Vol 3 Chapter 63: Robbery (2)

When he went in, it was Master Dardanelle.
When it came out, it was Shuigler.
Blonde hair fluttered, and fierce murderous gas condensed in his eyes. Xiu Yi took the sword and stepped down the small building step by step, and several guard corpses crossed the stairs.
In the carriage downstairs, two people came out, Lilith and Iger.
Now Lilith is no longer the noble lady who wears a noble Chinese dress and sighs in pain. Dressed in a warrior costume, she no longer concealed her pair of elf-like long ears, and put on a leather jacket full of flying knives. Behind her was the long emerald bow she used to wear, with an arrow box under her waist, and the arrow body was engraved with a fine spell pattern, shining a strange light.
Iger Ashlin, the old necromancer also changed the image of the once weak old man. He was wearing a wizard cloak, holding an undead bone staff specially made for Xiuyi in his hand. The blackbird looked inconspicuous, but it was made of the most precious materials and had the added effect of undead spell power. The left hand also held a strange skull, a thin and dry old face, a pair of deep concave eye sockets, such as the fire in the night graveyard, flashing green phosphorescence.
The driver of the bus was Buckler. When he took off his coat for camouflage and put on his fiery red cloak, he showed strong muscles. There is nothing else but an epee.
Samurai only needs swords, which is the insistence of every senior warrior.
"It's done?" Buckler asked in a deep voice.
Xiu Yi nodded coldly: "That's not difficult."
Buckler quickly took out the crystal ball: "Reyle, bring all your brothers ready. Once the magic hood is raised, immediately kill the outer gate guards. The Dardanelles have been completely violent in this prison, killing everyone."
"Understood." Over the crystal ball, Rayle Jessa's aggressive face flashed.
"Iger, go to the safe zone on the left, be careful that there are two sixth-level warriors in it." Xiu quickly came.
"The stronger the better," the old undead mage replied.
If the alchemist is the most powerful when prepared, the magician is second.
A mage kills, he is prepared to fight, he can destroy ten times his powerful enemy.
"Lilith, look at the sentry on the other side of the tower, block the passage to this place, be careful, your duty is to drag them on, and wait for Iger to come over to help you, I will send a Blazing Bird to assist you." Xiu continued to order.
Although already explained before the mission was deployed, Xiu Yi solemnly relied on Lilith.
Then he looked at Buckler.
The seventh-level marine warrior jumped into the carriage and said coldly: "Leave me in the trap zone."
Xiu Yi nodded: "Xu, you go to the World of Warcraft."
"Yes father." As the green smoke rose, the little man suddenly appeared, and he answered with a milky voice.
Everyone had left, Xiu Yi returned to the small building.
The reason to kill the warden first is because it is not only the warden's office, but also the control center of the prison.
When he came to the control center of the prison magic hood, Xiu Yi calculated the time silently and pressed the start button firmly.
"boom!"
A huge magical energy hood rose over the entire Spock prison. At the same time, forty-two magical towers heard shocked shouts: "What's going on? What happened? Why did the magic hood rise?"
The main function of the magic hood of Spock Prison is isolation and blocking. It can prevent the attack of external enemies, the strong burst of internal cells, and even block the transmission of magical energy.
Once the magic hood is raised, it will not disappear within a day unless the control hub is closed or the magic on the forty-two magic towers are destroyed. This time is enough to recruit reinforcements at Spock Prison.
However, no one expected that someone would use this facility, which in turn would tightly control the entire Spock prison and would not allow anyone here to escape.
From the moment the action plan was formulated, Xiu Yi had upheld the most brutal principles of combat: all enemies were killed, and one remained.
This is not a robbery, but a slaughter and kill ...
"Ah!" A scream screamed torn the night's tranquility at Spock Prison, and a battle was officially launched.
Safe place.
This is the first place where the battle begins.
When the old undead mage arrived here, the sentinels on duty were still sleeping. They are the next guard on duty and will start their work after midnight.
But this time, they did not need to change posts.
"Endless darkness from ... mask the light ... swear to you with my blood ... give the enemy eternal imprisonment with my resentment!" The old necromancer read this long and strange series with a trembling voice. The spell.
Level 5 undead spell, sorrow in prison.
"O Lord of evil and evil undead, I offer you endless gifts in exchange for your power ..."
Level 4 undead spell, flesh and blood.
"The power of the deceased is eternal, and life and death are transformed between reincarnation ..."
Undead spell 3, undead conversion.
After the old undead wizard had performed three undead spells in succession, the whole person's complexion seemed to have become a little darker, and the sunken eye sockets became more and more fierce, showing a green and fierce light.
