Chapter 221 The Strength of the Fallen Knight

The cold wind kept raging on the extreme ice ocean, and it was not only the body but also the heart that was cold.

In a huge palace deep in the extreme ice ocean, an old man holding a skeleton scepter and wearing various gem rings on his hands sat upright on the throne that once belonged to Glaux. The hands with only skin and bones were left gently brushed across Hughes's face, and the expression was like looking at his own relatives, but with the flat and twisted facial features it was really disgusting.

"Hehehe, it turns out that your name is Hughes. Just know each other. It seems that the relationship is quite deep. Unfortunately, I don't know soul magic, otherwise I really want to know what your relationship is. Only in this way can I have fun. It will feel good to die in the hands of my own people. Do you think so? Hehehe..." The old man turned his head and asked the nine people who were kneeling in front of him, but no one answered him, and only the cold wind kept blowing in from outside the hall.

Talia walked out of the igloo with a sad face, and everyone surrounded him. When Han Feng saw Talia's expression, he had a bad premonition. "How is it? He is not better."

"I fainted, maybe I couldn't stand the blow of Hughes becoming a dead soul, and I was mentally injured. I shouldn't wake up for a while." Talia sighed, with a complicated expression. Not to mention that Ryan could not stand the blow, if it were her, if her master was turned into a dead soul, she would definitely not be able to stand the blow.

Han Feng sighed and was silent for a while. "Let him have a good rest. Everyone should pay attention to defense during the next time. Advanced undeads can move freely during the day. Moreover, the previous one was just a tentative attack. The undead mage who can turn the creatures in the entire extreme ice ocean into undeads cannot have only three undeads used for combat."

"Do you think that is really Hughes? Will it just look like..." Although Arnold also recognized the figure as Hughes, he still was unwilling to admit it from the bottom of his heart.

Han Feng showed a reluctant smile. "Maybe..."

No more words, he walked into the igloo alone and looked at Ryan who was unconscious, and sighed again. Growing up with Ryan, Ryan was very clear about his coldness and valued feelings. This is Ryan's biggest fatal weakness. Although Ryan usually looks noisy and doesn't care about anything, Ryan has a fragile heart.

Both parents died since childhood and were helpless, which was why Ryan was more eager to get people's care. After meeting Hughes, Ryan actually subconsciously regarded Hughes as his father. Maybe even Ryan didn't notice that Ryan was constantly imitating Hughes, just trying to make Hughes closer.

Although Ryan always clamored to change his master, he had many opportunities to change his master, but he never changed his position as Master Hughes. Even when Mr. Mu was practicing, Ryan often went back to see Hughes.

However, since he returned from the temple last time, Ryan learned that Hughes had disappeared during a mission to take the small town of winter. In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that for mercenaries and adventurers, disappearance was equivalent to death, but no one pointed it out, so that there was hope in his heart became a sustenance. However, the appearance of Hughes's undead completely smashed Ryan's heart.

"Uncle Hughes would have felt guilty if he knew what you are now. Ryan, what you should do now is to help Uncle Hughes avenge, instead of lying here. Alas..." A voice full of sadness came from the igloo.

That night, night fell again. This time, six figures appeared on the iceberg. In addition to the previous undead assassination, undead warrior and Hughes, the other three figures also had their own characteristics. One of them was wearing a fiery red silk wizard robe, and a staff inlaid with a level nine fire magic core in his hand. However, he held a transparent crystal ball in his hand. The mage undead was the only one among the six who had not been modified.

The metal armor wrapped a man as strongly as a hill. He held a warhammer and a tower shield in his hand. Two shallow pits appeared faintly where he stood, which was enough to show how heavy his equipment was.

The last person was a child, with a very pretty face and big eyes. Unfortunately, he had no pupils, but instead looked a little scary. He could not tell that he had any ability, no special armor, nor any weapons, but only had an ancient ring in his hand. Ten fingers seemed to have been replaced by other creatures' fingers, and it was impossible to tell that they were human hands at all.

A chuckle came from the void. The six undead, except for the mage undead and Hughes, all four undead took a step and walked towards the prairie fire.

Han Feng, who was sitting in the Ice Maze, suddenly opened his eyes, looked solemn, and said softly. "Here you come."

Although the mage stood there, he kept chanting spells. After a moment, a red cloud appeared above the Ice Maze. Even if he was on the ground, he could feel the burning heat coming from it.

"Meteor Fire Rain" the mage chanted in a voice that only he could hear. Huge rocks were constantly exposed in the fire clouds, and each rock was filled with burning flames.

