Black Bear "almost took out the greatest strength and determination ever to earn his chill, he instinctively wanted to raise his arms flat and aim at the target - that strange woman - to pull the trigger to confirm that this was just a phantom. ()

Bullets roared through Valkyrie's body and stirred up bunches of broken ice in the crystal jungle - Odin's daughter was confused - she had never seen such a weapon, but this did not mean she did not understand that she was attacked - accompanied by a sharp roar of anger, spear drifted across half the cave like lightning; the mercenary leader had already squatted down the moment he fired the gun and threw a small bomb into the air - the bomb exploded in the air and emitted dense sparks. The entire cave shook the countless crystals, like solid raindrops, followed by the thunderous roar. The spear that was originally straight forward had a slight pause and then continued to dive down firmly to complete its mission.

But this pause was enough for the mercenary leader to jump off the crystal column where he had lived without any effort—Valkyrie's spear pierced into the place where he stood half a second ago like a toothpick pierced into the jelly—if he was still in the same place, he would probably have put the same pose as the unfortunate person who was sentenced to the point of the medieval stake, but the spear was exposed from his mouth not the tip but the tail.

However, this does not mean that the "black bear" can fall from high altitude without any injury. The impact force of the fall from high altitude makes the crystals as hideous as a single-edged dagger with a zigzag back of the knife. They pierce, cut, cut his arms and thighs. The hot blood rolls on the crystals that cannot be adhered to, rolls down the gaps... The "black bear" who escaped from the most expensive thorns in the world with difficulty had no time to regret or think too much, he only had time to protect his head and face. Even the pistol had already been thrown into a gap. If he had not been wearing a soft body armor with ceramic sheets and high-performance fiber fabric as the inner layer, he would have been penetrated into those huge gem-level crystals.

He took a deep breath and grabbed a protruding crystal pillar and stood up, while the other hand covered in the shadow grabbed the second explosive - the "Black Bear" had escaped from the sickle that was roaring from the god of death countless times - but this time, he might not be able to do so. Before that, he would also drag his enemies to hell to hell with Sardinia. The crown prince Diag and... the bullshit thing that I don't know what it was!

But he was immediately pushed back by the sudden huge force - Old Diag shot with a wonderful degree and the arm holding the extremely dangerous thing was torn apart by the roar of the pistol. However, the mercenary's leader still stubbornly insisted on standing and raising his other hand smugly. Old Diag saw the tiny safety plug between his fingers... A gorgeous and soft arc-shaped light raised from above the waist of the "Black Bear" now that the round metal object was cut open before.

The strong and strong upper body of the "Black Bear" flew up and hit the steaming blood and internal organs of Old Diag were thrown everywhere; and when he fell into the boiling water rich in minerals, the milky white liquid had become a cute tender pink. A strange and long miserable howl. The protruding eyes and the almost torn mouth were overflowing from his throat. The protruding eyes and the almost torn mouth reminded Old Diag of the cruel dishes he had tried on the ancient islands of the East Continent. People there were fonds to strip all the edible and uneasy animals and take out the internal organs and scald them in boiling water to seek freshness. If he had a head of his feet, the real black bear protectionists would have protested or demonstrated for such a miserable and slow death.

Old Diag dropped his gun and shot the mouth full of blood.

Extend your hand and insert the single-edged battle axe with barbs that split the "Black Bear" back into the back of the oak shield with iron relief guards in the center. Valkyrie paused heavily on a crystal pillar in the air: "Show me your wisdom warrior!"

Old Diag, who had originally wanted to explain to Valkyrie that he was not a warrior, silently inserted his pistol back into the holster and picked up some crystal fragments. He hesitated for a moment. Latin? Ancient English? No... It should be - Odin sacrificed a sharp right eye. He hung upside down for nine days and nine nights. The knowledge obtained from the Spring of Wisdom guarded by Mimire - Rooney only has this kind of text with almost no curves and curves that can be spelled out with rectangular and triangle lenses.

Thoughtful, but when he converted to the Old Testament for hundreds of centuries, this pinyin letter or pictogram, which was too ancient, had long been destined to be ornaments and logos. Except for some archaeologists and linguists, who would learn it? Fortunately, when he was studying this secret place, he also worked on some early medieval Neruvan text materials, including the word "eternity", but it was difficult for him to be sure that his spelling was correct.

"Very good." Erkiri's voice sounded above with satisfaction: "Two warriors. You have passed the first test. Let me see if you are brave."

The two old Diag looked up and couldn't help but squint their eyes. The young man standing straight on the crystal cylinder was the crown prince of Sardinia, right. But the man around him was no longer Vigneil, but a young man with a grayish-headed head. And if he read it correctly, the body of the crown prince of Sardinia seemed to be thinner than before.

