Chapter 156: Flame in the mist

The first zombie broke into the golden light shield and was immediately cut into sections by the soldiers. The dried bloodless body was scattered on the ground regularly, but the crippled half body of the zombie was still twisting.
Looking at this strange scene, many soldiers retreated in horror. This fear of death is the most primitive emotion of a creature. In the face of this immortal existence, these soldiers who are accustomed to "mortal" are timid.
Upon seeing this situation, Morin immediately lit the flame in his hand, and just flicked it, that is, a burst of flame hit the crippled and creeping body.
There was no howling, and the corpse, which had turned into flames, turned to ashes after continuing to climb a distance.
"Don't be afraid, they are dead and pose no threat to us." Morin shouted loudly to encourage the soldiers.
The soldiers looked at Mo Lin and thought to themselves: What we are afraid of is that they are dead but still able to move. Why don’t you open the pot?
If Morin knew what the soldiers thought at this time, it would be a cry. However, he didn't have much time to manage this, because the first zombie that broke in was just a prelude. As he penetrated, the zombies flooded up like a tide.
The shaman's golden shield can only resist the "ghost fog" in the form of mist, but it has no blocking effect on these "living dead".
Under the cover of the mist, the dead corpses couldn't tell how many they were, but when three or two zombies broke into the shield, almost instantaneously, countless zombies came slowly.
Under the cover of the mist, this huge number of zombies was like a teleport, and at first it was able to support the soldiers for a while. At this time, he was a little flustered.
"Hold your feet, don't panic!" Wald shouted, "Protect and protect the shaman!"
The order was ordered, and the soldiers of the Gadra tribe were also well executed, but the enemies at the moment were far from what they could resist.
Anyone who is dead and able to get up again is probably better than a living person, otherwise we need not be afraid of ghosts.
Those zombies were nothing more than ordinary soldiers before they died, and they became skinny and slow after their death. They screamed like babies, stumbling more like old men, and Gadra's soldiers could easily split them in half with the weapons in their hands.
It's just that these seemingly weak shameless guys have a unique and terrifying ability, that is: not die!
Gadra's soldiers shattered many zombies in a roar, but unfortunately, they could not completely destroy those zombies.
The broken zombies began to crawl on the ground, and there were new layers of zombies on top of them. Soon, the soldiers were unable to resist.
After a while, there was a cry of cry from the soldiers. It turned out that a crawling zombie bite the soldier's leg bend.
Although Gadra's soldiers are well protected, they are all wearing armor and plate armor. However, their protection is not full body, and there is no armor at the flexion of the joint movement, and the zombie just bit here.
Juicy muscles and warm blood flowed into the zombie's mouth, which made him very excited and gnawed more anxiously and eagerly.
After a while, the soldier fell to the ground, so he was overwhelmed by a group of zombies.
Splashing blood, broken organs, bleeding teeth, flying hands and the desperate, painful screams staged a hell-like scene on earth.
At first, this kind of thing was just a little bit, and then it flooded into pieces, and many soldiers died in the devour of zombies. This is not the most serious situation. In such a severe situation, the soldiers cannot protect themselves, let alone protect those shamans.
Finally, as some shamans were devoured by zombies, that golden shield also broke in one place.
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As the zombies poured in, the mist behind them flooded into Gadra's troops like a flood of floodwaters.
The wailing, mist-like souls were sucked out by the "ghost mist", and a dry corpse fell to the ground, then shook up, and greedily opened the rotten corpse mouth to his former robe.
Morin looked at the gradually collapsing Gardella Front, and there was fear in his heart. Moline might not be afraid of death, but this kind of death method that turned into a walking dead after death made him difficult to accept.
Wald once again cast "War Blade Storm", the whirlwind of the sharp blade was frantically blown up, and Morin could hear at the core of that storm, Wald let out a heartbreaking roar.
In the face of the death of his own people, he should be very distressed, but the chieftain is even more grieved: according to the current situation, all of them must die tragically in the mist. Too.
Without a retreat, the wall behind them could not resist the pervasive mist. Once the shaman's golden shield is broken, it means that after the shield is announced, everyone will die.
The souls of the Gadra warriors were swallowed by the mist, and zombies climbed from the ground. Unstoppable death forced these orcs completely into the dead end.
Some soldiers' eyes became dull, letting mad zombies swallow themselves up, some soldiers pierced their bodies with weapons in the mist when they arrived, and some soldiers became crazy, whether it was zombies or The comrades around me are all cut off!
In the face of irresistible death, despair, fear and madness first destroyed these steel warriors. However, this cannot be blamed. Who can defeat the invisible death and rescue them?
Morin kept retreating, and the soldiers next to him fell one by one. He felt a pain in his heart and his eyes became blurred. These fighters should fight the battlefield heroically, not such a death method.
"Can't I do anything?" Morin struggled inwardly, "I finally broke through the third level of the artifact, I absorbed so many sources of flame, and so many pure fire elements, the violent power Almost broke me, do I have this strength in the end?"
Morin stared reluctantly at the mist that was moving forward. He immersed his consciousness in the abdomen with some anger.
In the magic swirl of the abdomen, the red luminous cluster, which was originally as large as the cyan luminous cluster, is now shining brightly. Its shape is nine times larger than before, and it is like a substance.
Morin could feel that the red light mass was like the sun in the sky, and seemed to provide endless light and heat for the growth of all things. Morin immersed his consciousness, that is, his spiritual power in the red light group, with the trait of the spiritual harmony of the artifact. Even if his spiritual power is not strong enough, he can easily communicate and mobilize the silent Strength.
"It made me suffer so much," Morin yelled. "This is the time for you to give me back!"
With this roar, Morin immediately felt a huge force of flame seeping out of his abdomen. He clenched his right fist, no longer backing, but closed his eyes, and the mist gradually drowned him.
Morin could hear the endless rustling of the surroundings, the horrible screams, he could feel an invisible attraction to things out of him.
However, Morin’s soul is extremely tough, and it seems to be firmly locked in the position of the artifact; in addition, Morin’s body is bursting with the power of flames, which makes his body all Become red.
Mo Lin opened his eyes violently, and the red awn of flames exploded in his pupils: "Erupt, my primal fire!"
With such a cold drink, Mo Lin squeezed his right fist hard, and the surging flame immediately exploded around him, and the violent flame quickly rushed to the surroundings, and the "ghost fog" that touched the flame instantly melted away. Exhausted, as if thin ice encountered flames.
In the mist, Molin's position was initially a burst of fire, and then the fire pillar continued to expand until it was like a sea of ​​flames.
The desperate and even crazy Gadra soldiers saw the flames that had no choice but to burn themselves up. Not only did they not have fear and hate, but they were full of gratitude and regained hope.
Would rather die from the flames than lose my soul, and would rather turn into a brilliant flame than become a slave to death!
The moment the moth puts out the fire may be ignorance and stupidity, but it is also a sad song to bravely welcome the light and hope!