Vegetable Skeleton's Exotic Land Reclamation

A lot of death breath, they dissipated quickly under the scorching sun, or seeped into the sand, but when Ange started to slide, these death breaths suddenly gathered towards Ange slowly as if they had found a fulcrum.

They seemed to have turned into threads and gathered in Ange's hands. When they were connected to Ange's body, the breath of death that quickly dissipated under the scorching sun became solidified.

Ange tried to grab those threads, but because there were too many of them, Ange was dragged forward instead.

The angel skull turned into a skeleton was the first to step forward and hold Ange. The little zombie also reacted and held the other side of Ange.

Seeing this, other people also wanted to step forward to help, but Negris stopped him: "Don't mess around, let him do it himself, and be careful of backlash."

Ferrin and Esk agreed, and stopped other people who wanted to help, especially the Purple Skeleton Titans who were about to come out of the woods.

Any magic or skill must consider the possibility of backlash. Ange pulls it by himself, and forget it if he can’t pull it up. What if someone else goes up to help and falls apart?

"Do you want to call back the little angel and the little zombie?" someone asked.

"No, no, they have a soul connection and are considered one."

"You also have a soul connection, why don't you go up and help? Because of stunted growth and too little strength?" Lightning asked.

Negris ignored it, turned his head and shouted into the jujube forest: "Ziku!"

"Speak well if you have something to say...". Lightning rushed over and wanted to hug Negris to cover his mouth, but it was too big, it was really hugged, and the stunted brass dragon fell apart?

"Roar~~~" There was a deep roar in the distance immediately, and when he turned his head to look, the giant brass dragon in the distance had closed its dangerous vertical pupils, and its eyes were fixed on Lightning.

Lightning's hug immediately changed into a gesture of smooth hair in the air, and he slapped Negris a few times, and hid aside dejectedly.

It was really difficult for a 'horse' to make such a posture, and it was even more difficult for it. Everyone began to find a way to restrain it, and there were fewer and fewer opportunities to 'speak' casually in the future.

Negris glanced at it with disdain, and then turned his gaze to the formation of sand bandits in the distance. The sand bandits hesitated. Obviously, the loss of the first batch of sand bandits made them a little confused, and they hadn't reacted for a while.

A luxurious carriage appeared behind the Sand Pirate camp, surrounded by a dozen followers who were at least senior swordsmen, and there was a big emblem on the carriage.

"Huh? The Rose Badge? The mage of the Rose Mage Tower? To use the Rose Badge, at least he must be a great mage?" Negris recognized the badge on the carriage at a glance.

"Huh? Great magician? Is it such a big show?" Ferlin said enviously.

The door of the carriage was opened, and a follower immediately put down the pedal, and a magician in a robe walked out, holding the follower's hand, and walked onto the pedal.

This magician is not young, maybe in his sixties, first he covered his forehead and glanced at the sun in the sky, showing a hint of impatience.

Seeing his expression, two followers immediately put up the sunshade to block the sun for him.

The magician fanned himself with the palm of his hand, and immediately a follower stepped forward and opened the folding fan to fan him.

However, the wind in the desert at noon is very hot, and it may be even hotter when you fan it. The magician immediately scolded the fan fan's followers. The follower quickly apologized, then raised his hand and handed the fan to the magician.

I saw the magician's hand caressing the fan, and the fan condensed a chill visible to the naked eye, and now the wind blown out by the fan is cold.

However, the magician was still full of impatience, resisting his impatience and looking in the direction where Ange and the others were.

"I really want to beat him up." Luther muttered suddenly, he couldn't understand those people who put on airs the most.

Everyone nodded at his words, and Negris even said: "It's not easy to beat him, but Lisa, come here, you can use flash."

Lisa nodded and said, "You mean he can use Hawkeye? Let me flash him? But the timing is hard to grasp."

Negris said confidently: "You get ready, listen to my password, get ready...let it go."

The magician came late, and based on his location, the most convenient way to see the situation clearly was to cast Eagle Eye.

Hawkeye will distort and refract the air in front of you, forming a zoom effect, bringing the distant scenery closer to your eyes.

If you put a flash on the focal point while he is zooming in on the distant scenery, it will be more uncomfortable than flashing him at close range.

