Versatile Mage

"咕噜~~"

The short man’s throat is clear and moving.

I have been in this undead place for so many years, but every time the night falls, the heart can not help but violently jump, even if it is not in the ancient capital, flying to other cities, the restlessness and palpitation will still appear in the night.

"Get rid of the gray garlic!" The short man is human.

The black silk woman and his two accompanying people did not hesitate to eat the ugly gray garlic in one bite.

Liu Ru also ate one, only Mo Fan still tangled there.

"Oh!! Hey!!!!!!!!"

The sound of the filth in the throat suddenly came out of the soil. Mofan turned around and found a head full of cockroaches to sneak out, his eyes were pulled, his chin was pulling... ...

Like being stuck in something, it only has its head popping out, and the body is still buried in the earth. When you see Mo Fan, like a famine, you can see the golden chicken legs, and keep moving to Mofan here!

"You want to hurt your grandfather, too." Mo Fan was unceremonious and kicked the head of the undead.

Most of this head is also separated from the neck. This foot volley allows the skull to cross an arc in midair, and the squatting squats on a bare rock, and the slurry paste is everywhere.

“呃嗷~~~~~~~~~~~~~呃嗷~~~~~~~!!!!”

The snoring sounded one after another, all around Mo.

Suddenly, a large piece of mud cracked open, and a huge grave was exposed in the place where Mo Fan could not reach ten meters.

The tomb should have some years, and the stone bricks are rotten. There are more than twenty half-corpses and half-squats lying in the middle of the road. They seem to hear the call of the rolling head, and they suddenly climb out of the grave! !

These skeletons are black, and most of them are collectively poisoned. Looking at some of the tools scattered around them, I am afraid that they are the burials of an ancient general. The original Mo Fan thought that there were a lot of more than twenty, who knows the grave. There is also a tomb hole, and there are a steady stream of burrows in the tomb, one by one, **** and stunned!

Mo Fan fists over the air, and suddenly there is a flame rolling over...

Since the cockroaches are all drilled in the tomb, it is a punch to blast the tomb!

"Mo Fan, look around." Liu Ru hurriedly reminded him.

Mo Fan turned his head and found that there were still seven or eight such graves in the stone, which were distributed on the small mud land with a radius of less than several hundred kilometers...

The hordes of crickets are assembled like soldiers. Their eyes are like stars, and they are the only gasp of Mofan. The spectacular horror makes Mofan froze.

"In fact, it is good to chew this thing carefully." Mo Fan picked up the gray garlic and slammed it, how ugly the expression on his face was.

The dwarf boy smiled disdainfully, his eyes glanced at the group of cockroaches around him, and said, "We still have to leave here. This should be the tomb of a Qing Dynasty minister, the number of burials and artisans is so much. It’s comparable to the king’s burial... These are all good, so we can fight it, we’re afraid that the old ministers are extremely strong masters in their lives, and they will become the undead when they die. ""

"You talk farther away from me." Mo Fan added.

The effect of gray garlic is immediate, and the smell of spit out even the undead sometimes feels that you have no mouthfuls, and Jie Jie will give you a way to avoid the road.

Shuttle in this group of undead piles, the black silk woman is very difficult to open, the sound is as beautiful as a clearing song melody floating from the air, if the words with a little emotion is good, but It may also be that this inconspicuous fireworks is a sigh.

“Is this always the case?” asked the black silk woman.

The dwarf man was so flattered that he was flattered and hurriedly replied: "It was not. It has been dead since the Shaying River riots. The industry has said that a new era of the undead is coming. Perhaps, this undead country If the supreme ruler changes the word, it is possible that this will happen."

"The supreme ruler?" The black silk woman immediately gave a question.

"No one has ever seen it, but everyone knows that it exists... Everyone calls it death? It is said that it was the death of the monarch of the Tang Dynasty." The short man immediately began to show off his culture.

"How many years have you been in the Tang Dynasty?" Hesi continued to ask.

"We?" The short man snorted.

Mo Fan also blinked, capturing a message from the woman's words, that is, this woman is not a native, it is no wonder that Chinese has a feeling of peace and disharmony!

"A thousand years." The short man can't say the specific year.

"The King of the Millennium..." The black silk woman muttered to herself, but did not ask again.

The woman did not ask, but the dwarf man was like a show talent. Then he said, "Why isn't it, the undead thing tells the year, the year is longer, the strength is more horrible, and the nourishing day of the millennium death knows that there will be a shocking monster."

This world history is consistent. Mo Fan, who read poetry, soon recalled that the capital of the Tang Dynasty was in Xi'an. If the nourishing creatures were nourished here, then the ancient kings could indeed turn into undead after their death... ...

"These ancient kings are also true. After so many years of death, they even ruled the underground world and the night world!" Mofan snorted.

"The king's tomb is mostly a feng shui treasure. It is normal to absorb the temperament of the heavens and the earth and finally become a monster. Everyone says that the rulers of the undead kingdom are easy to change. This is also a tease, as if they knew the former rulers of the undead kingdom. Easy to change the owner, the undead do not know, we live to know, but the dwarf man said.

"Is anyone really seen the undead ruler?" Liu Ru asked weakly.

The short man shook his head and said without a lie: "The strongest mage has never seen it. In the past, there were some foreigners who claimed to be the Holy See to seek answers. They were all masters of the Master, and none of them lived. Come back. I heard that they finally became undead... These foreigners are doing nothing to us!"

After saying this, the short man suddenly realized that the black silk woman was not a native of the country. He smiled and said: "I am not talking about you."

"It's okay, I'd love to hear the Stupid people doing stupid things." The black silk woman flashed a smile in her bright voice.

Holy Sepulchre?

Mo Fan seems to have heard of one or two. The magic organization in Europe seems to be an arbitration institution similar to the China Trial Association.

The trial is to execute, wanted, and execute the sinister evil wizards. The Holy See is said to have the same purpose as Altman - to maintain peace on earth.

"If you participate in the battle of the world's colleges, you will probably deal with these foreign magic organizations." Mo Fan said to himself.