Xiao Zhi and Frost continued to move forward, the road along the way became more and more smooth, and the remains of wall lamps appeared on the walls. At the same time, there are more and more battle traces on the surrounding walls, and large and small slashing scars are all over the passage ahead, which can be used to infer the intensity of the decisive battle that year.
This section of the road was particularly quiet. The screaming undead soldiers disappeared, and there was no strange fog, and even the new roadblockers disappeared.
However, Xiao Zhi did not let down his vigilance because of this quietness, everything had a sense of imminent danger.
Finally, they came to a tall stone gate.
The stone gate should have been dug out in a hurry, and it still has a rough feeling that has not been polished. There is a hideous and huge animal head carved on it, which is the symbol of the royal family of the Todri Dynasty. It seems that even if it is reduced to such a place, Nafa is still unwilling to give up his arrogance as a king.
The stone gate firmly blocked the entire passage, which meant that if they wanted to pass through, they had to open the gate first.
Frost looked at the stone door in front of him, and the long sword in his hand moved slightly. He was about to take a step forward, and directly opened the door roughly.
"Lord, please let me come." Xiao Zhi's voice sounded from behind him.
Frost turned to look at his clerk, motioning him to explain the reason with his eyes.
Xiao Zhi took a step forward: "For things like knocking on the door, let me as a subordinate do it for you."
Frost didn't speak, but stopped in his tracks, and his hand holding the sword relaxed slightly. The meaning was obvious, go ahead if you can.
Xiao Zhi stood in front of the gate. Although the gate looked tall and heavy, in fact there were several deep cracks on it. It should have been broken once when the rebel army invaded, but it was later broken by the undead here. They just repaired the appearance, but the door is actually quite fragile.
Now Asen is going to have a boss VS boss battle with the other party. The younger brothers on the opposite side of the road have come out for several rounds, fully demonstrating Nafa's ostentation as a boss.
And there are only two people on their side. As the only candidate for his younger brother, Xiao Zhi has to support Asen no matter what. He is already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. It would be too much for the boss to open even the door. No face.
Also, he has been eating and waiting to die all the time, and this is all in front of the boss. It would be a bit too arrogant if he still doesn't do some work.
Xiao Zhi raised his hand towards the tall Shimen.
In the next moment, an undead version of an exploding fireball flew out of his staff. The dark green undead fire was very ghostly, mixed with howling winds and pale flashes like howling ghosts, no matter it was the sound effect or the picture. They are all quite imposing.
"Boom—"
The bursting fireball slammed into the heavy stone door.
Amidst the shrieks that seemed to be crying with ghosts, the seemingly incomparably solid stone gate shattered. This time it was more thoroughly broken than before. The stone powder and gravel exploded violently, paving the ground behind the door. It should be impossible to reuse it again.
This knock on the door can be said to be quite imposing. May I ask which owner will feel like being slapped in the face with the sole of a shoe after being knocked on the door like this
Xiao Zhi smiled and stepped back to the position one step behind Frost: "I hope you are satisfied."
Frost raised his brows slightly, then raised the corner of his mouth in an inconspicuous arc, and gave him a look of approval, which seemed quite satisfied.
Well, this clerk did it for nothing.
Xiao Zhi was also very satisfied. The massive exploding fireball is too conspicuous to use in melee, but it is very useful when acting aggressively. The movement and movement made by one fireball can beat a series of others, which is especially suitable for this kind of battle. Situations that require a big scene.
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The two entered the door one after the other.
The first thing to appear is a corridor. The ground here is still very flat. The surrounding walls have been repaired and look very flat. There are even carvings on it. Every few steps are different.
It's really a tyrant who doesn't forget to pursue these details at this time.
After passing through the corridor, there is a spacious hall, which can even be described as gorgeous, the walls are polished very flat, and there are still traces of veil decoration, the floor is paved with stone bricks, and there are carvings on each stone brick. I don't know how much manpower was spent.
On the ground, there are more fragments of decorations than Duran Ruth's side. I don't know if they were broken during the fight or smashed by the angry rebels.
There is a high platform above the hall, on which there is a beautifully carved stone throne. Although it is a bit dilapidated, it does not affect people's appreciation of its exquisite workmanship.
Behind the throne is a tall statue.
It was a burly man, wearing a mighty and domineering battle armor, with a cloak behind his back, and a broad sword in both hands. He was staring forward with a majestic face. The crown on his head clearly showed his identity. — That method.
Xiao Zhi felt that his previous emotion was expressed too early, this is called not knowing how to repent when death is imminent. Even when fleeing, he paid so much attention to ostentation. When Nafa was still ruling the Todri Dynasty, one can imagine how extravagant his life must be, and it is no wonder that he was overthrown by the unbearable people.
"You guys, damn it!"
