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"No!"

Zhizhang was awakened by the bad memory, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around, and found himself lying on a dilapidated wooden bed.

"Are you awake?"

A strong man pushed open the broken wooden door, it was the strong man who was letting the wind out.

"My head hurts, where are we?"

The wisdom stick grabbed his hair, and the few sparse remnants were also pulled out.

"We are still in the ruins of the dark death, in a dilapidated residential house, but according to the prompts of Dreamland, this should be a small town residence before the catastrophe, and most of the zombies around you have been cleaned up by your previous outbreak. We Hide here for now."

At this time, the Hercules was holding two thick wooden sticks, the two most convenient ones he found from the ruins of the collapsed houses. They were temporarily used as weapons, which were much easier than dumbbells.

Hercules turned around and looked around the door, and after finding nothing unusual, he continued.

"Shortly after you fell into a coma, a cold current gushed out from the center of the town. The cold current was extremely terrifying, and the place where it went was frozen for thousands of miles. Even the zombies you encountered were frozen. The wooden man is also covered in frost"

"As soon as I saw this scene, I dragged you and hid in this private house. I escaped a catastrophe."

"According to my guess, this should be that the corpse king's bone prison breath can't bear to show up, and the powerful freezing skill that attracts the enemy and the enemy is its means. But this has nothing to do with us, Lanfa should solve it of."

"We just need to stay safe here"

"No!"

The wise stick interrupted the strong man's sense of security, and he struggled to get up and get out of bed enduring the pain of the burden on his body.

"crackling"

Just a simple act of getting up made the whole body of Zhizhang make the sound of muscles and bones. From his furrowed brows, grasping the edge of the bed to support his body and causing the white knuckles, it can be seen that his body has not recovered to its fullest. good condition.

"Hercules, I know maybe you're right."

"You have always been the brains of our team, making suggestions for our team. Even if the Frost Girl's sneak attack failed, you have considered both the strategic level and the tactical details. We were defeated only because of our lack of strength."

"That's right, Lanfa's sudden display of strength did give us the confidence to wait for the good news. It seems that we don't need to do anything, and we can just sit back and wait for the customs clearance."

"But you and I both know that this is impossible. Dreamland does not support idlers, and those who are worthless will be eliminated by it in an instant."

"We have come all the way. Those who tried to travel in the mission world have a very miserable end. Their wailing before death is still in my memory."

"It's ridiculous to say that those who claim to be social elites are often arrogant and conceited. Some become existences that we can't look up to, but more of them accelerate their fall."

"On the contrary, ordinary people like me who are unknown and only know that their heads are tough have survived, so that they have survived until now. Hercules, do you know that there is a quality that Dreamland needs?"

"That is courage. I, who have been sad for twenty-three years in my previous life, don't want to live that submissive life again in this life. Hercules, are you willing to believe me?"

Before leaving, Ouyang Xiu handed each of them a set of medical kits—medical bag*1, D1 type universal anti-venom*1, D1 type nutrient ointment*1.

After eating the next nutrient ointment, Zhizhang's complexion became slightly rosy, and his voice was no longer hoarse as before. He continued without waiting for Hercules to answer.

"I have already realized a trace of the power of a legendary mage. This is a good opportunity, but it is also a gamble of a narrow escape. If you don't want to, I won't blame you."

After finishing speaking, Zhizhang got up and went to the door, passing by the Hercules.

A muscular arm stopped the figure in the red mage robe.

"This is a fantasy paradise. I understand. I have never been lucky. Count me in. The corpse poison has been removed, and I have weapons that are handy. There is no reason to sit here and wait for death."

He weighed the thick wooden stick in his hands, and the Hercules turned his head to look at the wise staff, there seemed to be burning flames in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

After the two powerful palms hit each other, they clenched together, and when the eyes of the two men met, sparks of passion collided.

"If you want to fight, I will fight. I have brothers and I am not alone!"

The body shape of the corpse king bone prison is very different from that of ordinary zombies. It is covered with blue ice armor, and its body has a semi-solid texture like ice and snow that is about to melt. It is composed of clusters of ice cones facing backwards. Its "hair".

There is a large snowflake-shaped blue magic circle at its feet, which is the "true culprit" that slaughters all adventurers - the halo of ice.

This is the symbol that best embodies the breath of the corpse king's bone prison. As long as it cannot be killed in a short period of time, the halo of ice will continuously reduce the temperature of the surrounding environment, so that all adventurers who do not come here will stay completely.

The name of the Corpse King was not made by bards. It was marked with life by countless adventurers buried here to warn future generations.

In addition to the halo of ice, the corpse king's bone prison breath also has the ability to call zombie groups, and these zombies transformed by it will obey its orders without restriction.

Under the cold of frost magic, Clone No. 1, which was delayed by thousands of corpses, failed to break out.

These corpses will not suffer, fear, or be afraid. They are the bravest soldiers. Even if their companions die in front of them, they will still launch a death charge to clone No. 1 under the command of the corpse king bone jail.

Clone No. 1 wielded the Duan Kong Slash and slashed continuously, waves of knives flew across, and the number of corpses was decreasing visible to the naked eye.

Clone No. 1's face is not happy, because the battle cannot be delayed for too long, once the halo of ice breaks out again, Shi Ren and Wang Teng will hardly be spared again. They still have some help in cleaning up these corpses of miscellaneous soldiers.

Just as Clone No. 2 was about to condense its magic power and summoned a wooden dummy again, a candle was lit in the southeast corner of the town in the distance.

Two figures, one strong and one thin, stepped on the frost, and their solid footsteps stepped on the ice-covered streets of the small town, making the sound of "cracking".

The eyes of the two were resolute and sharp, like a sharp sword that had been hidden in the snow for several years, once it was unsheathed, it reflected a bright sword light.

"Fire element that is covered with light in the frosty land! In my name, I call for you to come here! Become my magic sword, and burn the evil in front of you with the power of fire!"

A low-pitched magic spell chanted slowly from the thin figure in the red robe, reflecting the face of the young man who was unwilling to fail.

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(end of this chapter)