The tall and strong Naga clan held a sword with a look of bewilderment.
"die!"
With resentful eyes wide open, Ron's sleeping lips spat out a word fiercely.
The gaze like a sharp sword pierced through the center of the eyebrows, and the strong Naga clan felt severe pain in his head, and then, a scene that made outsiders look extremely strange happened.
The head of the strong Naga tribe suddenly became thicker, and it swelled up like a balloon, getting bigger and bigger. The strong Naga tribe showed pain on its face.
With a bang, finally, the balloon swelled to the limit and exploded. The head of the strong Naga sanctuary burst like a watermelon, and the blood shattered along the brain.
"how so?"
Seeing Ron waking up, the Mutant Saints of the Eighth Legion were stunned. In an instant, they felt a danger penetrating into their hearts...
"Bang... bang... bang..."
Ron stared, and the powerful oppressive force spread out suddenly. The heads of the powerful Naga tribes around them burst open one after another, like popcorn, their huge bodies fell down with a bang, and a lot of smoke and dust rose.
With Ron's powerful strength, it was basically an instant kill for these strong men below the sanctuary. Soon, the corpses of those strong Naga tribes died all over the place.
No one noticed that from the corpses of those dead strong Naga tribes, a tiny black thread-like object floated out of them and flew towards Ron as if with a target.
Ron opened his mouth and sucked the black silk threads directly into his mouth.
Those black silk threads were constantly struggling, and the smoky faces showed a look of fear. These black threads were the souls of the dead strong Naga tribe. They were entangled by Ron's "soul absorption" until they were absorbed into Ron's soul.
After Ron inhaled those souls, his spirit was shaken. His injuries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he was back to normal after a while.
With a sound of "Peng-", Ron's body turned into thousands of black mist, broke away from Shaar's embrace, and floated in the air.
"Ron... you... you finally woke up!"
Shaar raised his head and looked at the sky, with surprise in his eyes.
"That's right..." Ron nodded slowly. He looked at Shaar who was covered in scars, and there was a trace of imperceptible anger in his eyes. Then, his eyes turned to those strong men in the Sanctuary of the Sea Clan. Said loudly.
"Those who hurt us will have to pay the price!"
"What? He actually woke up..."
Vitara was taken aback.
Bullyokoff sneered, "So what if you wake up? The result is the same death. No one can fight against the mighty Eighth Army!"
Looking at Ron floating quietly in the sky, for some reason, Fleet instinctively sensed a hint of danger.
"Be careful, this guy may not be that simple!"
"It doesn't matter, kill him first!" Vitara gritted her teeth and said.
As long as the necromancer is killed, the girl's whereabouts can be known through his soul, so Vitara is not worried at all that she will not be found, as long as she is still in the Xuelan Continent.
"kill!"
Under Vitara's order, the Eighth Army once again launched a massive attack. Countless Sea Clan fighters rushed forward one after another. Frogmen, murlocs and other races killed them with weapons in their hands. Witches and other professions released long-range attacks one after another. For a while, countless frost and fire bombs flew into the air, and the coral chariots of the Sea Clan also began to roar, and stones with various magical powers were thrown from the air.
"Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh-"
The figures of Vitara, Fleet, Bullyokoff and others turned into a group of phantoms, flying out like a stream of light. They swam in the air like snakes with their teeth and claws, and swooped over from four directions.
"what happened?"
Nicole, who was hiding in the dark, was taken aback. She looked at Ron in the sky with a look of confusion in her eyes. She felt that the Ron who woke up was obviously different, but she couldn't tell what the difference was.
Nicole's hands gradually clenched, and she thought to herself, "Ron, you must work hard!"
"hateful!"
Xia Ya yelled angrily, took a step forward, swung his long sword, and put on a desperate posture. The thick armor made a "quack...quack..." sound with her movements.
At this time, she felt dizzy in her mind, but it was a sign of overdrawing in her body.
Shaar screamed something bad in her heart. At this moment, she only felt her body sinking. When she looked up, she saw Ron standing on her right shoulder at some point. The wide shoulder armor just accommodated Ron's thin body. body.
"Ron, you..." Xia asked dumbfounded, and she could see that there was a strong fighting spirit in Ron's eyes.
"Char, don't worry!"
Seeing groups of monster-like Naga Sea tribes flying over, a slight sneer appeared on the corner of Ron's mouth, "Leave these people to me!"
Unexpectedly, Shaar nodded obediently, she straightened her body, and looked at the sea warriors rushing forward without fear.
Ron swung his robes, and in his dark white arms, he tightly held a bone staff. The young dragon's skull at the top of the bone staff was so dazzling, and there was a strange light in the black eyes.
"Why? I have a bad feeling..."
Ezeshik was held in the air by the second prince, the fat on his body was trembling constantly, and his face showed a look of fear. He always had an indescribable intuition about the coming of danger, and it was this intuition that made him repeatedly Only by escaping danger, and even letting him, who is weak in strength, survive until now.
"No, leave now... that Necromancer... is too scary!" Ezeshik said in a panic, "If you don't leave, we're all going to die!"
"Really?"
The second prince was skeptical. In his eyes, Ron was almost dead, but he was cautious by nature, hesitated for a while, and felt that he should listen to Aizexik. He immediately turned around and took Aizexik to the rear. fly away.
At this moment, Ron began to sing in a low voice.
"The night permeates the decayed land... The dim moonlight can't shake the sadness of death... On the battlefield of blood and fire, the dead souls are remembering the glory... Hatred reverberates in the air... Carrying undying faith... Greatness The undead...how can you tolerate...that damned enemy stepping on your corpse...when the death knell rings...can you... stand on the ground again..."
Xiaya listened to that spell quietly, her thoughts seemed to fly to the ancient battlefield, on the rotten land, blood and flames were intertwined, the enemy stepped on the corpses of the dead, laughing wantonly, the breath of hatred was The air is filled.
Suddenly, Xia Ya's heart seemed to burst into flames, burning blazingly.
At this moment, a black book quietly floated above Ron's head, exuding a vast and majestic power of death.
"This... this is..."
Nicole's eyes widened in the distance, with an expression of disbelief in her eyes, "The Book of the Dead!"
"How is it possible? Who the hell is he? How could there be a Book of the Dead?"
Nicole's body trembled slightly, her hands were tightly squeezed due to excitement, and she looked a little white due to excessive force.
Ron's face was as heavy as water, and he sang calmly until he spit out the last syllable. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and with a wave of the bone staff in his hand, a powerful breath of death shot out in all directions instantly.