"He is also one of the Warriors?" Valkyrie also noticed.

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It's just my entourage." Alex replied. Just when Valkyrie's bold guy, he silently said a first-level spell "sleeping" to the Crown Prince Odin around him and handed it to Wilderge for care. As for the negative energy damage of the Knight - without direct contact, poor Crown Prince Odin would feel uncomfortable... but it's better than being affected by inhuman power or forcibly touched and modified memory - if Alex had no idea, it would be very lively here next.

Valkyrie didn't say anything again. She threw a spear again: "Dedicated to Odin!" The girl shouted Doyle and followed the sound of crystal breaking sounds, soldiers slowly walked out of the gorgeous Ice Palace. The horned helmet and the heavy tomahawk were their signature equipment. The thick bearded beard was their identity proof. When they walked from afar, they looked like a large group of jumping snow rabbits. And when these lively and cute rabbits walked in front of you, you would find a bloody mouth in the thick beards. Then, the terrifying tomahawk roared down from the top of your head.

"Well didn't she show up?" Wilderger said that his and Alex's disguise was stripped away at some point. The bodies of the dead would not rot because the negative energy wrapped around them would make bacteria and viruses unable to survive on this body. However, as time goes by, the negative energy will turn the hot blood into a cold and viscous colorless liquid. The muscles atrophy and lose moisture. But because of the addition of physique, the skin is tightly wrapped around the upper surface of the bones, which is like mitral or keel powder... If these can be explained as so-called "thin" and "pale", then the soul fire that jumps in the black eye sockets will not be owned by a living person in any case.

No matter how you look at it, Valkyrie, who looks very similar to an angel, didn't throw the axe immediately, really surprised the Dead Knight.

"It seems that Juana's supervision is not strong enough." The lich said calmly: "The Valkyris weave the web of fate of war. They brought them into Valhalla as the guides of the heroes who died on the battlefield. They stepped forward and kissed the selected person. Then they introduced their undead into Valhalla and were also responsible for serving the warriors assembled in Valhalla."

The Necromancer pretended to hear the previous sentence - then to say that Valkyrie was originally the undead - no wonder he was regarded as a flood by the Old Testament Church.

The owner of the Necromancer refused the armor and weapons given by Erkiri. Even if he had been taught by a successful god-killing thief for decades, as a cautious spellcaster, he would never easily accept and use weapons and armor given by others. Whether it is the Torrel plane or this plane, there are legends similar to Medea (Note 1).

"Don't you need my help?"

"Enjoy good exercises occasionally to benefit your physical and mental health."

The long whip of the "covering technique" was removed, like a silver poisonous snake, swam on his arm and slipped into the right hand of the lich. The half-lich mentor often used a mitral staff that was not magical and magically disguised. The gems embedded in the staff were used to increase and reserve spells. In addition, the roots were higher than those of the half-lich mentor. The hollow mitral staff, which was just higher in diameter, also acted as a stick. At certain specific moments, this staff left a deeper impression than the tutor's spell. If it was hit by a mage in the head or hit in the waist.

If it is about to spit out internal organs, it is not surprising that it is then used to store and barbecue and ride, or even to open mountains and split stones... It has to be said that the staff was the most complete swing in the hands of the pride of the Lich. There is no mitril silver lich in this plane, and it has to choose a metal that is relatively stable and called "" by humans. Originally, he made a staff that was also changed to a long whip because it was inconvenient to carry and hide it (Wilderge, as a guard, sometimes carrying a long sword on his back is already eye-catching, what is it that the crown prince of the country has carried a clothes rod with him...).

About five feet of silver-white long whip fell to the crystal cylinder. The blue-green flame suddenly spread from the void to the surface of the entire long whip. In each section, there is a skull skull that imposed a constant reduction technique hidden in each section. Even if it does not cooperate with the constant technique, the flame can continue to burn. Any existence that touches this skull will be damaged. Unless the use of dispersal magic can eliminate these negative energy condensed flames.

The whip has its own characteristics like any staff. For example, the whispers that cannot be heard by the born person at this time - but it is good for both touch, taste, breath, wisdom, and flexibility.

This is a good tool, but he never understands why Wilderger twitches when he sees him pulling out his whip. It is hard for the Lich to imagine that the Will check when transforming the Dead Knight is not as easy as the check when transforming the Lich - Does Wilderger have any psychological problems... But it seems better to use the body now than to use the brain - he put this small problem in the "To be checked" column for now.

Please forgive me for your undead from the interplanetary plane for obviously not having that profound understanding of some aspects of this low demon plane... and fine.

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Chapter completed!