Surviving The Fourth Natural Disaster Chapter 764: Runes that cannot be learned

"Why are the Trasil elves so strange? Why don't they feel confused and shaken by the change of the enemy they face?" Vera's face was full of question marks, "If they think they can't deal with it? If that lich... then they are not happy because of his disappearance?"

In the world of the undead, the bosses that may not be able to be defeated are bound to run, and it is only natural to leave a small boss that they can deal with before leaving... However, it is impossible for Hill to say this .

He just smiled and said: "They have been to several worlds before coming to Toril... They have very rich combat experience, and this change will not surprise them."

Vera tilted her head, and said disapprovingly: "But they screamed crazily when the swan fairy turned into a little person... It was the first time Feyla heard that she almost fell from the sky... They compared The dwarf has a louder voice."

Hill looked at Vera in a strange way. What did Xiao Huaxian do before to be able to remember the dwarf's voice so deeply... It's definitely not because of the words of cursing. A combination of bad lies and dirty mouth.

Generally, the easiest way to deal with that stuff is to keep their mouths shut first.

Although dwarves are indeed a very excitable race, they generally don't scream angrily... Well, forget it, he'd better not ask... When Vera occasionally mentioned things in the past, he would say that A notorious leprechaun god, a good boy would never have anything to do with that.

And Hill could tell that the little leprechaun **** had suffered in Vera's hands, so he helped Titania trick Vera later.

He said softly: "In the world of Trassil elves, the experience of many battles and the life full of surprises do not conflict.

If Vera can do the same, he will definitely become a very good leader. "

Hill leaned on the table, leaned on his cheek with his right hand, and smiled gently to the left. Although he couldn't see Vera swinging on his long hair, he hoped that Vera could feel his sincere.

As long as she is full of love for life, Vera still has half the hope of getting rid of the power struggle... When the sun **** returns to the throne.

Vera swung lightly on the swing a few times: "I will learn it well... I will be the most perfect queen, a queen that is completely different from Titania!"

An ugly howl suddenly came from the direction of the screen... It was the voice of the undead, and it was the wail that the undead could only utter before they died.

Hill suddenly turned his head to look at the giant screen: the head of the King of Bones surrounded by knights was killed.

The cheers of the undead have not yet fallen, but a dark black light erupted from the skull that had been shooting withered flames at the crowd. The skeleton body that fell on the ground suddenly disintegrated and flew up, rushing directly towards the skull .

The attacks of the undead who reacted quickly were all missed, but the glowing skulls were unable to attack at all... During the reorganization, this undead seemed to exist in another dimension.

But his attack did not stop, but became more violent. The undead who were shot by the bone arrow suffered heavy losses... If it wasn't for the holy rain that was always floating in the sky, more people would have died.

On the other side, the terribly cold skeletons released endless cold bone arrows almost crazily, shooting all over the sky so that the nearby undead had to choose to dodge.

In such a short time, the sides of the two heads were almost emptied.

The voice of 'Xue Yunfeng' sounded: "E*! Does this **** still have three lives? Master T surrounds the black light first! Hurry up! Those who are slow and don't stand in the front row go to the other head!

Other people, give up the front row! How much stick do you think you can hold?

The knights with armor quickly put on them, stand outside the armor... The speed of the bone arrow's release has become faster! The slow-response long-range keeps the furthest distance!

If you think you can't aim correctly, don't shoot! There is a pastor!

#! Which idiot fired mine at the main T?

T wrote down the list of attacks on himself and the damage... When I go back, I will count how many idiots I brought down. "

The black and red skeleton has appeared on the main material plane again, swinging the black bone staff and hitting the defensive knights who blocked his progress, but at this time he has lost the ability of long-range attack, No longer projects Withered Bones.

So soon there were more undead around there. After all, as long as this tall skeleton can't break through the defense of the knights, other professions don't need to fight and hide at the same time... Many people are in a hurry because they can't Doing things together, standing up and casting spells is their daily routine.

Hill leaned on the sofa and smiled, this is why he likes to watch the undead fight... War is always cruel, but the undead can always make it fun.

"Their combat style is very interesting, but don't relax with it." Fran glanced at Hill, and couldn't help telling, "Before fighting, you must try to find out the details of the enemy... Be careful.

