Ugh... ...
Zhou Qingfeng sighed softly, lowered his head to look at the breastplate that fits with Arcie. There is a '2' drawn in mud on the armor. After sighing, he erased the numbers, bent his knees and squatted on the ground again, and changed the number to '3'.
That's right, this is the third time he has hit Cyric. The first time he failed to withstand the noble attack, the second time he failed to defeat the red dragon Alatis. Two resurrections cost more than seven million points, and there will not be a fourth time in a short period of time.
Looking at the vast dark night ahead, there are still some oss waiting.
Xili rode on'Shikage' and brought Sophia and Irene to catch up. The little fairies surrounded the owner's head and quarreled with each other. But Zhou Qingfeng waved to them, "You don't have to follow, Cyric is on the opposite side, and I can go with Arcie."
With Arcie combined, Zhou Qingfeng's posture is more than two meters, and his strength is more than twenty. The enclosed structured armor armor can unilaterally release magic through optimization of materials, but it is basically immune to magic, and is not afraid of even rust-like attacks.
But this is only limited to Zhou Qingfeng.
The maids knew that they were just a drag.
The little fairies stopped singing and fell on Irene. Xili hugged Zhou Qingfeng and wished her man a victory and return. The incorporeal Sophia stubbornly passed through the mithril barrier of the armor and merged with the master.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't say any farewell words, but only grabbed the mirror shield, took the'Evil Breaker', and strode into the darkness ahead. Only a hundred meters ahead is the outer fence of the original noble camp, but this place has become a ghost.
Decaying poisonous mushrooms grow from the wooden horse, and the tattered battle flag flashes with faint ghosts. The ferocious undead wandered in the camp, crawling, digging, or drifting, and they swarmed up when they felt the vitality.
The two vampire banshees rushed the fastest, rushing forward with a sharp howling. Its withered arms have long nails, just waiting to cut through the body of the prey, drinking hot blood.
"Evil Breaking" hit with one hand, the sword blade pulled out a shining light, and easily hit the soul body of the vampire banshee to break it up. Followed by a group of hellhounds, pounding and biting, spinning back and forth around Zhou Qingfeng, looking for the possibility of attack.
Zhou Qingfeng's epee is clumsy and clumsy, but it cuts horizontally and vertically. Hellhounds close to him are often cut in half before they can react.
Several huge seam corpses were surrounded behind him. This is the random splicing of the corpses of different monsters, just like the beginner craftsmanship of a crappy tailor. The stitched lines are ugly, ugly and weird like a centipede.
The Sewing Zombie has a tall body, heavy steps, and some inexplicable sticks and stones as weapons in his hand. They spit a yellow stench and dropped a lot of big rocks.
In addition to the seam corpse monsters, there are hundreds of undead gatherings. Cyric converted all the noble handymen who remained in the camp, and used them to siege.
'War trampled'!
Zhou Qingfeng, who was slowly advancing, suddenly accelerated, producing a spreading sonic boom out of thin air. He lifted his shield forward and ran into a seam corpse monster, and the powerful impact smashed the stitched corpse into pieces.
The sonic boom stirred up the dust, like a surging wave on the ground. The surrounding undead instantly resembled tatters scrolling in a violent wind, torn, dismembered, and turned into chaos in the sonic boom.
Several other seamstresses were also swaying in the middle of the sonic boom, unsteadily standing.
After the impact, Zhou Qingfeng ran, accelerated, jumped, and slashed again. He stayed on top of the weird head of a zombies, then stood on the deformed back of another zombies, or stepped on the festering shoulder blades of the next zombies.
When Zhou Qingfeng passed the obstacles of these undead, the bodies of several seamutter monsters gradually disintegrated, and the stitched parts fell off each other, returning to foul-smelling and rotting corpses.
Everything seems casual.
The combination of sword and shield continued to advance.
Alatis squatted in front of the golden-top tent, and the puppet possessed by Cyric stood on top of the red dragon, looking down in the deep darkness.
At the feet of the red dragon, Enissa clasped her hands tightly, tears raining down. She saw the man walking in stride, and said with sobbing, "You shouldn't be here."
"I've heard this opening remark, many times." The man's low voice came from under the closed armor. He waved his hand indifferently, "The next thing is my business, you can leave."
Zhou Qingfeng passed Enisa, not even looking at the woman. He saw Naser instead. The white-haired old knight fell to the ground with a black hole in his chest.
Ugh... ...
"Cyric, I'm here." Zhou Qingfeng walked to the red dragon. He did not forget to mock, "Alatis, your so-called pride is trampled on top of your head."
There are scars all over the red dragon's scale armor, some can heal, some can't. One of the corners on the top of its head was broken, and that was cut off alive by Zhou Qingfeng with a sword. Facing the mockery, it glared at each other but didn't speak.
The wings of light unfolded from behind Zhou Qingfeng, slowly flying to the height of looking directly at Cyric. The puppet controlled by the Dark Sun became thin and pale, with a black sword in his hand, his eyes cold.
"Victor Hugo, it's rare to see you again. I thought you would die halfway."
'Cyric' stared at the '3' on Zhou Qingfeng's breastplate, "Why do you have the habit of writing numbers on the armor? I seem to have seen it before."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "Cyric, you are really a lot of nonsense."
Before the sentence of "a lot of nonsense" was finished, a dozen black thin thorn swords suddenly flashed from Zhou Qingfeng's front, back, left and right, as weird as they penetrated the space.
Zhou Qingfeng's wings flickered a long time ago, and the mirror shield in his hand was released, turning into several shields to protect the surroundings, blocking all the thin thorn swords coming from the surprise attack. He himself rushed forward,'breaking evil' back and forth, and the sword lights several meters long were intertwined into a net.
The figure of'Xirek' disappeared directly, and Alatis rushed forward and continued to fight Zhou Qingfeng. The hurried dragon language builds multiple defenses, including a breath.
Zhou Qingfeng ignored the red dragon's high-temperature breath, smashed into the opponent's defense, and struck Alatis in the neck with a sword. The heavy scale armor on his neck was chopped off, and the painful red dragon screamed loudly.
"Damn reptile, why are you hitting me? I'm not your main opponent."
At this time,'Xirek' appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng, slamming his sword straight into his vest. Zhou Qingfeng waved his wings and turned around like an unknown prophet, not only knocked away the opponent's sword, but also lost several dimensional anchors in one go.
The check of Cyric was too high, and the Dimensional Anchor that blocked teleportation didn't work. 'Dark Sun' habitually played backstab, and disappeared immediately after a miss.
Zhou Qingfeng relied on the power of the stab of the'Xirek' to accelerate in the opposite direction, and then rushed in front of Alatis, against the opponent's claws, and made a cut in its dragon wing.
The screaming voice of Alatis soared to the sky, and he cursed angrily: "Victor Hugo, why do you always beat me? If you have the ability, go and beat the Dark Sun. I am just a mount now, just a horse. What a horse!
What kind of hero is bullying me? "