Chapter 220 Hughes the Dead

"Bang" Vimishu hit a dead soul who was once an adventurer. The dead body was well preserved, and the flesh and blood were completely frozen, and there was no trace of rot. With the protection of the **, even the soul fire became more vigorous.

"Why is it that the more you go in, there are more and more undeads in humans, and they are all high-deads. The combat awareness is much higher than that of monsters. It's so tired." Vimishu gasped and stabbed the sword into the opponent's eye socket. The adventurer's undead struggled for a while, and the soul fire gradually dissipated and stopped moving.

Ryan shot through the undead assassin who wanted to sneak attack Vimesh and stood beside him. "This means we are about to reach our destination. There are many adventurers coming to Jibing Ocean to hunt treasures every year, but there has never been a news of Jibing Ocean having undead. It seems that they have been left behind. Those who dare to come to Jibing Ocean naturally have their own strength."

"Be careful, I suddenly have a very bad premonition." The voice of the cold wind suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

The people who were originally a little relaxed immediately became very energetic, but the cold wind's crow's mouth did not make any mistakes.

"How did the undeads such as Hanfeng form? This number is a bit too much, and it seems to be consciously blocking us from moving forward." Sheila stared coldly at the endless wave of undeads.

Han Feng sat on the ground, controlling the ice maze's continuous formation change, without opening his eyes. "Someone is commanding behind him."

"If we can command so many undeads, let's fuck you. Let's go back. Who can beat this undead sea tactic? No matter how strong it is, it will be submerged." Ryan, who was recovering his magic, immediately jumped up when he heard this.

Han Feng shook his head. "It's not like that. The initial undead did not disperse after death because of his powerful resentment. It gathered on the corpse. It was naturally formed over time, or was discovered by the necromancer to be reincarnated as the undead. Only the naturally formed undead and the undead transformed by the necromancer are the most terrifying. The other undead are all undead infected by the corpse poison. There is only instinct to make people with the aura of living beings become like them."

"I'll go and I want to change my job. So many people die every day on the continent. If I transform more powerful corpses, I'm invincible." When Ryan heard that he had such an invincible profession, he was immediately moved.

Han Feng smiled bitterly, continued to shake his head, and sighed that Ryan was still brainless sometimes. "It's not as simple as he thought. First: transforming a corpse requires a large number of rare props, and the stronger the corpse is, the more things it needs, and there is a chance of transforming a corpse, and it is not possible to succeed every time. The mental power of the necromancer also limits them to control a few undeads. Second: Because of the long-term dealing with the dead, the yin energy in the body is too heavy, the balance of the body is damaged, and it is extremely fragile. The stronger the corpse is, the worse the body is. Once you are approached, even the primary warrior can easily kill him."

"Then let's find the undead mage and get rid of it, and it's all over?" Ryan immediately understood the shortcomings of the undead mage. He could not show up, that is, he could not see people. What's the point? He immediately gave up his plan to serve as the undead mage and had another bad idea.

Han Feng glanced at Ryan. If it were so simple that he could eliminate the undead mage, this mysterious profession would have been eliminated long ago. "Not bad, but will you still expose your position when you know your weaknesses?"

"Uh...this is also..."

The moonlight tonight was very cold, with a little desolation. The dead were constantly relieved by the attacks of everyone, and they no longer had to be locked by their bodies, but more dead were still surging up one after another.

Not long after Han Feng finished speaking, three black shadows appeared silently on an iceberg not far away, silently staring at the prairie fire. One of them flashed and disappeared. A figure pulled out a long bow and slowly aimed at the other figure and watched coldly with a giant sword.

Talia, who was constantly releasing the flame technique to the low-level and intermediate undead spirits, did not notice a black shadow gently stepping on the remains and body of the other undead spirits slowly approaching. Since it did not directly touch the ice surface, even Han Feng could not find his trace. In a blink of an eye, the black shadow had entered the three meters of Talia's range. The black shadow accelerated suddenly, and a dagger with a cold light shining did not bring a slight sound of wind to stab Talia's back neck.

"Ding" a dull dagger in the void blocked the black shadow's dagger. The silk has been guarding the main firepower man around Talia's body to protect the prairie fire. Talia's combat awareness is also very high. He turned around and threw it out with a flash technique. A large piece of light followed closely and retreated quickly to the depths of the maze.

The black shadow was also amazing, as if it was not affected by the flash technique at all. The body had several right-angle twists close to 90 degrees, easily avoiding the dagger and Talia's light flames, and continued to rush towards Talia. The speed was far beyond Talia's speed. It appeared behind Talia in a few breaths, ready to launch another attack.