The cold wind took corresponding measures as early as the fire clouds appeared. First, a huge semicircular water curtain appeared above the entire ice maze under the control of Amumu. In a flash, the cold wind was frozen into an ice curtain. The water flow was still stacking, and the ice curtain was constantly thickening. By the time the burning rocks fell, the ice curtain was already five or six meters thick.

"Ping Ping Ping Ping" kept coming out of everyone's heads with crisp sounds. Fortunately, the ice curtain was semicircular, and the rocks quickly slid from the ice curtain into the tide of the undead, causing a large amount of losses to the undead.

Everyone just glanced at the impact on their heads indifferently, and ignored it, strode towards the four undead rushing towards them. Everyone was relieved of Han Feng.

The fastest-handed heavy swordsman Sheila's undead warrior, the fastest-handed heavy sword, crossed his swords and used the force to remove the huge force from the heavy swords. Even though most of the power was removed, Sheila still felt her hands numb. The undead assassination took advantage of the gap between Sheila's resistance to the undead warrior, and swung the dagger toward Sheila's neck. Sheila just glanced at him and turned her eyes away.

"Ding" the dagger in the void clamped the dagger of the undead assassinator again. One foot suddenly appeared from the air, kicking the undead assassinator's belly, kicking him away. The man's dagger followed closely, and the two pulled the battlefield apart and kept a distance from Sheila to prevent the undead from cooperating with each other.

Vimeshe and Arnold rushed out at the same time. Arnold cast a flame storm halfway through. The fire-armored rhino stared at the unicorn and rushed towards the child who seemed to be harmless. However, the child seemed to have no idea and still walked slowly towards Arnold.

Vimesh naturally collided with the armored undead knight. The undead knight felt Vimesh's fighting spirit from a distance, erecting a shield and raising a hammer, ready to meet Vimesh's impact. When Vimesh saw this posture, he immediately smiled disdainfully, raised his shield and thrust his sword. He shouted.

"Death Charge to Death Shield Strike" I saw a black shadow flashing on the dark shield of Vimesh. A figure of a person seemed to appear behind Vimesh. The breath of death wrapped Vimesh and hurriedly hit the tower shield of the knight's undead.

"Bang" the huge metal communication sound kept echoing. The Dead Knight was hit by the attack of Vimesh and took a step back. Two gullies on the ground left on the ground, stopping the retreating trend. The undead around him were shaken away by the shock wave of the blow, and fell to the ground. All the soul fires in the eyes were shaken away. The souls in the Dead Knight's eyes also trembled violently, appearing much dimmed, but did not dissipate.

A strange color flashed in Vimesh's eyes. The power of the undead knight to withstand the charge was as expected, but he did not expect that after using the power of the god of death, he could not shake off his soul fire. This made Vimesh's idea of ​​quickly resolving the battle and supporting others was immediately shattered.

A sudden scream came from the void in the distance, followed by a arrogant laugh. "The God of Death's Death Feast is actually the selected Fallen Knight. It seems that my Undead Knight is going to be replaced. Hahaha, I think about it, how should I kill him?"

Although the soul fire of the undead knight became weak, it was still fierce. The high-rise war hammer hit Vimesh's head with a mortar light. There were many places on the sledgehammer with a dark red blood clot that had already solidified. It seemed that many people had fallen under the sledgehammer.

"Breaking the violent force with rage cut for me." Vimesh looked at the warhammer with contempt. The muscles in his right arm instantly raised high, becoming thicker than the thighs of the undead knight. The gray long sword burst out with a bloodthirsty light and slashed towards the arm holding the hammer.

After a harsh metal friction sound of "Kaz", the Undead Knight looked at his arm that had lost his forelimbs in confusion. It seemed that he had never encountered such a situation before. He immediately stood there. In a daze, Vimeshu had already stabbed the sword into his helmet. The red light of the sword flashed, and the soul fire of the Undead Knight was shaken and fell down weakly.

"A knight must not only know how to defend, but also know that the strongest defense of charge is attack. You are not my opponent. Maybe you were a powerful defensive knight in your lifetime, but after death you are just a puppet who has lost the faith of the knight. I hope you can regain your faith in the next life." Vimesh looked at the fallen undead knight, made a pulling force among the knights, turned around and strode away.

The voice in the void looked at the fallen uneasy without a trace of anger, but instead laughed happily. "Hahaha, it's the artifact of the god of death again. What is this time? The god of death's knife? It seems that the god of death values ​​him very much? Should I take action?"

Chapter 221 The Strength of the Fallen Knight
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