A loud shout suddenly sounded in the silent room, like a thunderclap ringing in my ears.
Xiao Zhi looked around, trying to find out the source of the sound, and then he saw the stone statue that was glaring in front of it turn its face towards them, the mouth of the stone statue opened and closed, and the shout came from his mouth.
Xiao Zhi met the gaze of the stone statue, and suddenly felt palpitations.
It's not how terrifying the stone statue's eyes are, but that there seems to be some indescribable power in that line of sight. When people touch his eyes, they will naturally feel pressure and fear in their hearts.
A word flashed through Xiao Zhi's mind—spiritual shock.
This is an effect that only appears on certain bosses that kill heavily. Anyone who appears near him will be affected by him and feel palpitations and fear. But such an effect can be overcome by yourself, as long as you can keep your mind clear and strengthen your heart, the firmer you are, the less you will be affected.
Xiao Zhi let go of his thoughts, calmed himself down, and his eyes gradually cleared up.
Frost took a step forward, blocking the line of sight between Xiao Zhi and the statue of Nafa, he whispered, "Stand back."
Xiao Zhi understood what his boss meant, he was about to start performing. He didn't talk nonsense, and decisively relied on the light body of the undead to float backwards and landed in the corner of the hall, implementing his younger brother's self-cultivation, An Anxin became the only spectator in this battle.
Frost raised his long sword and pointed at Nafa's statue: "Come out."
His tone was flat, as if he was asking "brother, have you eaten today?".
The eyes of the Nafa statue turned to Frost, as if trying to devour him. After the two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, the palpitating ominous feeling on the stone statue suddenly disappeared, replaced by a stronger coercion.
Then, a translucent figure floated from the stone statue.
He is tall and tall, wearing armor and cloak similar to those on his own statue, and holding a broad bronze-colored sword in his hand.
But the armor was full of scars, and the cloak behind him was also torn, with dark blood stains that could never be wiped off, only the sword was still shining coldly.
The blood in his body was so thick that it seemed to be overflowing, even from such a long distance, Xiao Zhi could feel the lingering smell of blood lingering on the tip of his nose.
There was a gap between Nafa's head and body. His head had already been cut off, and his body was connected only by dark green resentment. His eyes were bloodshot and glowed with a strange red light, full of bloodthirsty and killing desires.
His scarlet eyes looked at Frost: "Intruder, you have to pay the price for your transgression."
Frost still had that expressionless handsome face: "There's so much nonsense."
As a high-ranking tyrant who couldn't let go of airs even if he fled, how could Nafa accept such a provocation? The red light in his eyes flickered, and he suddenly charged towards Frost with his sword.
Nafa's armor was not an ornament. He was originally a very powerful swordsman. Fighting was an instinct carved into his bones. Blood and killing were the things that excited him the most.
The sharp blade rushed towards Frost along with the bloody wind, carrying a terrifying coercion that made people palpitate.
"Ding-"
The two long swords collided fiercely, making a crisp sound, announcing the beginning of the battle.
Neither Frost nor Nafa intended to be tactful, and they just confronted each other directly.
The pitch-black long sword in Frost's hand and the bronze-colored broadsword in Nafa's hand kept clashing, dangerous sword lights flickered in the air, and several deep scars were added to the surrounding ground due to the fight between the two.
Nafa stabbed out with a sword, but Frost's figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared behind Nafa in an instant, and stabbed out with a sword mercilessly.
That method is also experienced in many battles, he dodged sideways in an instant, and at the same time swung his sword across, attacking Frost with the same merciless blow.
Facing the oncoming sword edge, Frost suddenly jumped up to dodge the sword, and then cut out several swords one after another while he was still in the air. His sword light continued like a torrential rain towards the The law attacked the past.
Nafa dodged under Frost's dense attack. Although he dodged the attack, his footsteps kept moving backwards, retreating and retreating in the hall.
Faced with such a situation, the proud tyrant was very dissatisfied, his eyes glowed red, and at the same time he stabbed down suddenly with the broad sword in both hands.
Dangerous red light spread on the ground along with his blade.
Then, a violent impact spread out around Nafa as the center. The originally flat ground was lifted up by such an impact and then shattered, and the exquisite carvings became countless dilapidated fragments.
Xiao Zhiyuan felt the horror of the impact in the corner of the hall. In order to maintain his personality, he even put on a freshly baked spell shield for himself.
Frost, who was facing the impact, felt more obvious. His forward posture stopped, and he had to retreat to avoid this dangerous move.
But Frost did not give up attacking at this point, he raised his sword towards Nafa from a distance, and in an instant, an icy blue gloomy sword light attacked Nafa who was standing there leaning on the sword.
Facing the menacing sword light, a red shield suddenly lit up on Nafa's body.
