Zhang Xiao didn't take Carlos' life right away, because he knew very well that if Carlos died, the golden skeleton he had summoned would return to its original place at the same time! Underworld, the small ribs have not left the golden skeleton at this time, if they were also passed back to the underworld, that smile will definitely regret it.
The Golden Skull was already kneeling on the ground and had no strength, and the golden bones were gradually dimming into silver and then white. After the skeleton of the golden skull turned white, the small ribs jumped down and made a stroke in the air. The big guillotine made from the mandibles of Warcraft, which was larger than it, appeared in his hand with a burst of white light. Flashing past, the skull head, which had turned into a white golden skull, flew up into the sky. After landing, it bounced twice like an angry leather ball and then rolled back to Carlos.
The small ribs ran to Zhang Xiao happily against the big guillotine. Zhang Xiao touched the light head of the little thing infinitely lovingly, looking like a father looking at his son returning home after a long absence.
The dark red soul fire leaped in the hollow eyes of the small ribs, and the boss with a skeleton mouth opened, obviously he was smiling. However, it also had a lot of scars on its body. Four of the bottom ribs of the front chest were broken, and white scratches could be vaguely seen on the bones of the limbs. It was obvious that the little thing did not go well in the underworld.
Carlos, who was kneeling on the ground next to him, held up the skull's head on the ground with his trembling hands, and a cloud of turbid tears dripped down his cheeks to the ground.
Every Necromancer’s skeleton warrior grew up under the careful care of the Necromancer. They and their own skeleton warrior were both comrades and brothers. Watching his skeleton fight to death, Carlos was already ashamed.
Looking at Carlos, who was extremely sad on his knees, Zhang laughed and sighed silently. With a move in his hand, the black spear instantly returned to his hand. Carlos hugged his skeleton warrior’s skull and fell to the ground, bloody. Gushing from his abdomen and flowing freely on the ground, it dyed a dark red around him in a moment.
All this happened a bit too suddenly, the deputy commander Edgar did not expect that his necromancer was killed by Zhang Xiaoji in one move, until he saw Carlos fall to the ground, and the golden skeleton followed. He disappeared before he reacted.
The trouble is big, the trouble is big, the head of the group will definitely kill his own when he comes back! Edgar muttered in his mouth with dull eyes. This time the head of the regiment was not at home, and the only undead archmage in the regiment died under his nose, and Edgar's head had become a mess.
Even if he had the intention to push the responsibility out, but with so many people on the scene, he couldn't hide the facts at all. Now his only chance is to catch this young man who killed the Great Master Death Spirit.
"Grab him!" Edgar pointed to Zhang Xiao and shouted hysterically at his subordinates, his voice changed a little out of tune because of the rush.
The surrounding men showed some hesitation. They didn't scream and rushed up, but stood still holding their weapons and looking left and right.
"Do you really want to fight me? You don't need to pull them up if you want to die." Zhang Xiao slowly walked to Edgar's face, narrowing his eyes and said. Behind him, the small ribs danced his own big guillotine in a fake and vigorous manner, expressing the threat.
Edgar's heart was frightened by Zhang Xiao's eyes, and he dared not look directly into Zhang Xiao's eyes, and he drew back.
"I don't care what method you use, tell you the leader, I will wait for him every day. If he doesn't come back within a month, the Black Dragon Mercenary Group will change his name." Zhang Xiao gloomily faced Ai, who bowed his head. Degas said.
"Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely bring it." Edgar Nono agreed repeatedly.
Zhang Xiao saw that he had agreed, and ignored him. He raised his hand and threw his hand up. The Twelve Governor's Array was hung above the Black Dragon Mercenary Corps station like an aerial fortress. The huge shadow oppressed everyone to breathe. .
It wasn't until Zhang Xiao took the small ribs and the werewolves into the 12th Governor Tianyuan that Edgar sat down on the ground. He didn't care about wiping the sweat from his head and ran into the small building. Contact his team leader to go.
The Black Dragon Mercenary Group exploded, Wytz City was surprised, and the entire continent was boiling.
The appearance of the Twelve Governors array made Wizz City once again crowded and overcrowded. Everyone wants to see what this floating object is and who has such great ability to do it. People are wondering who the owner of this thing is? Judging from their thinking, this is probably only God can do it.
Zhang Xiao in the Twelve Governors Heaven Formation didn't care about this, he let the werewolves monitor the Black Dragon Mercenary Group, and began to practice himself.
Three days later, the werewolf told Zhang Xiao that someone outside wanted to see him. When Zhang Xiao walked out of the Twelfth Governor Array, the crowd in front of him really surprised him.
The president of the Mage Guild, Klicabola Anris, led dozens of wizards floating outside the Twelve Governor's Sky Formation. What he saw was Zhang Xiao, his eyes bulging into two bubbles.
"Why are you?" The old president was wearing a robe with a fiery red gold trim today. The wizards behind him also wore them very neatly and solemnly. They were arranged like a military parade, as if they were welcoming some important person.
"The old president is looking for me?" Compared with the mages in front of him, Zhang Xiao seemed too ordinary, a black mercenary outfit with a black short hair, which is the kind of throwing him in the crowd. The kind that doesn't come out, in a fashionable sentence: really has the potential to be a spy.
"This! This thing belongs to you?" The old president pointed to the face of the Twelfth Governor, don't lie to me.
"Well, it's mine." Zhang Xiao's face was plain, and his tone was indifferent like a glass of boiled water.
"Where did you find it?" The old president asked something that even felt idiot.
Zhang Xiao was amused by these words. He chuckled and slowly drifted closer to the old president, and smiled and said, "I did this."
"Can I go in and have a look?" The old president couldn't hide his desire for knowledge, and asked.
"This! I'm afraid it's not so good, it's messy inside, and there's not even a place to sit." Zhang Xiao said embarrassedly, rubbing his nose.
"It's okay, it's okay, I just take a look, take a look and leave, don't you welcome?" Although the old president has heard that Zhang Xiao is not willing, he doesn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
"Hey! Okay!" Zhang Xiao was embarrassed and refused again, only reluctantly agreed. "But you can only go in, they can't." Zhang Xiao added, looking at the dozens of wizards behind the old president.
"Good, good." The old president happily resembled a child, shouting behind him: "You all go back, just leave two people here and wait for me."