeling of casting magic freely.

[Arcane Missile] is a Tier 10 basic attack magic of the Evocation Department. It is generally powerful, but it is superior in that it has a medium attack distance and low mana consumption. Love's common base magic.

But no matter how low the consumption of this magic is, it cannot be cast indefinitely. For a first-order magician, if he fires at most fifteen arcane missiles in a row, his mental power will bottom out, and he needs to go through a short recovery period of mental power;

And Ai Lu was just a magician who barely reached the second level before, and she could only fire [-] [Arcane Missiles] in a row at most. As a low-level adventurer, she has always suffered from the fear of insufficient firepower .

However, after undergoing the baptism of the [Contract Ritual], the trace of source blood given by Adrian endowed Ai Lu with the characteristic of being immune to some mental power consumption when casting spells, and her own strength was also raised to close to the third level. the degree to which it is possible to break through;
Therefore, this half-elf who has always suffered from a lack of firepower phobia, now can't help but want to vent his firepower whenever he has the opportunity...

The other adventurers who retreated to the camp one after another, looked at the lady on the observation deck who seemed to have inexhaustible spiritual power, and they all felt revived admiration.

"Is this Miss Ailu, the half-elf magician from Hank's team?"

"So this is her true strength? To be able to launch such a large number of [Arcane Missiles], her spiritual power reserve has at least reached gold or even diamond level?"

"Before, Wigan and the others lied to us, saying that Hank's team were all liars with black iron-level strength..."

"Hank and another member of his team are not easy. I was rescued from the outside by them just now. That kind of strength must be gold-level, right?"

"I just don't know why they only use the lowest common basic magic and basic combat skills when they clearly have such strength?"

"Maybe it's to reduce consumption? There will be more dangerous battles next..."

Hank, who had just smashed the head of a walking corpse with the simplest knight chop, twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the discussions around him.

He wouldn't say: The three of them were really just black iron level rookie adventurers before, they were still poor, and they had no funds or channels to learn more advanced magic and combat skills...

Previously, these adventurers had traveled a considerable distance to the north. When the corpses behind them all recovered, they gradually calmed down after the initial panic. Slowly, it is not difficult for the adventurers to clear it up with the orderly cooperation.

They just thought that there were some necromancers among the barbarians, and they didn't pay much attention.

But when behind the dense forest and hills in the north, a large number of barbarian troops with simple formations suddenly poured out, and more and more corpses were walking behind them, these adventurers who were already somewhat blind and arrogant realized the truth of the matter. seriousness.

This is definitely a premeditated war!
Before there was an army of elite barbarians, and then there were a large number of walking corpses blocking the road. The adventurers were caught in a dilemma. Under the leadership of several stronger teams, they finally retreated after paying a heavy price. Near the first few camps, a large number of walking corpses were barely blocked by the advantage of the terrain.

But anyone with a little bit of a brain knows that it is absolutely impossible to keep going like this. As long as the elite barbarian army behind the army of walking corpses rushes over, there is only one end for them:
Become part of the army of the walking dead.

They have sent an urgent message to the rear, and now all they can do is to hold on until reinforcements arrive.

The reason why these profit-oriented adventurers do not flee immediately is because they still need to be paid by the northern nobles, and once they escape and cause the [barbarian front] to completely collapse, then not only will they not get paid, but the losses in previous battles It will also be lost...

Hank and Yorkson cooperated with each other, walked through the slow-moving corpses, and harvested the heads of the corpses knocked down by Ai Lu with [Arcane Missile].

——The souls of these low-level walking corpses are usually bound in their heads by undead magic, and crushing their heads is the most effective way to terminate their actions.

Suddenly, Ai Lu on the high platform pointed to the far north and said to Hank:

"Captain, there is a group of people over there, and it seems that they are about to be overtaken by the barbarian army!"

so far?
After looking at the direction Ai Lu was pointing at, Hank subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the adventurers all around patted their chests and said proudly:

"Mr. Hanke, just go save people! Miss Ai Lu and us are here, and there will be no problems for the time being!"

"Yeah, old Hank, I didn't expect that your strength has reached this level now. I was rescued by you just now... I apologize for my contempt and rudeness to you before."

"With your strength, it's very easy to save people! We really need more people to stick here..."

Hank heard that his scalp was numb. His family knew about his family affairs, and his basic physical ability had indeed been raised to the third level. However, he had never learned any advanced combat skills and auxiliary abilities, and he still only had Know some of the most common basic skills.

