Dust of History: Dream crazy (3)

"Lord Hart, the captain of the Paladins of Einfast, please see Inham. The Marquis of Erni and the mages of Diya Valley..."

The sound rolled and swayed in the shadowy mountain range that had been silent for an unknown number of years, like a solitary peak gliding across a lake as smooth as a mirror. The voice is loud and full of energy, full of life and power.

But there was no response from anywhere in the mountains. The entire Shadow Spiral Mountain Range is like a huge dead object carved from obsidian, deadly still. Only a few voices remained from where the cry had originated, the entrance to a valley in the Shadowswirl Mountains.

This is the junction of the Shadowswirl Mountain Range and the Flying Dragon Desert. I don't know if it's because of the wind direction or other reasons, but the golden sand grains gradually decrease in front of these gray-black mountains, and two different colors draw a boundary line. But the same thing is that these are all the colors of death. In the desert is a golden, dry and scorching death, and in this gray-black mountain forest, it is a death that is closer to the color of death.

Now there are some dull and lifeless crashing and cracking sounds here. Dozens of undead monsters emerging from the cracks in the rocks and from the ground are besieging the person who yelled that call.

A skeleton soldier's broken iron sword slashed across the leather armor, making a sound like tearing thick paper, and another skeleton soldier's mace hit his forehead, and there was a crackling sound.

It was not his forehead that was cracked, but the handle of the mace. These skeletons don't know how many years they have slept in this valley, and their weapons are already in tatters.

But even so, the iron hammer, which was almost rusted to slag, made a big **** on his forehead. Blood and debris poured down. But Lott didn't even bat an eyelid.

He can't blink because he has to watch every move of everything in front of him carefully. He didn't care about the impact of the weapons of the two skeleton soldiers on his body, he smashed the two bone frames abruptly, stepped on a zombie's waving arm, and jumped into the air with his strength. Just as he jumped up. A cloud of green mist almost brushed the soles of his feet and passed quickly.

The green mist gathers and does not disperse, like a large floating ball of green cotton flying out of the valley mouth and flying straight into the desert. A camel staying in the desert was unfortunately swept away by the flying green mist. The camel only uttered half a whine before falling down, the foam from its mouth and nose was already green-black, and its eyes were melted directly. The necromancer magic used in this direct attack is so lethal to life that even an elephant can't withstand it once.

"In the name of the Lord, get rid of the unclean things." The light of white magic burst out from Rod Hart's hands in mid-air, and four or five ghosts fled here in a hurry. The two closest ones were directly torn into pieces in the light, and disappeared with a strange roar. Although this white magic is only a half-tone, for these undead incorporeal creatures, it is undoubtedly like boiling water poured on ice.

Rod Hart didn't pay attention to these incorporeal monsters. His eyes locked on the front. Behind a dozen or so skeletons and zombies, a skinny zombie was waving a staff. The green cloud just now was emitted from his staff. Not only that, but all the ghosts, zombies, and skeletons around him are also under his command.

This emaciated zombie still has an extremely tattered robe. Although it is weathered and tattered, it can still be seen that it is a robe worn by a magician. This is actually a magic that retains a little consciousness and magic power. Master's zombie, or Lich.

The corpse witch looked at the flying opponent with empty eye sockets, and with a gesture raised, four or five skeletons with good mobility immediately flew up. At the same time, the surrounding zombies were gathering towards him, and the staff in his hand began to condense another green cloud. Although these corpse witches no longer have independent thinking ability, they still retain their thinking about fighting, and all the magic in life has been transformed into a single fog of necromancy. The fighting ability is by no means comparable to that of skeleton zombies.

The skeletons have successfully intercepted the opponent in mid-air. Although they couldn't do any substantial damage, they tried their best to grab the opponent's body with their own skeleton hands and feet, and pulled him down forcefully. . The zombies on the ground also rushed there. Their task is not to damage attacks, but to hold them back.

Die, win. The Lich's empty eye sockets were still empty, and his half-skeleton, half-zombie face was still expressionless, but this idea popped up in the few thoughts he had left. The green cloud and mist on the staff quickly became thicker and bigger, but just when the cloud and mist on the staff were about to come out. His withered head and upper body suddenly exploded and scattered.

