Chapter 393: I come first

The temperature of the cave is extremely low. Like an open cold storage room, the eerie cool air is gushing, and the four men standing in a row take a nap.
Aragon's secret road was troublesome, and the cave seemed to lead directly to the nether hell, and he was creepy just standing outside the cave.
He took off his backpack and prepared to make a simple torch. Russell put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. "The Middle Ages are in the third era. You are still using the torch. It's too primitive. Standing on the side let me come."
Russell pushed away Aragorn, pretending to read a few words that no one understood, raised his hand and waved forward to use the lighting technique.
Ding!
Suddenly, Russell was shining all over his body, shaking the three of Aragon.
"Russell, it's too flashing. Can the light source be smaller?"
Jin Li complained, his tears shed.
Russell didn't speak, concentrated his magic power, and spread the light around him. Only the Edman alloy knife glowed, and the light spread evenly to the front.
Well, in fact this is the magic flashlight, he is a human flesh battery.
"Jinli, is this down?" Russell asked.
"It's much better, your lighting is really good." Jin Li sighed sincerely: "I just drilled into my bones with cold air, and my teeth trembled with coldness. Now it's much better, not only cold but even ..."
I even want to laugh!
Jin Li looked at Russell's lighting technique, and then compared with Gandalf, he wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. Offending Russell, he could only scratch the bark for three meals.
Russell took the lead, and the four went into the winding cave. This is a passage that runs through Ding Moshan. It was built in the last era. It is very spacious, cold and cold, but it is well preserved.
The passage is very dry, and a thick layer of dust has fallen. Probably because of the undead, there are few traces of life activities, insect venomous snakes, bat beasts, and common creatures in these caves. There is no shadow here.
Click! Click! Click ------
As the people gradually deepened, decaying bones appeared on both sides of the passage, the stone walls were hollowed out, and the bones were neatly packed. Under their feet, the countless skulls covered the ground and walking on it was a crisp sound.
Jin Li was brave and fierce, but he turned into a ball in the face of the undead. Although he was already a ball, he followed Russell as close to the light source as possible.
The crowd continued to move out of the cave passage, and in front of it was a huge hollow area. The mountain was hollowed out of a hemisphere-shaped square, and the central location was a building like an altar or cemetery. Seeing this scene, Jin Li grasped Russell's hand and breathed carefully.
"Uh ---"
A dull mourn sounded from all directions, and some dark green light loomed in the darkness, staring at the light and shadow, turning into a skeleton soldier wearing a strong armor.
The translucent body was suspended in mid-air, and there were more and more dead souls like this between reality and reality. They approached densely and surrounded the four people.
These undead are short-sighted with a spear in their hands, and there are even some riding on warhorses, pale flags fluttering and waving, surrounded by words, heavy and vaguely like bushes under the winter fog.
The Edman alloy knife in Russell's hand bloomed, but it was not used for eggs. His lighting technique could only illuminate, and could not disperse the undead.
Feeling the sudden drop in temperature, he took out the sand eagle and held it in his hand. Regardless of whether these undead can hurt people, he didn't want to get the other side too close.
More and more undead gathered, but strangely did not make a sound, the only sound source in the whole square is Jin Li's teeth, the rhythm of a percussion.
"Who broke into my territory?"
The whisper came from the direction of the altar, and the loud sound echoed in the hollow of the mountain, slowly magnifying into a hurricane-like growl.
Russell looked in search of the sound. It was a skinny, cruel green undead. Unlike other undeads, he wore a crown, a translucent decaying body, and a red cloak.
【Ding】
[The host contacts the plot character ascends to Harlow's undead, triggers the draw, is it drawn now? 】
Hearing the system's prompt sound, Russell was a little tangled, and it is very likely that he could draw the character card, but whether the undead is worth extracting still needs to be considered.
In case it is a chicken that is not reusable, wouldn't it be a loss!
Russell was on a run, and Aragorn was tough against the leader of the undead: "I am Aragorn, you are about to be a loyal host!"
As if the leader of the undead was not on the same channel as Aragorn, facing his provocation, he said to himself: "The undead has laid the Tianluo network. This will be your place of burial."
"Join us and be part of us!"
The leader of the undead uttered a hollow roar, like the horn of attack, and the countless undead pulled out their swords and embraced the four of them.
"This thing really hurts no one?"
Russell was hesitant about this. The sand eagle swept a circle, continuously pulled the trigger and fired quickly, and the magic bullets poured out, dispersing the surrounding undead into smoke.
The bullets are extremely penetrating, each one penetrating a dozen undead, and disappearing until the magic is exhausted.
"Hisse !!!"
The sound of collective exhaustion sounded in the square, and the leader of the undead raised his trembling arms and pointed at Russell ~ EbookFREE.me ~. This look.
"Kill him and take revenge on the clan! Line up, I'll come first!"
The leader of the undead shouted, drew his sword and rushed to Russell, but the next second he was pushed down by the onslaught soldiers.
"Kill kill!"
"Asshole, don't squeeze! Whoever steps on me, I'm your king ..."
"Kill kill!"
There seemed to be something weird in the sound of the killing in the sky. Russell didn't have many tubes. Facing the swarming undead, he raised the sand eagle and fired magic bullets.
Huh! Huh! Huh!嘭
Scraping, Sand Eagle's barrel was overheating, and Russell was forced to stop attacking.
At this time, he found that the situation was a bit wrong. The undead army was all at him, leaving Aragorn alone. Moreover, after he stopped attacking, the undead also stopped the charge, roaring around with anger, just not doing anything.
"Flick off! Keep flashing for me, you fools!"
The undead pile was a little bit noisy. Soon, the undead leader pushed away the soldiers blocking his way, and strode out. His sword stood on his chest, and he yelled, "Wizard, I will fight you."
The three of Russell and Aragon looked at each other. All of them were an idea. Is this guy stupid?
Russell thought secretly, and seemed to think of something, and his mouth tickled: "I can't fight you, the magic is exhausted, I will kill you if I want."
The leader of the undead waved with a big hand: "Anyway, I'll wait for you to restore your magic power and have a fair duel!"
"Forget it, we won't do it. For the sake of your chivalry, the four of us left."
With that said, Russell turned and left.
Slap!
The leader of the undead passed through Russell's body and knelt before him: "Master Witch, show kindness, kill me!"