Lord of the Undead: Age of Scourge

In the fog, the

skeleton knight jumped off the skeleton elk, cut the rope on the flagpole with a sword, and put down Hou Ziming, who was hanging from the flagpole.

However, he seemed to overestimate Hou Ziming's state at this time, and only when Hou Ziming was about to make a quick and intimate contact with the ground did he reach out and pull the rope, helping Hou Ziming weaken some of the downward thrust.

"Cough, cough..." Hou

Ziming landed on the ground and coughed violently.

The skeleton knight didn't care about this, he walked to Hou Ziming's side, grabbed the other party's neck collar, lifted it up, and brought it directly to Wang Ye.

Looking at Hou Ziming, whose breath was even more weak, Wang Ye rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, glared at the skeleton knight who had no brains angrily, and then waved his hand weakly, letting him continue to fight.

The soul fire of the skeleton knight's skull jumped violently, emitting a burst of joy, turning over and jumping onto the skeleton elk, and rushed out towards the gray and white building.

Wang Ye walked to the weak Hou Ziming, leaned over and squatted, and asked in a loud voice: "Can you still communicate?" If you can communicate, just squeak, I'll take that sooner ... Hey? Who's coming? Oh! Right! Lin Qingzhu! I rescued Lin Qingzhu early..."

"If I go late, maybe she will be diverted or killed by these dog things!"

"Save... Floor... At... Underground..." After listening to Wang Ye's words, the dying Hou Ziming's spirit shook suddenly, his lips kept opening and closing, and he spit out a few words intermittently.

Wang Ye nodded casually, and said nonchalantly: "You hold yourself for a while first, I don't have a healing potion on me..." Any healing potion

, as long as it enters the undead space, will lose all its effectiveness in a short time.

And the healing potion, for Wang Ye, is the most chicken medicine.

He won't carry it with him at all.

For him, bringing a bottle of healing potion is not as cost-effective as bringing a bottle of water.

Oh, he didn't even bring a bottle of water when he went out this time, he went out empty-handed.

Looking at Hou Ziming's chapped lips, Wang Ye scratched his head and casually gave a spiritual command to an undead creature.

In the small building, a heavily armored zombie was carrying a heavy hammer high, and was about to smash the head of a low-level gunsmith under him into smashes, when he suddenly received a spiritual command.

His blood-red eyes instantly returned to dark green, and without saying a word, he got up directly and left, and began to look for drinking water in the room according to Wang Ye's request.

The low-level gunsmith who was in great difficulty did not usher in the blessing, and after crawling forward with difficulty, he saw a pair of rotten feet that emitted a foul smell.

He glanced up desperately.

Through the thick mist, he vaguely saw a rotten face hidden under a tattered hood.

The owner of the rotten face smiled at him, and then smashed the skeleton staff in his hand, smashing his head into a blood mist.

Corpse witches sometimes like this bloody killing method....

The heavily armored zombie searched the room for a long time before finding a water dispenser in the corner, he didn't say a word, he carried a heavy hammer in one hand, and lifted the water dissuer and the bucket on it with the other....

Looking at the water dispenser in front of him, Wang Ye smiled bitterly again helplessly, as far as the IQ of these undead under his command, he should not expect them to do things well.

After sending away the heavily armored zombies, Wang Ye looked for it on the water dispenser, wanting to find a paper cup or something.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

Helplessly, Wang Ye could only take the bucket off the water dispenser, put it next to the dying Hou Ziming, reached out and poked a hole in the middle, "Make do with it, it's important to save your life, don't be poor and very fastidious..." Hou

Ziming didn't say anything, opened his mouth and gulped into the water column.

Wang Ye sighed, and was about to say something when he suddenly received a special spiritual fluctuation in his mind.

"Don't be busy dying yet, I'm going to save your sister with a different surname..." A

flash of joy flashed in his eyes, and after throwing down a sentence, he strode away.

Under the gray and white building, the middle-aged man Sven was walking quickly through the deep tunnel with a face full of anxiousness, not noticing that a heel worm was falling behind him.

Soon, he came to a metal gate, and after a series of complicated verifications, the metal gate slowly opened to both sides, revealing a thin slit that could only be used by two people to enter and exit.

The middle-aged man Sven stepped in.

Inside is a huge underground space.

However, this huge underground space is divided into many small rooms, most of which have locked metal doors and hold a famous numb-eyed human inside.

However, after hearing the piercing sirens outside, these numb eyes gradually became a little angry, gathered to the edge of the iron gate, kept looking out, and kept praying in their hearts....

In the deepest part of these underground spaces, there is a very heavily guarded private cage.

Even though the underground space was already a wake-up call at this time, the guards stationed here dutifully stayed here, forbidding everyone to approach here.

Even the middle-aged Sven ran here, but was stopped by the guards.

"Now! Immediately! Transfer Lin Qingzhu away! It's too late! The middle-aged man Sven opened his mouth and roared.

But the guard wearing a strangely patterned mask was not afraid of him in the slightest, and responded coldly: "Without the order of Lord Bishop, no one except those from the blood group are allowed to enter.

"Lord Bishop is dead! Understand! He's dead!!! The middle-aged man Sven took off the glasses from the bridge of his nose, threw them to the ground, and smashed them, and roared.

The guard was silent for a moment, and slowly said something that made Sven's middle-aged man collapse, "Lord Bishop, under the protection of God, he is immortal.

"Good! You wait for me! "Sven middle-aged people know that there is no way to communicate with these thoroughly brainwashed guys.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and contacted the spokesperson of Mi Lin Supreme and Pope Mi Lin who was far away at Peria's headquarters.

"Lord Pope, Bishop Di and Commander Luo have lost contact, a powerful necromancer is attacking the Blood Forest Manor, we can't resist, we are about to lose, I suggested transferring Lin Qingzhu, but it was blocked by the Guardian Group..." The

other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then an old voice sounded.

"God has revealed to me that this is a calamity that we must suffer, and now it has finally come..." "God

has given me the revelation that this calamity will only stop if the heretical saint is sacrificed to Him..."