Undead spells may be the most powerful of all magic systems. Its characteristics are insidious and weird, it is difficult to prepare for, and it gets stronger and stronger. In the competition of spells of the same level, the power of undead spells is second only to fire spells, water mine branch spells, dark spells, and space spells. However, the undead spell has the characteristics of fast casting speed and low mana consumption. Its biggest disadvantage is that the use of the undead spell will consume people's energy.
This is why the undead mage always makes himself not human, and ghosts do not look like ghosts.
With the chanting of the old mage's spell, the sky in this area became dark and gloomy, as if time and space were instantly changed, and people were taken to a long battlefield at once.
A thick undead breath pervaded the surroundings, and the tide of death was flooding the earth like a tide, completely covering the sentinel residence.
The separation of flesh and blood makes these undead fogs with a strong corrosiveness, which can erode every shrouded life, and the sorrow prison makes people lost in a space like an undead cemetery. Dead life is transformed directly into existence in the form of undead, subject to the command of the caster.
The spells of any system are never in the level, but in the skillful use.
At this moment, the sentinel, which was originally used as a prison reserve attack force, was turned into an available power by the undead spell at the first time.
A tragic wail came from the fog, and people were everywhere. The grief and jail made them lose their vision and could not distinguish the direction at all. The pain caused by the separation of flesh and blood could not be increased, as if falling to the bottom of hell, making a scream of howl.
In the fierce death fog, the two figures suddenly burst into a strong fighting spirit. The vindictive light was so strong that it temporarily dispersed the fog of sorrow.
Burning the fighting spirit, the samurai's unique ability, with a huge sacrifice in exchange for a temporary ability to improve, afterwards the damage to himself is almost permanent and extremely difficult to recover.
With the rising of the fighting spirit, a figure shouted, "I saw him, the undead wizard is there!"
"Kill him!" The other shouted.
The two silhouettes drew two arcs of galloping electricity in the fog, and shot at the old undead wizard.
The moment they rushed out of the sorrow prison, they could clearly see that the flesh and blood of the two samurai warriors had been eroded by poisonous mist, and huge blood bubbles were emerging.
These blood bubbles are beating constantly, bursting with a puff, will explode a large piece of blood and flesh.
One of the samurai's eyes was blown apart, and the whole face seemed to be poured over by people, terrifying.
Another warrior's right hand was eroded to a large piece of flesh and detached, showing sensen bones. But this bone-hand, which was as stubborn as chicken feet, grasped the sword in his hands and refused to relax.
The nerves of the samurai are tough, the strain of the samurai is rapid, and the will of the samurai is strong.
Even in the event of a surprise attack, these prison guard samurai still reacted right away and spared all their power to fight back the enemy, even if they knew that they could not survive tomorrow after they had hit this sinister method. They We still have to do our best to destroy the enemy.
That is the first rule that every samurai receives when they are trained: tenacity is the foundation of the samurai, and at any time, even at the last moment, never give up.
Iger sighed helplessly as two sixth-level samurai rushed towards him aggressively.
If the warrior reprinted 16b> 13 Kannet / b> m and absolute fighting spirit to ignite life and destroy warfare with his powerful physical fitness book, then the undead wizard is a good man hiding in the dark to attack the enemy.
In the case of similar levels, no one can win against the undead wizard's conspiracy, especially the sixth-level warrior is no better than the fifth-level mage.
Iger hugged the sky with both hands, holding his bone stick high:
"The gift of the Lord of Death gives me the power to destroy beings ..."
With the thought of the spell, a huge sickle appeared in the void. It is strange that the handle of the sickle still holds a large bone-like hand that seems to be shrouded in aura of air.
Level 5 undead spell, Death's Scythe.
Iger's left hand slightly stroked a semicircle, and the death sickle with a strong sense of death actually cut a space crack in the air.
The two warriors in the onslaught were forced to dodge to the sides, but how could the sickle, which can even be cut off by space, let them easily get around.
With the running of Iger's gesture, the sickle also draws a semicircle in the air, and two savvy arc-knife lights hit the two warriors quickly.
The blade of light passed through their chests, and a large hole was made in their chests.
Surprisingly, there was no blood flowing out of the wounded samurai.
Blood was lost directly in the chaos of time and space.
After a blood-red light glowed from the void of the giant sickle in the air, it gradually disappeared, leaving only two samurai looking at the hole in his chest.
Their bodies still exist, but life has been harvested by the giant sickle.
Masses of flesh peeled from the body, and life disappeared.
Just a few minutes later, the two samurai who rushed out of the sad prison had only one skeleton skeleton, but they still had swords in their hands.
The old necromancer sighed slightly, walked slowly, and clicked on each of the two skulls, chanting softly:
"In the name of the Lord of the Undead, I will grant you immortal power."
Two points flickered past, and with the implantation of the power of the undead, the blue flames flashed in the eye sockets of the two skeletons.
They knelt down to Iger. !! ~!