Let him go deep into the enemy army to save people?Hank really didn't have that confidence.

But everyone's convincing eyes seemed to be an invisible big hand, pushing him to the heavy responsibility that the title of "gold level" must bear. Coupled with his years of low-level adventurer career, he felt helpless in the pursuit and trust of others. resist……

In the end, Hank gritted his teeth, exchanged a glance with Yorkson, and rushed towards the direction Ai Lu pointed.

In the depths of the zombie army, Wigan, who was wounded on his left arm, swung his half-broken greatsword and smashed the head of a walking corpse transformed from an adventurer's corpse.

And this dead adventurer was a companion in his team not long ago...

Panting slightly, Wigan glanced at the distance from the camp and the elite barbarian army getting closer and closer behind him. Wigan looked desperate.

"Is this the end..."

Wigan thought of himself when he was young. Because he was not satisfied with only being a farmer for the rest of his life, he became an adventurer after falling out with his parents, joined a team with good reputation at that time, and met some interesting companions;

Until the captain died in an operation and the team was disbanded, he formed a team of adventurers by himself. After years of training, the team evaluation reached silver, and his own strength reached gold level.

"What have I been fighting for all these years..."

Just when Wigan was distracted, a walking corpse behind him had already leaned up, swung his joints and swung out the weapon, and was about to hit Wigan, but his companion couldn't pull out his hand to help him at all.

At this time, two people rushed in outside the group of walking corpses surrounding Wigan and the others, squeezing a gap between the crowd of walking corpses that was getting denser and denser. One of them rushed to Wigan's side with one step. , knocked down the sneak attacking walking corpse with a sword, and then said angrily to Wigan, who was a little dazed:
"Damn, it turned out to be Wigan, you guy,"

Hank backhanded another sword, knocking back an approaching corpse.

"Hey, why are you still in a daze? Do you want to die! Hurry up and rush back together now!"

Wigan came back to his senses and looked at Hank who was cutting melons and vegetables to repel the walking corpses in disbelief. He didn't expect that he would be rescued by this man one day.

Moreover, the strength of Hank and his companions at this time also shocked Wigan. Although they did not show any profound advanced combat skills, the basic moves revealed were not inferior to those of Wigan in his heyday. physical ability!
'He actually reached the gold level strength? '

Wigan didn't have time to think too much, so he raised his weapon and led his companions to follow Hank and rushed towards the camp.

It's just that the crowd of walking corpses around has become more and more dense, and because the breath of death on this battlefield has accumulated more and more, some walking corpses with a high degree of undeath and flexible movements have gradually appeared, so everyone is getting more and more excited. It is becoming more and more difficult to break through.

At this time, the elite barbarian army behind them was also approaching, seeing that Hank and others could not return to the camp.

Hank wanted to cry but had no tears. If he had known it was Wigan, he would not have come to save people, and now he has involved himself.

"If I knew this, I shouldn't have said 'I don't believe anything worse'!"

Hank angrily said something Wigan couldn't understand.

"...Anyway, thank you for not caring about the previous unhappiness and coming to save me."

In the past, Hank might have been very happy and even a little proud when he heard Wigan's words, but in this situation, he really couldn't feel relaxed.

Suddenly, Hank, Yorkson, and Ai Lu who was watching them anxiously in the camp, the three of them shook at the same time, and then looked at the southern sky in unison.

I saw four black shadows, one big, three small, and four, flying towards the southern sky among the clouds dyed orange by the setting sun. At first, the black shadows were not as big as a palm. Zooming in quickly, it is obvious that it is approaching here at an extremely fast speed.

An inexplicable throbbing reverberated in the hearts of all adventurers and barbarians, and even the walking corpses paused, the filthy soul fire flickering in their eyes fluctuated, as if they had received some kind of shock.

The three of Hank looked up at the biggest black shadow, opened their mouths, and whispered the word "Master", but because the battlefield was extremely chaotic, their words were not heard clearly by others...

Behind the elite barbarian army, on an altar made of a large number of dead bones, which was being carried forward by dozens of skeleton soldiers, the Lich Aidankui gave a shock, and there was a crisp "crack" between the bones colliding. "Voice.

"What's going on here? How come there is a feeling of being watched by the city lord?"

Aidankui raised his head suspiciously, just in time to see the giant pure white beast flying close to the sky in the south...

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To be continued.

The current update is in the morning and evening, with a minimum of 2400 words and a maximum of 3200 words. This chapter is 3200 words. (In fact, I coded the chapter every morning the night before, but it was scheduled to be released the next day).

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