The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0156

The shadow dwarf assassin gave up his resistance and let the shadows turn into ropes to bind him. It's not that his fighting spirit is low, but that he is irresistible. If the shadow was water, Oro would be a fish in the water, but now that the water suddenly turned into fire, how could he, a fish, swim in it?

His will to fight is still tenacious, but for irresistible enemies, he will also adjust his camp according to the situation. Anyway, he will always be a dagger wielded by a certain person or force.

The battle between the two did not attract the attention of the higher-ups of the mummy clan below, until the drop of purple blood from the ghost flew out, and the entire tomb suddenly boiled.

In a place full of undead, the breath of life suddenly appeared, which was no less than releasing a super sound burst. Although this breath was weak, it still attracted all the mummies in the room, and the creaking sound of the sarcophagus rang out. The mummy elder also got out of the sarcophagus in the middle of the tomb, sniffing his nose carefully to sense the sudden breath just now.

The drop of purple blood that was sprinkled on the top wall was quickly weathered and corroded by an inexplicable cold wind, turning into dry powder and falling down, everything became so lifeless again, no different from before.

Since the source of the breath is gone, it is doomed that the mummies' search will not have any results. After some disturbance, the mummy elder with golden runes flowing all over his body did not return to the sarcophagus, but led his awakened men out of the tomb to trouble the guy who came to challenge him.

In a short period of time, the tomb room was completely empty, and gradually quieted down, restoring the usual solemnity and tranquility of the mausoleum, until two figures of different heights gradually appeared above the large sarcophagus. Although they have fought against each other three times and attacked each other countless times, they are still not completely clear about each other's existence form, so they all looked at each other carefully.

For Oro, the other party is a cautious guy. Even though he had captured himself completely, he still hadn't gotten out of that miraculous armor, and even a piece of skin was stingy and he didn't want to show it. Looking closely, it was still a hazy piece of light and shadow refraction, and she could only roughly judge her figure from the lingering shadows. It seems that this effect is not some kind of skill, but the natural instinct of the opponent, and there is no loss at all in maintaining it.

For Specter, this is the first time that the Shadow Gnome Assassin has quietly appeared in front of him. Seriously, its shape is very similar to the "zongzi" that the owner said, a small rice dumpling completely wrapped in a special shroud covered with runes and emitting a little bit of fluorescent light. Even the eyes, mouth and nose are covered with shrouds, only a pair of fierce red glows come out from under the bandages around the eyes, which looks strange and impermanent. Even though he has been completely restrained by the shadow rope, the pair of shadow daggers are still tightly held in his hands, with no intention of letting go.

The shadow rope was tightened a little more, and countless black blood dripped from the huge wound on Oro's chest and abdomen that was squeezed, causing him to groan, bringing the only sound to the tomb.

"Who are you?" Oro could only be the first to speak. Under the imposing confrontation, he was completely at a disadvantage, but the toughness in his tone remained the same, showing no frustration and fear after being captured.

"Who am I?" Specter's cold voice came from the black spar armor, without the usual noise similar to spar friction, but it was not repeating the other party's question, but it seemed to be asking himself.

Oro's face darkened. He didn't appreciate the difference in the tone of the other party, but was angry at the other party's neglect of him. Of course, this kind of anger is also a disguise. With the state of mind of the shadow dwarf assassin, any emotional and emotional fluctuations need to be discarded. If it is displayed, it only shows that he is using this emotional change as a weapon to confuse the other party.

The two red lights under the bandage flickered violently, and Auror began to struggle a bit, pulling Specter back from his thoughts.

"Surrender or die!" Specter's tone was cold and concise.

"I always need to know who I'm serving, right?" Oro was still struggling, and the wound on his chest and abdomen showed signs of being pulled open.

"Surrender or die!" Specter's tone gradually became high-pitched, and an unconcealable killing intent filled every inch of the tomb.

"Okay, I surrender!" Oro struggled ineffectively, and gave up the ineffective self-harm in frustration: "But I hope..."

During the speech, Oro's tone suddenly turned low, almost inaudible. At this moment, his long-awaited attack was launched.

The bandage wrapped around his body suddenly swelled, opening up a room for the shadow rope to move around, and the hands that had regained their freedom appeared at the ghost's throat in an instant. The crack there still hasn't recovered, and the sound just now penetrated from there, so Oro, who pursued a one-hit kill, naturally chose to attack head-on again.

Being captured is a disguise, excitement is a disguise, anger is also a disguise, everything is for this close-up blow, there is no word of failure in the mind of the shadow dwarf assassin.

The last miss might be a certain special skill of the opponent. It is impossible to use such a heaven-defying skill continuously in such a short period of time, and I still have a chance.

