The moment Wang Xiaofeng stepped on the stairs of the city wall, the few slutty and water crafts in front took steps. The knights who were blocking the road passed by and let them squeeze by. The knight captain had already issued the order.

"Wow, so handsome!" A few screams of exclamations were heard in the corner, but the two girls could not control themselves as they looked at the back of a comrade climbing the stairs. The big man next to him was immediately dissatisfied and muttered, "The horse is handsome and handsome, and the horse is decisively pulled into the alley next to him by several priests and kicked him hard.

In the crowd, two players wearing black iron and out-of-print whiteboard equipment whispered and pointed at the back of Comrade Xiaofeng climbing the stone stairs.

"I am worried about my lack of a friend on the road ahead, so why is this man deep?" "How can I see this back, I am a little familiar with it." "Stop the bird, I will go and see it." "Can you go over?" "You will add blood, but I won't explain." "Damn, how much healing you, a minstrel, has it?" "If you have milk, it's a mother-in-law, and this is a qualitative."

"Sorry," the conscientious Knight reached out to stop the 'tramp' in front of him. The information of the Apocalypse friend NPC can read directly, "The battle above is very dangerous, your strength is too weak to... "

Before he finished speaking, the level number above the head of the ragged player in front of him changed a little. The Knight was slightly stunned, but repeatedly confirmed that the information above the head of the Apocalypse was indeed level 32, and he finally turned sideways and made way.

The players around were exclaiming, and even the hard-working person was cursing. The minstrel's companion turned around and left, with words on his face that I didn't know this guy.

From the twenty-three poles to the thirty-two level? Is this broken minstrel passing by the wind? What was the one who just got up...

A group of players were silent, and the whole scene was a little supernatural.

It is not too good to let your back be noticed by thousands of people. At least you are a little uncomfortable when walking. You need to maintain a straight posture, and you also need to measure the distance between steps, which is very tiring.

After climbing the city wall, the stalemate situation at the city was somehow turned into one side. It was not the undead army that suppressed the defending knights, but the knights at the city top rose up bravely and suppressed the undead tide back.

Suppression is spreading from the five stairs towards the various walls.

Wang Xiaofeng was a little surprised. He thought that the new group of Saint Words priests were powerful, but after looking at the increased gain status on his body, he suddenly realized. Looking at the three crazy people who were firmly protected by several guardian knights, he finally understood the philosophical meaning of the real person's appearance.

[Fever Will (Advanced)]: The fanatical belief spread by the believers makes people forget their fear and are brave enough to fight, and use their fanatical will to infect surrounding friendly targets. Reduce 20% physical defense, reduce 10% blood limit, increase attack limit by 20%, and increase movement speed by 15%.

A comrade was shocked. Although he had experienced the power of similar unpopular professions in the end of the world, he didn't expect that the Crazy Man in the Apocalypse World would have such a perverted legion aura. A Crazy Man stood there, while two Crazy Man gradually moved to the sides under the protection of several knights. It seemed that he wanted to bless more war knights.

Seeing these crazy people not good-looking and wearing tattered clothes, I didn't expect that they would be so powerful. They were simply an indispensable "war readiness" force on the battlefield. It seems that Zi Yan should be reminded to let the guild train a group of crazy people. These guys are definitely real weapons of mass destruction...

Next to every fanatic, there is a holy light priest who is also unknown. These milk ** are also very eye-catching, basically all of which are great examples, and they are a successful example of "one milk is a hundred".

In addition to the shortened cooling time [Holy Light Shining], they actually have a larger group healing skill. This made Wang Xiaofeng's eyes lit up. The future of Guangmei is still promising. Of course, if two group healings can be exchanged for one group attack, a comrade may not even blink.

A player from a healing profession walked to all parts of the city wall, but there were many people following Wang Xiaofeng's figure, and because the stairs where he was located were closer, the middle section of the entire city wall was suddenly crowded. Looking at the players who were constantly greeting him, a comrade was relieved and found that he was caught in a corner and could not move.

