Chapter 31: : Dead Air Missile

Magic tents are first-order alchemy items. They have little protection except when they are folded very small.
Chucheng meditation for four hours, already in the limit state, he withdrew from the meditation, the sky had not yet lighted up, he took out food and water, added physical strength, he collected the magic tent and continued to move north.
Refining a skull warhorse, of course, will be much faster, but it can't be done like this.
He even avoided the identity of his Necromancer. After all, the creatures of the Underworld caused a big disaster, and it is normal for Necromancer to be implicated. You said you do n’t believe in the of darkness? You go back to the referee with me and say this again!
Walked like this for three days, and a small oasis appeared in front.
However, there are no living people on the oasis. The tribes are dead and killed by the underworld creatures. Chucheng hurriedly inspected the battle site. The fiercest resistance was caused by the priest of this tribe.
A stone-built house was destroyed, and the bodies of dozens of underworld creatures were burned to ashes.
The priest's head was cut off, rolled far away, and his eyes widened.
Most tribes in the desert, who believe in the tyrant of fire, this priest may only have three ranks, but the attack power is fierce, killing many underworld creatures. However, the priest's combat ability was rough and he was beheaded.
Chucheng looked for it, and the only thing valuable to the priest was a wooden staff.
What made Chu Cheng depressed was that all the pack animals in the tribe were dead, and even a camel could not be found. He had to walk away on two legs.
Chucheng simply released the wings of ashes and ran wildly in the desert. When you are tired, meditate and restore your magic. After running for five days in this way, when he was about to go off the line, he was considered to be out of the desert.
Turned over two ridges and found a lonely place, Chucheng was waiting to go offline.
Landing for the third time, this is the end.
Back to the landing interface, Chu Cheng immediately set the death landing location. After the novice period, there will be no resurrection at the place of arrival, Chu Cheng chose random.
Random means landing within a hundred miles of your death.
Chucheng also has no choice, other ways of landing are not suitable for him as a necromancer. Chu Xiang ran out of the palace of the deceased and said with joy: "Finally home!"
"Well, go home." Chu Cheng smiled, no matter what, he and Chu Xiang finally had a beginning and a place to stay.
The safe house was safe until Gaia Che and Galactic Universe were completely merged.
"Brother, you don't have to worry."
"Huh, huh?" Chu Cheng looked back suddenly, looked at his sister, said in surprise: "You can talk!"
Before the two people communicated with each other, now Chu Xiang made a sound from his throat, it was sonic vibration.
"I was just learning." Chu Xiang's teeth clicked and his eyes fluttered, but Chu Cheng felt particularly cute. Sure enough, being a necromancer, the aesthetic changed.
"Actually, if you don't go down, the seal will be released, and Li Ya's death is not your business."
"Chu Xiang, if we do n’t go in, the seal will have to wait at least a few months before it is broken. At that time, the Temple of Dawn has been evacuated, and at most there will be a stronghold in the desert. There may be a low-level priest . It ’s not the same thing now that the regional bishop is dead. "
"The big deal is not to go to the mainland of the gods, shall we go to Shenzhou?"
"Before I was reborn, I spent most of my time in the Gods Continent, and I went to Shenzhou because of war. Many places on the Gods Continent have opportunities for us, Shenzhou ... that is where the privileged class can live well."
"Luo Yan didn't say ..."
"Have you heard?"
"Yeah, why not go to China with her? Isn't it good to be a privileged class?"
"It's not bad, but the cost is as great as the risk. Never mind this, how are you?"
"Brother, can't you see my attributes?"
"I like to listen to you."
"Click, click ..."
The time for the two people to communicate is not long. Chu Xiang is now at level 1 and the first-order 4D panel is full. However, on a recent day, the experience value she gained from the divine soul fire has begun to decrease, and the experience value required for subsequent upgrades is constantly increasing.
Chucheng and she conducted actual combat exercises, Chu Xiang's experience value immediately began to grow rapidly.
The experience gained by Chucheng is pitiful, but the skill proficiency increases well. After several hours of practice, Chu Xiang returned to the Palace of the Dead to repair his wounds, and Chu Cheng performed daily meditation. He insisted on meditation for four hours a day, and in the second order, he could get two red life crystals and six white life crystals every day.
The actual combat drills of the two people are just as desperate as they are, with serious physical damage and equipment damage.
Both brothers and sisters have a strong force, anyway, Chu Xiang will not be killed, she will not die if Chu Cheng does not die. Chucheng has the body protection skills of the black turtle box, which can be exempted when it suffers fatal damage and becomes a fake death state. It is impossible for other people's family to practice against each other like they are, and they are terrible.