The shield was filled with blood, and the wailing of the ghost could be vaguely heard.
When the ice-blue sword light collided with the red shield, the sword light dissipated, but there was more ice blue on the shield, and the ice blue flowed on the shield, but it was never swallowed by the red light.
Nafa couldn't help frowning. He felt that his shield had been weakened a little. It seemed that the sword light was weird. He had no doubt that if it came a few more times, his shield might face failure. danger.
Nafa's eyes turned to Frost again, and Frost looked at him almost at the same time, and there seemed to be lightning flashing in the air.
After a while, the two fought fiercely again.
The sword lights continued to criss-cross, causing smoke and dust to rise from the ground.
Xiao Zhi shrank in the corner and watched Asen fight, but he couldn't happily join the battle due to his personality, so he could only continue itching silently, and secretly took a few pictures of Asen's battle, preparing to keep Appreciate yourself.
Compared with the blood-stained Nafa, Asen's fighting posture looks more handsome.
It's definitely not Xiao Zhi's friend filter.
At this time, the distance between Nafa and Frost was extremely close, and every move was aimed at each other's vital points, and the exchange of attack and defense was only in an instant.
Suddenly, the broad sword in Nafa's hand lit up with a burst of blood-red light, and then, a fierce red light flew from the edge of the sword and suddenly attacked Frost who was close at hand.
Because he was too close to the sword light, even though Frost made a quick dodge, he was still hit hard in the chest by the red light, and he took several steps back suddenly.
A mouthful of dark red blood spilled from the corner of Frost's mouth.
After losing their lives, the blood of the undead is no longer bright red, even black and green are not unusual, but it is not coagulated like ordinary dead people.
The dark red blood stained Frost's light-colored lips, and dripped down bit by bit. It was not a bright dark red, but it added a touch of color to this originally cold person, like blooming flowers on a pale snowfield. the first flower.
Nafa laughed ferociously: "Hahahaha, this is the price for provoking the king!!"
Xiao Zhi stopped taking screenshots, he felt his hands really itchy, he really wanted to rub a dozen fireballs all over this annoying guy! !
Frost wiped away the blood stains with the back of his hand carelessly, but the battle intent in his platinum eyes grew stronger. He stood up straight again, his eyes locked on Nafa: "Noisy."
After speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared in place again.
The rain-like sword light exploded again, violently attacking that method.
The sword in Nafa's hand also shone with red light, and the two sides collided constantly, but the red light gradually weakened and dimmed under the continuous impact of blue light.
Finally, the bloody shield covering the Dharma body shattered, turning into blood and disappearing.
Before Nafa could respond, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Frost's mouth. There was no joy, no warmth in that smile, only extreme killing intent.
The pitch-black long sword was raised, bringing an ice-blue sword light all over the sky.
In the next moment, all the sword lights seemed to have heard Frost's order, and fell suddenly at the same time, like a violent storm specially sent off for the dead. The depths of eternal hell.
Nafa, who was bathed in the light of the sword, couldn't help feeling terrified.
He smelled death. The last time he felt this way, he lost his country, lost the powerful army he was proud of, fell from the high throne, and was even beheaded. wilderness.
This time... what will happen to him...
Before that method could figure it out, Jian Guang had already arrived. The ice-blue sword rain mercilessly tore his soul apart, and the thoughts that hadn't come up with an answer were also shattered, leaving only nothingness.
The sword light shattered Nafa and the armor on his body, only the bronze sword was still intact, it fell to the ground, obviously quietly, but it seemed to have some kind of magical power, attracting people to look at it.
Frost was injured in the previous battle. There was a sword wound on his cheek, and there was a little blood on the corner of his mouth. His left hand was also pierced by the magic sword, and dark red blood was dripping down.
But he didn't care about his injury at all, and he took a step forward to pick up the broadsword that fell from the ground.
Almost at the moment when he touched the blade, a voice seemed to sound from the bottom of his heart:
"You killed him, now you can have me..."
"I can help you get to the top..."
"The more you kill, the stronger you become. It's worth exchanging the lives of those ants for my help, right?"
Frost tightened his grip on the sword.
"Right, that is it… "
"Come on, show me your piety..."
"First of all, how about killing that extra guy present?"
That voice was full of temptation. This is the sword soul of this sword. It is very warlike and loves to kill. As long as Frost does what it says, it will give him endless power.
But the price of holding it is that it will continue to affect the mind by it, and eventually become a person enslaved by the sword.
However, Frost did not listen to the instigation of the voice. He raised the sword flat in front of his eyes and smeared his own blood on his left hand. His tone remained calm, without any intention of moving: "No, you must surrender to me completely."
Then, he chanted an obscure incantation, and as he moved, the blood on the broad sword gradually distorted and deformed, turning into strange runes.
"No! You can't do this!!"