It's okay for them to be negligent, but you will be finished if you are negligent!

I know that there must be a divinity in you, whether it is in Toril or Trassil, unless you die, you have the hope of resurrection... But is that still all of you?

Are you still free to do things of your own will? I just read the historical biographies of this world, and I understand a lot.

It is impossible to come back from the dead without a price, and it is best not to have such a thing happen. "

Hill showed a bright smile to his grandfather: "Don't worry! Grandfather... I never underestimate any enemy, no matter who I deal with, I will go all out.

And my combat mode is much better than that Lich Gou.

Able to hide and shoot arrows, never set fire on the bright side. "

If it wasn't for the spell plague, Hill wouldn't have stood so close to the enemy, otherwise he wouldn't have used wind spells to fight the most... Obviously his earth spells are the strongest.

Looking at Hill's sincere eyes, Fran nodded in satisfaction. He wasn't worried that Hill would be too passionate in the fight... It would be nice if his grandson didn't hide from the beginning to the end and rely entirely on the elemental elves to fight.

But he was really worried that Hill ignored the cruelty of the battle and became negligent. Sometimes it would be worse if he didn't hide well. Who knows if the enemy has a way to find out where Hill himself is!

The fighting mode of the undead is similar to that of playing games. If any lunatic learns from them, he will probably die suddenly on the same day.

Fortunately, Hill really doesn't seem to find the fighting style of the undead to be attractive... Hill probably didn't know that when he was in Trasil, many mage apprentices hoped that they could fight like the undead. He looks fearless and dares to fight anyone he encounters.

Before Fran left Trasil, he made the most solemn request to Adrian: No matter how talented a student is, as long as he is a mage apprentice of this undead worship genre, he must never receive their magic tower.

Mages rely on wisdom to fight... and they will never fight unprepared battles. Before going out, they have to estimate the things they may encounter and even the enemies. A few preventive plans... If you like to go straight up, wouldn't it be good to be a brainless knight?

It also saves everyone's resources from being wasted... After arriving in the world of Abel, Fran knew what it means to not keep up with the consumption of resources. Groups of people came to rob him... so poor that he couldn't imagine...

Toril's side looks similar, gold, a resource that he didn't even look down on before, is simply useless here.

His butler would show him the current situation of the territory and the news of Faerun Continent that Martha had summarized every day.

Fran has already seen the ancient white dragon who ran to work for the undead because of tens of thousands of gold coins... That thing is not too much in the world occupied by a giant dragon like Abel, after all, although the white dragon Live more, but die quickly.

Hill was actually very happy to hear his grandfather's teaching again... No matter how much his relatives care about, he is happy to take out a pack of daily nuts baked at low temperature to share with the elves.

"I#!" 'Xue Yunfeng' yelled again, "What is the T on Frozen Arrow doing? Why don't you let it rush into the group of priests?

Dead and no one to make up?

What are you doing with the Rockets? ah? Are you stupid?

Don't stand on the main T on the third lap! You can't even make it to the second lap, why are you still in line there?

Then it's a skull, not a pretty lady, so it depends on XP to choose the position? Aren't the red ones and the white ones **** bones?

Hurry up and change positions! Hurry up and surround Frostbolt!

What are you thinking?

Hurry up and take a break after playing, you are not tired, my voice is hoarse! "

Hill grabbed a handful of sweet almonds and stuffed them into his mouth, his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled~IndoMTL.com~Others' mouths are covered with honey, but 'Xue Yunfeng''s mouths may be covered with durians !

No wonder someone tried to drag him into the arena every time the battle ended.

Fran shook his head helplessly: "When His Majesty William was around, he seemed to be more restrained and not so unscrupulous."

He lowered his head and recorded a few more runes. When the Lord of Bones was reorganized just now, he found a lot of strange symbols at once. Frank looked down for a while before asking Hill: "Sill, these runes Do you know?"

Hill took a look, and couldn't help scratching his head: "It's almost as I thought, it's undead... Grandpa try not to learn this, it will make you noticed by the **** of death."

Of course he knew what Fran was recording, but he would be physically disgusted when he saw the undead, and he couldn't carefully observe the runes on the skeleton.

Francis thought for a while, then quickly tore off the paper, held it in his fingers and shook it lightly, a red flame quietly appeared and burned the paper to ashes.

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