On the third day, Chu Xiang ’s level has reached the first level of level 9, and the level 10 requires 460,000 experience points, no matter how hard it is.
"I'm going to rest." Chu Xiang was lying on a rocking chair, shaking it one at a time. The rocking chair is under a large window with bamboo curtains hanging, light and shadow interlaced. The bone wings behind her became very soft and wrapped around her like a white blanket. The window is fake and cannot be opened, but Chu Cheng used the soul refining technique to decorate the entire login interface, making it like a home.
In the future, you can keep a illusion behind the bamboo curtain, and even wind will blow in, so that's fine.
Seeing that the landing time was coming, Chu Cheng stood in front of the mirror of the closet and sorted out his mage robe.
"Brother, come back with some flower seeds next time."
"Okay."
"Can I have a cat?"
"You can raise dragons."
"Then forget it." Chu Xiang looked at everything on the login interface reluctantly. This is a safe house. She and her brother are in Gaia's home. But people can't stay at home all the time and come out desperately.
"Let's go."
"Ah." Chu Xiang himself returned to the palace of the dead. Chu Cheng looked at the surrounding walls and began to become translucent. Those eyes with blurred eyes seemed to have stopped paying attention to themselves.
The landing site is still the mountain depression.
Only when you re-login after death, it will randomly come, so if you log off normally, you must choose the location carefully.
However, in such a remote location, you can see that there is a battle not far away as soon as you go online. A Liuya flew head-on, and Chucheng was motionless, and Liuya flew past him more than three meters away. Chu Cheng glanced at it, and he didn't release the flesh and blood demon eyes. More than a dozen adventurers are besieging a underworld creature. The underworld creature is more than three meters tall and looks like a mastiff.
Mastiff is a second-order creature with a fierce light in its four eyes and is roaring.
When it roared, Mars and black smoke erupted from its mouth and nose, and the soldier who held the shield in front of it could only retreat.
Chucheng was very surprised. There were a total of 14 adventurers, turned out to be a mixed team of indigenous and galaxy adventurers. There are nine indigenous adventurers in Gaia, which are fairly well-equipped. However, there was no caster in the whole team, and four people were shooting with bows and arrows in the distance.
Chu Cheng suddenly found that he is now very strong in combat. If he is facing the Underworld Mastiff, a dead bomb, he can be seriously injured.
The magic of the Dead Air Missile, if cast by the Necromancer itself, has a heavy load on the body itself, and the cooling time is relatively long. On the equipment, as equipment skills, it consumes the durability of the equipment.
The skill on the ash of the Sword Sword has a cooldown of only 3 seconds.
Chucheng has done experiments. If you release a dead missile in 3 seconds and release 5 times of magic, you will lose 1 point of durability. As a stick sword, melee wear is also considered, and 200 durability is barely enough. But if you make adjustments by yourself, if you release a dead missile in 6 seconds, you will lose 10 points of durability after releasing 10 times of magic.
Of course, the longer the interval, the smaller the loss. If you only put it once a day, you can hardly consider consumption. This is an ashes attribute, not all equipment is available. ~ Www.EbookFREE.me ~ Of the fourteen adventurers, five are players and are already second-order. Nine indigenous adventurers, there are six first-order, two second-order, one third-order.
In Gaia, the first order is the majority, and the second order is indeed elite.
Chu city appeared, those native adventurers were very nervous, and the five players were very excited.
"This friend, help!" The Shield Warrior shouted loudly. His deputy shield was a little bit durable, and he didn't want to bear it again.
"No, it's the same as robbing monsters." Chu Cheng replied.
The only player holding a bow and arrow looked at Chucheng from afar. Chucheng was dressed as a mage, and he also held a staff. He said to Chucheng loudly, "Please also give it a shot. Everyone has a lot of equipment that is durable. "
There are only three feather arrows left in his hand. It is not reluctant to solve this underworld mastiff.
As long as a three-shot crit, you can kill the mastiff, but it is difficult to obtain arrow supplies. He is the core of the team. This is not a game, the arrows can fly back by themselves. Or thousands of feather arrows in a quill.
Chucheng nodded and walked forward.
The mastiff dashed towards the warrior. The warrior had no choice but to block the giant shield. The fierce collision sound was deafening. A finger of Chucheng's stick sword, a small round ball of colorful glaze, between electro-optical flints, shot behind the head of the underworld mastiff dog. The kung fu with its head bowed was successfully attacked by Chu Cheng.
The small ball was the size of a finger, hitting the head of the mastiff, the color of the glass shattered, and a black light rushed into the head of the mastiff.
The color of the crushed glass became a violent explosion, and the mastiff was flew out, twitching on the ground, and it was about to die. All adventurers look sideways, so powerful mages!