"Only those who are devout enough to me, I will give him strength!!!"
"You stop now!!"
"ah-"
The soul of the sword screamed piteously, but Frost was not moved at all. He kept chanting, and soon the strange runes had spread all over the body of the sword, and the wailing of the soul of the sword became weaker and weaker, and finally Disappear.
A small ball of light emerged from the sword, as if it had been stripped of blood by the runes. It no longer looked red, but a small ball of white.
At the same time, the broad sword that lost its sword soul broke instantly, and the rust began to erode from the fracture, and gradually covered the entire body of the sword.
Frost threw away the destroyed broadsword, reached out and grabbed Bai Guang and put it on his black long sword. At first, Bai Guang seemed a little unhappy, but under Frost's cold gaze, he had no choice but to enter the long sword.
When the white light was completely integrated into the sword body, the long sword was still in its original state, but there seemed to be a layer of brilliance flowing on the surface, making it look a bit more mysterious.
Frost didn't appreciate his masterpiece, he put away his sword, turned around and prepared to call Xiao Zhi to leave together.
At this moment, Frost's footsteps suddenly became unsteady, and he raised his hand to cover his forehead. The severe headache was like a group of silver needles suddenly exploded in his mind, making him almost unable to think, and unable to control his body.
Xiao Zhi at the side realized something was wrong when he saw this, he suddenly floated forward, and supported Frost's precarious body: "Lord?!"
Frost gritted his teeth, not letting himself make the slightest sound.
Xiao Zhi was very worried: "Shall I take you back to Hesse?"
"No." Frost's voice forced out of his mouth, "Small things... just wait a while... Going back to Hesse... it's useless..."
Xiao Zhi helped Frost to the side and sat down, because Frost could not control his body, Xiao Zhi could only let him lean on his body.
After knowing each other for so long, it seemed that it was the first time that the two of them got so close.
Xiao Zhi turned his head to look at Frost, only the faint will-o'-the-wisp in the crypt could be used as a light source, but this did not affect his sight. From such a close distance, he could clearly see the thick eyelashes like a feather fan, with a nice curve, and the deep outline cast a shadow on Frost's face, making his facial features more three-dimensional.
The tip of his nose could smell the unique dark woody smell from Frost's body, and the smooth silver hair brushed Xiao Zhi's ears, making him feel a little itchy.
Frost frowned, silently enduring the pain of the headache, he seemed unwilling to show even the slightest fragility in front of others.
Xiao Zhi was keenly aware of this, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to gently pat his back, comforting Frost, and also comforting himself who couldn't help at this moment.
At this moment, Xiao Zhi felt a little helpless.
He couldn't help but wonder what Asen had experienced alone in the past six hundred years? Why do you have a headache? Is it like this every time? Why does Asen want to arrest him? Are you resenting him for leaving without saying goodbye
The room was silent, only two people who were very close.
There seems to be a different atmosphere flowing in the air, a little sweet and a little sour, and more of a gloomy bitterness.
In the silence, Xiao Zhi saw the wound on Frost's hand, which was left when he fought against Nafa just now. Frost showed no concern about it, but Xiao Zhi felt that the wound Very dazzling.
He said softly, "Let me treat your wound first."
Frost didn't answer, Xiao Zhi took it as his acquiescence.
Xiao Zhi took out a roll of bandages from his backpack, which was one of the trading items that appeared during the planning of the trade zone, the healing bandages produced by the undead pharmacist. But this thing is not aimed at adventurers, but is going to be sold to the undead living in Hesse. It is always more convenient to sell it in the trade area than the pharmacist himself.
Xiao Zhi gently pulled Frost's hand. The wound on this hand was very hideous, almost pierced by a broad sword, but Frost continued to fight without changing his face, as if he didn't feel any pain. Same.
The bandage wrapped around the wound round and round, completely wrapping it up. Xiao Zhi didn't know how long it would take for this thing to work, so he decided to keep it as it was.
The silence lasted for a while, and Xiao Zhi suddenly felt a lightness on his shoulder.
Xiao Zhi turned his head to look around him, and saw that Frost had stood up, his eyes were clear at this moment, and he could not see the pain and chaos before.
"Let's go." Frost stepped forward, his steps were steady, his back straight, and he was still the invincible Lord of Hesse.
He walked to the place where Nafa disappeared, picked up a green flame wrapped in a crystal from the ground, Frost glanced at the crystal, and threw it to Xiao Zhi as before.
This is the flame of resentment of the dead that Xiao Zhi is looking for.
Xiao Zhi stretched out his hand to take it, and at the same time heard a soft "thank you", when he raised his head to look over, he only saw a head of silver hair and the back of Frost away.
Xiao Zhi smiled, quickly put away the anger of the dead, and followed the boss's footsteps.