The scene in front of me changed, and the wind became louder, but I found that I was standing on the city tower, standing side by side with the old magician.

After putting most of the city wall into his eyes, these undead were determined to attack one side, so that Wang Xiaofeng had the intention to transfer the other three defenders.

Closed his eyes, and the starry divine eyes instantly activated, and found that the king's army had been evacuated south by five or six miles. Some sighed that these soldiers would not save them, but they understood the other party's mentality of wanting to be a fisherman.

"The city is never broken." Garfield suddenly spoke, "If they were allowed to break through Emerald City before the sun rose, the difficulties would be not only the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city."

"Hmm?" Wang Xiaofeng was slightly stunned. Before he could ask anything, he saw the old magician handing over a wooden stick, like a dry firewood picked up by the roadside. "This is a magic stick I made when I have nothing to do, it should be useful to you."

After a moment of hesitation, I reached out to take it, but I didn't have time to thank me, but I heard the old man say, "I signed a twelve-year contract with Duke Rose, and one minute later, I will get rid of the shackles of the contract."

A comrade was confused by Garfield. He naturally knew that the old magician and Duke of Rose had a little unclear relationship. It was obvious that he was now lost and no longer helped the evil.

"I watched their sisters grow up. Lina was as kind-hearted as Kemier, but they suffered too much over the years, which made Lina gradually lose herself in hatred." The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I cannot violate Lina's orders by contract. I have half the sins of the situation today."

Lina? This is the real name of Duke Rose? Why do you think the old man is explaining his funeral?

"If you have the chance, take good care of Kmier." Garfield's face had a smile. "I have lived for 170 years. You are one of the few young people who can surprise me. Although I do not believe in the goddess of light, I also want you to pray for me once today."

Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but frown and quickly persuaded: "Sir, what are you going to do? With you here, we will definitely be able to guard the city!"

You are so old, don’t do anything stupid. At the critical moment, I will rely on you to run away from your life.

"It's atonement." The old man pointed to the dark night behind the black clouds, and could faintly see some stars flashing, and a white figure floated in the sky. "The evil power is brewing, and the power and horror of the soul priest are not something you can imagine. If he takes action, we can't stand it for a while."

"What?" Soul Sacrifice? Wang Xiaofeng was shocked. The two tasks he received were related to each other. They were called terrifying by this mysterious old magician. The soul Sacrifice must be extraordinary. "Then how should we fight against it."

"I will exile him to the desolate dimension, but I can only delay him until dawn." "But..." "Don't worry, although I am not his opponent, space magic is not as good as soul witchcraft."

Wang Xiaofeng was speechless, nodded, and put a primary holy word on the old man. Garfield smiled with his beard. For the first time, Wang Xiaofeng saw a real smile on his old face.

Seeing the situation on the city wall gradually stabilized, with the support of player healing and church sacrifices, the undead tide was gradually driven off the city wall. Garfield closed his eyes slightly, and a very powerful wave rippled around him, as if he was preparing for some large space magic.

A comrade sighed. Although he had only been together for more than ten minutes, he felt a little reluctant. He seemed to know that this old guy would not return it once he went there. This should be a special arrangement by the system. From the perspective of player tasks, this is a difficult task with a level of difficulty of level Ⅱ, and the old man's battle can only be regarded as a special plot.

But I felt a little reluctant and sour in my heart. Although I told it was just a piece of virtual data, players in this world are not a piece of data.

In my name, I explore the true meaning of the holy light, and sacrifice myself for...

Buzz —

A faint green light flashed, and the old man was no longer on the roof of the city tower. The spell of the Holy Light Redemption was only half chanted, and it entered a three-second public cooling.

A sudden roar came from the black cloud, not a sound in the heart, but a real roar, an roar of unknown creatures. The movements of the Skeleton Legion stopped, and a shrill scream came, and soon returned to the state of crazy culling.
Chapter completed!