An ice wall suddenly appeared in front of the black shadow. The black shadow almost had a right-angle turn against the ice wall, chasing Talia tightly behind it, which was quite like not to give up until it hit Talia.

Faced with the strange body movement of the black shadow, Han Feng was also helpless. The position of the maze began to change rapidly, and countless ice walls moved rapidly between Talia and the black shadow. In a moment, Talia disappeared from the black shadow's sight, and the black shadow suddenly stopped. It was not that he didn't want to move, but that when he was chasing Talia, he stepped onto the ice surface and was caught by the sudden outstretched ice tentacles, and his legs were trapped in place.

Only then did everyone see the black shadow clearly. The pale skin was not bloody, and there was no pupil in his eyes, but the whites of his eyes were wide open. One hand was holding a strange dagger tightly in his hand, while the other hand was the arm of some kind of monster. The five sharp claws made people shudder. Countless blood marks were covered on his exposed skin. This was a dead soul that had lost his life for a long time, a word of the undead spirit of the transformed assassin.

"The most terrifying undead appeared. The undead mage is nearby. Wen is responsible for finding the undead mage. Be careful and find the seat. Be careful. All of these undead were very strong in their lifetime. After death, they were refined by the undead mage through special techniques. Both combat consciousness, fighting spirit and magic were perfectly preserved. Due to the loss of life and emotions, it is even more difficult than before." Han Feng frowned tightly, not expecting that these legendary undead spirits really existed. Han Feng was about to start a move to freeze the undead assassinator completely in the ice.

"Swish" a sharp arrow shot towards the undead assassin who was trapped in the place with the sound of the whistling wind. The arrow branch accurately hit the ice tentacles under the assassin's feet. The "bang" exploded, stirring up countless ice chips and blocked the figure of the undead assassin.

Han Feng frowned, and a large number of ice dragons rose from the ground and rushed towards the undead assassinator. Unfortunately, the ice dragon only returned without success. With the speed and body skills of the undead assassinator, it would be difficult to catch him just by relying on the ice dragon.

Vimeshu suddenly rushed out of the ice wall that opened on the side, and the shield knocked the figure of the undead assassin to the ground. The cold wind's ice dragon followed closely and locked the undead assassin in place.

"Be beautiful and careful." Ryan just praised him when he was shocked by another shadow that was extremely fast.

I saw a black shadow dragging a afterimage under the moonlight, jumping like a clever monkey at an unimaginable speed, jumping towards Vimesh, and a heavy sword with two hands descended from the sky and hit Vimesh's head. Even if Vimesh really had an immortal body, the attack was firm and his head was gone. Then Vimesh would no longer be a fallen knight but a headless knight in the future.

Ryan wanted to support, but found that he could not lock in the shadow's figure. Feeling the huge sense of crisis falling from the sky behind him, Vimesh's reaction also reached the fastest time in history. He turned around, squatted down, and raised his shield.

With a loud "bang", Vimesh was smashed into the ice. To be precise, the ice on the ground automatically opened a passage and swallowed Vimesh into it. The passage under the ice was filled with cold water, greatly alleviating the impact of the heavy swords with both hands.

The undead holding a heavy sword was obviously a warrior during his lifetime. The muscles of his arms were raised high, and blue veins appeared, full of explosive power. The warrior's facial features were extremely firm. He had no doubt that he must have been a meaningless pioneer during his lifetime. Unfortunately, he is just a puppet in the hands of others now. The warrior's legs seemed to have been transformed, with a clear scar between his lower body and waist, and the muscle lines of the lower body were completely disproportionate to the upper body.

The undead warrior jumped high again, and the heavy sword in his hand flashed with fiery red light. With the help of the falling force, he hit hard on the solid ice wrapped by the undead assassin. Countless ice cubes splashed out. After a moment, two figures rushed out of the ice chips and disappeared in the distance.

A figure holding a long bow quietly carried the moonlight and aimed at the fire of the prairie. The fire of the prairie looked at the figure of the ranger in the moonlight. They were all stunned, and an incredible divine color gradually appeared in their eyes. The figure was so familiar.

"Ah" Ryan rushed out like crazy, rushing towards the figure on the iceberg.

Several ice dragons appeared again, locking Ryan in place. The figure on the iceberg only stayed for a while before disappearing.

"Huces" Ryan's tears kept pouring down from his eyes, and the helpless shouts echoed throughout the extreme ice ocean for a long time. The figure was Hughes, who had been missing for more than two years. Even if he couldn't see his face clearly with the moonlight on his back, even if the longbow in his hand was no longer the longbow he had, even if everyone else admitted his mistake, Ryan would not admit it.

Chapter 220 Hughes the Dead
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