Ride and Cut

Twenty old people who settled in the Dark Source Light Sect are just a trivial problem for Gaoshan Fort, and they can handle it at hand.

Hutt came over and said a few words to Richard Fuer, who immediately showed a very surprised look on his face.

"real?"

Seeing Hutt nodded sharply, he reached out and called the two monsters over and exclaimed a few words, and walked down the stairs to the second floor.

The main castle that has just been built has not had time to renovate, only temporary lighting equipment is available in the lobby. Right now the sun has set, and the entire second floor is in confusion. Standing in the center and looking to the left and right, the slightly curved corridor gradually disappeared in the dark, with no end in sight. It was very deep.

The building materials of the castle are very solid. At this moment, there was a constant whimper in front of him, adding three points of gloominess.

"Boom, boom, boom." A little sound aroused cascading echoes.

In order to guard against possible intruders, the floor under the feet is specially designed. No matter how careful, stepping on it will inevitably bring out obvious footsteps.

Richard followed the sound and turned to the right and stretched out a wooden door.

With the little light left, he saw Nehru's figure shrunk in the corner crying heartbreakingly.

His appearance is the same as usual, but it is not difficult to find the abnormality when you look closely-tears drip down the lower jaw, and gradually fade and disappear in midair; the body moves as usual, but a glance at the past always gives a sense of erratic illusion. .

More importantly, if this is Nehru, who is the kobold who is lying not far away and whose face is blue and has been cut off for a long time?

A slender woman was squatting across from Nehru, her chin on her knees. Turning his head when he heard the footsteps, it was Annie.

"Richard, he...dead." The half-elf girl's eyes were red.

Nehru has always been synonymous with fly camp, incompetent and treacherous, and Gaoshan Fort is also very generous, but he does not care about him as a harlequin, and is even happy to watch him make jokes and relieve his boredom. But to be honest, few people would show as much grief for his death like Anne.

This half-elf has a very soft compassion and kindness in his heart, which is even rarer than diamonds today.

She is sincerely anxious about the experience of the most common people, and she will also be sincerely happy for the achievements of others.

Even if it is unavoidable that it sometimes seems out of place, such as facing Elizabeth, the lord who is extremely wary of opponents, she also overflows with sympathy.

But Richard still chose to maintain as much as possible-since the world has been so difficult, then don't make it more difficult. If what you see is so cold that only calculations are left, how boring.

"I'm dead! I'm dead! I'm dead!" Nehru was crying and wailing hoarsely, venting the pain in his heart wantonly, and his voice was as ear-piercing as scraping a plate with an iron fork.

A strong enough spiritual source finally showed its effect after death, and it was a little too late.

The ghost has always been the rarest species among the undead.

After Nehru was killed by a ghost, he turned into a ghost again by virtue of his original strength and obsession with life. The probability is so small that it is worthy of a special book to record it for future generations to observe.

He can die in the hands of the famous "Reaper Glimpse", he is really not wronged.

The Glimpse of Death is an extremely rare existence even in the ghost, which can be called rare among the rare, and there are only a few conclusive records in the entire human history. If it weren't for the fact that Alpine Fort had been collecting intelligence related to Titans and undead recently, it would be impossible to know this kind of remote rumors of horns.

It is said that they carry a touch of the **** of death, so they will show the appearance of the **** of death in mythology. 80% of this is just an error. But one thing can be confirmed to be true-Grim Reaper's attack is very evil, and in addition to normal damage, it also has a very small probability of "death"!

That is to say, no matter how deep your cultivation is and how vigorous your life is, as long as you go out without looking at the strokes of the almanac and accidentally hit the probability, death on the spot is the only ending!

In addition, as a ghost, the power of Grim Reaper is not that powerful, but it is undoubtedly one of the most frightening assassins.

If it is not too scarce, chances are that the entire historical process will be rewritten by them.

Speaking of it by mistake, Nehru can be regarded as blocking Richard.

This product was too showy at the time, raising a hand of light directly disintegrated the resistance of all the undead spellcasters, and outsiders seemed to be afraid that the magician was nothing more than that. Grim Reaper is naturally fond of attacking the strongest, so he chose to attack the kobold.

If it hadn't happened like this, it would probably be Richard himself who would be targeted.

When it comes to luck, Lord Lord is a bitter hand, he doesn't want to bet on whether he can escape probabilistic sanctions at all!

"My lord, can I go to heaven after I die?" Nehru suddenly raised his head and asked.

The reason why ghosts are scarce is that apart from the difficulty of birth, another important reason is that they need to go through the test of sunlight.

Most ghosts can only exist for one night after they are born, and when the sun shines on the earth the next day, even if they hide in the dark, they will still inevitably end up in smoke.

Even Thutmose, as a dragon soul, has a very high natural quality, and he has to rely on the essence contained in the dragon crystal to ensure his survival. You can imagine how difficult the ordinary ghost situation is.

When the sun rises as usual tomorrow, and others usher in a brand new day, he will dissipate completely. This kind of feeling of seeing death approaching step by step, but not being able to do anything, is clearly painful like a thousand swords!

So he began to pin his hopes on the world after death, and the so-called paradise that he once dismissed became the last straw.

"You are dreaming~www.readwn.com~ Lord Lord rolled his eyes and was unceremonious, and a cold snort came out of his nose, like a cold winter wind.

"Just like you are dead, and you don't take pictures of yourself with soaking urine. I want to go to heaven, and I have a bit of counting in my heart. You must go to hell, or **** of eighteen layers of oil pot!"

The words seemed like a cascade of cannons, knocking out the last thoughts of the kobold.

"Richard!" Annie stomped him with anger. "Why are you doing this!"

A wave flashed across Nehru's spiritual body, and asked with a weeping face, "What should I do?"

"Find a way not to die."

When facing the most feared death, the kobold's mind suddenly seemed to be resuscitated, regardless of holding Richard's thigh and crying: "My lord, save me!"

In the system panel, Nehru's application to join the team was actually received, and it was not as flickering as before.

"Wait." Lord Lord said irritably.