The long sword exuding a little white magic rolled over the ground not far behind Cr Lich, half of the Lich's body fell to the ground. The remaining zombies and skeletons continued to rush towards Rod Hart, even if the ones in front continued to crumble under his fists and white magic, they didn't care. It's just that without a leader like the Lich, it's only a matter of time before these skeletons are completely dismantled.

After completely eliminating these skeletons and zombies, Rod Hart was out of breath. There were at least five or six scars on his face and body, and a skeleton hand bone was inserted into his shoulder, and his mana and physical strength were almost exhausted.

"Rod Hart, please see Lord Inham Erni and the mages of Diyagu..."

He once again faced the depths of the gray mountain and shouted loudly. Although his voice was still loud, it was more tired and desolate than before. The voice echoed alone in the mountains for a few times, then gradually dissipated, and still did not arouse any response.

Listening silently to his own voice being swallowed up by the surrounding gray mountains, Rod Hart turned and walked out of the valley. When passing the carcass of the camel that had become a pile of carrion, he hesitated for a moment, looked at the package of clean water and food carried by the camel, and sighed. It was skipped by the corpse witch's death suspicion just now, and it is impossible to eat it anymore.

There was still some water and food on the other camel, but Rod Hart couldn't let the camel go into the valley no matter what. Even though Rod Hart was pulling in front, as soon as it stepped into the dark gray rocky area, the camel began to struggle and retreat desperately. It seemed to be an animal instinct, and it felt that this area did not belong to any living creatures. thing.

After trying twice, Rod Hart finally sighed, swung his sword, and the camel's head fell into the sand with a stream of blood foam.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of camel's blood, Rod Hart walked into the valley mouth with a small amount of water and food, as well as a piece of hump that was cut off. The huge gray but lifeless mountain peaks on both sides are like two huge undead monsters, silently looking down at the humans who are stepping into their shadows like ants.

Three days later.

"Rod Hart, the captain of the Paladins of Ainfast, please see the Marquis of Inham Erni and the members of Diyagu..."

The voice that resounded countless times resounded in the Shadow Spiral Mountain Range again. But this time it was no longer a cry, but more like the howling of a dying beast.

Standing on a peak of the Shadow Spinning Mountain Range, the endless black-gray mountains in front of him were endless, and he could no longer tell where he came from and where he should go. He no longer knew if this was his last cry.

Behind, around, and on the mountainside at the foot of the mountain, hundreds of skeletons and zombies are approaching here. All concentrated on him, as if rushing to a feast.

The sound of his roar was still echoing in the mountains, Rod Hart turned around and rushed towards the undead army approaching him.

The long sword in the right hand flew up with the heads of two zombies~IndoMTL.com~The scimitar in the left hand caused the three skeletons to fall apart, and he also smashed the two skeletons with his body and then smashed them together Hit a zombie in the face. But at the same time, he also received at least five or six attacks. A zombie's sword was pierced into his lower abdomen, and the water magic power attached to the sword formed two criss-cross ice spikes in his body. He could feel himself His intestines were pierced by at least three icy tingling sensations, his face was hot, and a skeleton hand next to him almost directly dug out half of his face.

With the continuous advancement in the mountains, the skeletal zombies now hold a lot of high-quality magic weapons. Although they have gone through countless years, they are still sharp and effective. The riddled magic leather armor is no longer a problem.

Rod Hart turned around and split the zombie in half with a knife, and chopped up the remaining two skeletons. As he turned around, he could hear the sound of the two icicles breaking and piercing in two places in the middle of the intestine. The knife in his left hand was thrown out, piercing a phantom that rushed in mid-air, and the flame magic power attached to the knife itself tore the ghost into pieces.

At the moment when the ghost dissipated, Rod Hart seemed to see that the shape of the ghost seemed to be a magician wearing a sorcerer's robe. This ghost may have been a healer during his lifetime. And the flame magic knife that pierced through the ghost was picked up from a zombie. The knife had the badge of the Holy Knights that he was familiar with, but he didn't know how many years ago it was.