But today is destined to let it down. From the moment it starts to activate, the body that is usually used freely seems to be mixed with countless impurities, and all perceptions such as weight, distance, and direction are out of balance. Obviously intending to pierce the gap in the opponent's armor, but after the shadow dagger protruded out, he realized that he was actually attacking the void behind him, and the direction was deviated by 180 degrees, completely reversed.

Not good, I got tricked. Oro didn't dare to be brave enough to be a heroic assassin anymore. With a hoarse voice screaming, black smoke rose, and a giggling witch puppet appeared in his place, while the shadow dwarf assassin disappeared without a trace. trace.

For the other party's body-changing escape, the ghost did not stop it, but drove the shadow rope to pull the remaining witch doll into the large sarcophagus below, and closed the coffin lid with a wave of his hand.

"Boom"

After a muffled sound that shook the surrounding area, the large sarcophagus jumped half a meter high on the spot, and then fell heavily again. If it wasn't for the dense black ropes outside the sarcophagus, it would have exploded to pieces long ago. Even so, the sarcophagus was irreparably damaged, with cobweb-like cracks everywhere, and it would disintegrate into countless pieces with just a single tap.

The violent explosion was contained in the narrow sarcophagus, but the shock wave overflowed, still shaking the tomb as if it had experienced an earthquake, and countless dust fell from the cracks in the roof.

Specter raised his head and glanced in a certain direction. He couldn't see anything because of the barrier of the stone wall, but that was the direction in which the shadow dwarf assassin fled. She has no intention of chasing him, since she didn't stop the other party's escape from the beginning, why bother to chase him at this moment! It always comes back anyway.

The most important issue now is not the little assassin, but himself. Who am I? I still can't think about this question myself, so I might as well ask the master!

At this moment, the shadow dwarf assassin Oro was vomiting blood while flying away. With his physique and physical control, this kind of situation should not have happened, but now it happened. Suddenly, there seemed to be a lot of things in the body that shouldn't be there, and they were fighting with themselves for the control of this body. One moment it was still occupying and expanding in a certain section of the small intestine, and the next moment it appeared in the muscle of the right arm to devour flesh and blood. Although Auror is an undead, he can't bear to wear down his body like this. After all, he still needs these things to exert his attack power .

Stopping at a distance of 20 miles away from the tomb, Oro thrust his finger like a knife into his lower abdomen, pulling out a section of broken small intestine. With a light twist of the fingers, the intestinal wall was broken, and between the two fingers was a black worm that was constantly struggling and twisting. Take a closer look at this worm. It has no head, no tail, and no biological organs. It is actually a living thing composed of shadows.

With two fingers exerting force, the little black bug let out a painful neighing, and finally exploded into a black mist that diffused into the surroundings. Xiao Chong has no organs, and the neighing just now occurred on the spiritual level, and there is a trace of spiritual thoughts in it. The little bug was gone, but this spirit was still there, and it was thrown into his body in an instant, and gathered a piece of shadow matter again to form a small body, doing evil in his body.

Auruo closed his eyes and looked carefully, his face paled for a while, there were no fewer than a hundred such mental thoughts in his body, no wonder he always felt out of control. Damn, what kind of power is this? At this moment, Oro suddenly felt a little dizzy, how to deal with it!

For a moment, he didn't know where he was going.

The ghost quietly dodged out of the tomb, and the battle in the distance was going on calmly. The whole body of the mummy was wrapped in countless layers of bandages. Perhaps the defense was strong enough, but all the joints were restrained and could not be bent freely. The speed was far behind that of the cemetery elite team. The blood-sucking count tried several times to attack but failed, so he gave up the attack, and turned to seduce the opponent by surreptitiously. Whenever there was a straggler in the staggering mummy team, the three dark knights waiting for an opportunity outside would raise their sabers and rush to kill come over.

The blood-sucking earl's attack power is not enough, but it doesn't mean that the dark knight can't do it. With the help of the strong momentum of the bone horse and the sharpness of the saber, the dark knight can directly smash these baby meat shields that cannot rotate well every time. Occasionally, he is surrounded by the opponent's opportunity, and it only needs an ice storm from the ice demon to delay the opponent's movement, and the dark knight can jump out of the encirclement circle from the opponent's head.

Fighting back and forth, the cemetery's elite team did not lose half a point, but more than 30 of the 260 low-level mummies lay down. Without the existence of a commander, these remaining low-level mummies still desperately continue to chase the blood-sucking earl who will never be able to catch up, just like an eagle catching chickens, always throwing their fragile and thin tails to the enemy to devour Lose.