The Sealer of the Sword

The scroll that Yan Ye took out from the package just now was originally an instant magic, and it didn't need any spells to sing, just open the scroll and slap it with both hands.

The simple and easy-to-understand point is that the scroll is a kryptonite item.

Chi Ye has made such a big deal, and even made up the spells and sang a lot of it. The main purpose is to tell the adventurers here - the magic of the Lord is so bad, and the spells are so great. heap.

Then, it is to make the unknown enemy think that when he activates his skills, he must sing magic, and there are so many.

dual purpose.

But looking at the expressions of the group of adventurers here looking at him now, Yan Ye knew that the goal had been achieved.

Seeing this, Yan Ye smiled and jumped off the city wall like that, and almost fell to his death.

Fortunately, the holy light is gone, and human eyes will not adapt to the darkness so quickly, so Yan Ye quickly got up from the ground, patted the soil on his body, turned his head and looked around and no one saw it, Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, when he looked up and looked at the adventurers on the city wall, he saw Nabe jumping down with him, and then a group of big hamsters also jumped down.

Then the hamster almost fell to his death.

After tidying up his clothes and making sure that the group of adventurers had begun to discuss his affairs, Yan Ye clapped his hands and walked towards the distant cemetery.

During this period, Yan Ye found that the group of undead legions had not been wiped out, at least the further forward they went, the more undead would come out continuously.

But Yan Ye has no interest to deal with them now, because it's very simple, there are no other adventurers or residents here, and no one sees the people who beat him to death here, just a hair.

So Yan Ye completely ignored the group of undead along the way, and Nabe killed all those who dared to come up.

After this situation continued until Nabe had killed nearly half a hundred undead, the group of undead seemed to have finally learned to behave, and stood by so far away, not daring to move forward again.

Even if he is dead, does his instinct for danger still exist?

When Yan Ye chuckled lightly, he came to the ancestral hall located in the deepest part of the cemetery, and saw a few suspicious figures posing in a circle in front of the ancestral hall, as if they were performing some kind of ceremony.

The black robes covering the whole body were uneven in color and rough in texture, and the colors were different everywhere.

He also had a black triangle scarf that covered his eyelids and only exposed his eyes, and the wooden staff in his hands had strange patterns on the front.

He is short in stature, and should be all male from the outline of his body.

Only the man standing in the center, who looked like an undead, showed his face, and his clothes were quite imposing.

The man held a black stone in his hand and seemed to be very attentive.

The ups and downs of whispers, riding the wind, entered my ears.

The high and low voices are quite coordinated, and it also sounds like the voice of prayer.But it doesn't feel like a solemn prayer dedicated to the dead, more like an evil ritual to desecrate the dead.

Yan Ye didn't choose to make a big move when they said they didn't notice from a distance, because it was completely unnecessary.

When they brought Nabe almost to the front of them, they did not attack, maybe they had something to say.

As soon as they stepped under the light, the suspicious group immediately took a stance, and one of them said to the man standing in the center: "Lord Khajiit, they are here."

Heartless, these people?

The corners of Yan Ye's mouth twitched as she looked at the group of stupid undead, and she couldn't help but want to sigh—

"Hmph, you really have the guts. Then again, who are you? How can you break through that group of undead?"

The man standing in the center of the circle—if it wasn’t false, this man named Khajit was indeed the highest-ranking man—inquired about Yan Ye on behalf of everyone.

Yan Ye didn't speak.

Because he thought it was a waste of time to talk nonsense with someone who was about to die, so he just looked at the immortal in front of him—

Ah, Yan Ye remembered.

He remembered that Clementine had told him that the man named Khajit Dell Badantil who made himself immortal, the one who planned this plan, seemed to be the one in front of him?

Well, I found it, let's go after the fight.

When Yan Ye was thinking this way in his heart, Kajit saw that Yan Ye didn't reply, he couldn't help showing a sneer, only to see him wave his hand and said, "Don't talk? It doesn't matter, because the dead don't need it either. Speak up and kill him!"

After Khagit finished saying this, Yan Ye heard a female voice coming from the ancestral hall behind him—

"Oh~ the weather tonight is really nice, it's especially suitable for someone to sleep forever, don't you think~"

It was a particularly emotive voice, at least Yan Ye couldn't imitate it if he wanted to, and Yan Ye knew only one such voice.

It was Clementine who came out of the ancestral hall.

The words that came out of her mouth made Khajit laugh even more exaggeratedly.

As if the wrinkled face was about to collapse, he looked at Yan Ye with a smile and said, "Yes! If you want to blame, you have to blame yourself for your own bad life. Dare to step into my territory, my lord—"

"I'm talking about you~"

Before Khagit's words were finished, Clementine's voice rang in his ears.

The voice was so close that it was as if he pressed his lips to his ear. It used to be an unusually loud voice, but now he can only feel cold sweat and goose bumps coming out of his body.

And just when he wanted to quickly turn around to check why Clementine had said such a thing that he had said to him—

puff!

The sharp metal blade pierced through his neck from behind him.

943 The Bone Dragon T that was summoned by the undead at the end