Ride and Cut

"Bless us both the God of Light and the Goddess of Ice and Snow~" Richard couldn't help but pray loudly.

With such a temporary hold of God's leg, without any reverence, Vera was secretly angry, and his good-looking brows frowned. On the contrary, the Grand Ling priest touched his bald head and grinned, not even paying attention.

"look."

Seedorf was pointing to another Pompeii regular army camp, a few hundred yards from where they were standing at the moment. Even without the shimmering talisman, with the help of the campfire there, you can clearly see what happened.

They are also resisting the invasion of the surrounding corpses, and they also have the power of the elements. But compared with before Bedrick, the effect is quite different.

That mage was very clever, and he probably discovered that elemental fluctuations would attract the undead, and he happened to have a sufficient level of Qi spells.

So he used the flying technique to fly over the group of walking corpses, and used some small spells such as wind blades from time to time. The purpose was not to kill but to generate elemental fluctuations. The walking corpses without any reason at all gathered in the open space under his feet, so the archers were able to release their bows and arrows easily and without pressure, and put the walking corpses down like cutting wheat.

And no matter how struggling the walking corpses on the ground, they couldn't touch a piece of the skin of the air mage with a dozen blades. I have to say that this kind of low-level undead without any wisdom, once the habits are figured out, will become without threat at all.

But suddenly a violent wind howl came from further above, accompanied by a long and deafening sound.

The mage had realized that it was not good, and tried to use the flying technique to escape. But the flying ability brought by the flying technique, even if compared with the sparrow, is crappy to the extreme, not to mention the top overlord in the sky-the dragon.

The lord could see clearly that the dragon dived beautifully, but its huge body was incredibly flexible, and a powerful claw tore through the magic shield like a balloon. And that mage obviously couldn't cope with the sudden attack, and instantly turned into a blood clot and spilled into the sky.

"It seems that our luck is not very good." Lord Lord laughed at himself.

The dragon was indeed a golden dragon in the prime of life, as Seedorf said, but only once. Now it is full of scars, cuts, lacerations and burns. In the most serious part, there was even a scary crack in the side ribs that was enough to directly see the internal organs.

The internal organs have been completely stiff, and the heart has stopped beating a long time ago. This behemoth once represented majesty and power, but now it exudes a sense of decadence and decay everywhere.

"It's the undead dragon." Richard sighed while shaking his head.

Lord Lord really can't figure it out, the undead dragon and zombie samurai must be the most powerful of the dead in the city. How could they come to him as if they had been discussed.

You are so good, don't look for the bad luck of the regular army, come to Lao Tzu to dry his hair?

"There are two possibilities, either by coincidence, or for another reason." Seedorf looked at the sky, still calm.

"Ha, aren't you nonsense?" Bedrick almost laughed. The old man was so funny that he said nothing. With this kind of words, he can make ten sentences with one breath-"He is either a human or not a human.", "This prisoner can either live or die."

"He's Seedorf." Richard asked the Crown Prince of Pompeii to shut up with just one sentence, looking embarrassed.

The shadow of the famous tree of the person, some words came out of His Royal Highness Bedrick's mouth pretending to be profound, but the words made by Seedorf must be intriguing.

"Boss, how to fight?" Gunther was eager to try with a bottle of holy water in his hand.

"Fart and run!" Richard rolled his eyes and took the lead in turning in.

It is true that holy water and holy light magic can restrain the dead, but this restraint relationship is not absolute. A spoonful of water may be able to extinguish a candle, but he can only stare at a car of burning wood.

Lord Lord is very confident that with his power, he can beat even top units like the Undead Dragon. But the problem is that ground creatures and flying creatures are inherently not equal, and people will certainly not be stupid enough to land and fight him.

The more at this time, the clearer his mind became, and all kinds of thoughts were skipped one by one in an orderly manner. Before the undead's breath is brewed, the undead dragon can't use the dragon's breath. The scorching energy hurts them tremendously like sunlight.

The top one was freshly released not long ago, and it is almost certain that the Necromantic Breath has not yet been mastered, which means that it can only rely on strength and minions.

So Richard turned his head and ran towards an area with higher buildings. With the size of the undead dragon, he had to hit those buildings first if he wanted to dive and attack. Although it is impossible to exempt from this alone, it is a kind of help after all.

The second general, Hem Ha, was quite clever at this time. One kept blessing Feng Xing to his own people, and the other kept blessing Stoneskin Art to the zombie warrior behind him. After all, undead spirits generally have poor brains, and once the body is suddenly dull, they will often fall over, and their forward speed will be greatly retarded.

Now that it has attracted the attention of the top undead, you don't need to mind that elemental fluctuation anymore, and several mages have begun to open fire without hesitation.

The escape went smoothly, and the zombie samurai who occasionally chased him were quickly wiped out by the holy water. But as he walked, Richard gradually felt something was wrong.

It is true that the undead hates living people, but it is obviously not normal to hate a certain group of living people specifically. There are other Pompeii military camps around Bedrick's camp, which are also ordinary living people, but the undead is not interested in them, so they concentrate on chasing a target.

"Baker, you go to the left, I go to the right, and you will meet at the next intersection!"

Passing a fork in the road, the two groups of people Lao Yan separated. Before running ten yards~www.readwn.com~ Richard realized that the problem was definitely not with Bedrick.

The group of undead spirits behind did not hesitate at all, they chased behind their **** and ran wildly, not even a single left behind, it was a bit more persistent than the big blue fly chasing the dung truck in summer.

After a brief rendezvous with Bedrick, all the engineers and auxiliary soldiers were transferred to his team. Then the two sides separated again, and the undead naturally looked for the goal and persisted in every possible way.

Richard couldn't help but cast his suspicion on the dozen or so Stuarts, wondering if the undead came at them. This kind of speculation cannot be said to be groundless-after all, it was the Stuarts who first encountered the undead, probably because they possessed something that could attract the undead.

Seedorf was obviously aware of this possibility a long time ago, and the Lord Chongshan fort nodded and said concisely: "Run separately!"

So after more than ten breaths, Richard found again depressed that it was not advisable to throw the pot rashly. The undead really spotted him and chased him wildly behind him, without any distraction at all.

"Take it, why!" Lord Lord really couldn't figure it out.