It's just that the timing is hard to grasp. If you release it early and you will not focus, if you release it late, he will be able to see that you are preparing to cast magic, and he will be on guard. A slight squint will have no effect.

As soon as Negris said let it go, Lisa immediately released a flash spell. She could easily release this low-level magic without borrowing Ang's power.

As soon as the magician released Hawkeye, he was immediately flickered, and he closed his eyes in discomfort.

Several followers hurriedly stood in front of him, trying to help him, but he pushed him away impatiently, and slapped one of his followers on the face.

Not only was the face-slapped follower not angry, but he immediately knelt down in panic to plead guilty.

The magician cursed loudly, and walked into the carriage with his hands shaken. The moment he closed the door, some cold air overflowed. It was probably a magic carriage with cooling function.

Luther frowned: "Do you want to? Are magicians so difficult to get along with? Those swordsmen are at least high-level swordsmen. Don't they fight back when they are beaten? At such a close distance, the great magician is not a high-level swordsman." The opponent of the swordsman, he was crushed to death with one hand."

"What are you thinking about?" Lisa blinded a big magician's dog eyes, and she was secretly laughing, and said: "Most of these swordsmen depend on magicians for survival, and their whole family depends on magicians. The magician pays his salary, if you dare to kill the boss, his companions will be the first to let him go."

"Then it wouldn't be so rude to kneel down to plead guilty?" Luthor couldn't accept it.

"It's normal. These magicians with badges have been passed down for many generations. Maybe the ancestors of these followers are attached to the magician's family, and they are almost like slaves. If your descendants are a little more obedient, A magician will give him more resources, and it will be easier for him to become a high-level swordsman. In this case, do you think your descendants will be disobedient?"

Luther nodded: "I see."

"What do you understand?" Lisa was surprised, but she didn't say anything.

"If you want to be a follower of Lord Ang, Lord Ang is so tolerant that he didn't even gel that horse." Luthor said firmly.

At this moment, the followers around the magician's carriage separated a few, scattered in all directions, found the leaders of the sand bandits, and urged them to attack, the sand bandits reluctantly moved.

"Here we come, everyone get ready." Negris said loudly, and he glanced at Ange as he spoke: "Ange is not free, so be prepared that you can't bear it, if you can't, just drag Ange away , leave the rest to Nai Aili, originally you didn’t have to take this risk, it’s all because of me, no matter what, thank you everyone.”

"Lord Naig is too polite. Why do you say such things? Could it be that something is wrong with your lover, can we just sit back and watch? It's too outlandish." Luther shook his head and said.

"Why didn't the magician do it himself? Grandma Lisa shook him, shouldn't he be angry? Then he activated advanced magic and summoned meteorites falling from the sky to smash us into pieces?" Anna was rather strange about the other thing. .

As soon as she finished speaking, Lisa slapped her on the head: "Don't call me grandma, call me lady!"

Feilin explained: "The higher the level of magic, the longer it takes to cast and prepare. Unless they surround us, no matter how advanced the magic is, we won't be able to cast it."

"And" Negris added: "Niari is still still, and no one would dare to cast that kind of magic that takes too long while a dragon is watching."

The Sand Pirates rushed over slowly under the urging of the magician's followers.

If An Ge continues to be silent, everyone is ready to carry him and run away.

At this moment, An Ge, who had been maintaining the posture of pulling things, suddenly stood up straight, and an invisible force swayed from his body, which continued to spread-the arrival of the king.

Standing up with him, there were five or six hundred complete corpses in the ditch in front of the position. Those incomplete ones would definitely not be able to stand up and could only crawl on the ground.

The two standard skills of king-level skeletons, King's Advent and Death's Scythe, Ange finally awakened them all.

The sand robbers who rushed forward saw the corpses standing up, and their faces turned pale with fright. Some people turned around and wanted to run back, while others gritted their teeth and rushed forward, slashing at the shoulders of the corpses.

The corpse with half of the shoulder cut off rolled its eyes, and stabbed the knife into the enemy's stomach as if nothing had happened.

The opponent fell to the ground weakly, and the corpse with half of the shoulder cut off pulled out its weapon, dragging its incomplete body, and moved forward step by step.

The speed of these corpses is not fast, and they don't have any martial arts skills, but they completely ignore the attack. Even if the enemy chops off their heads, it will support the headless corpse and stab the enemy with a knife.

After the enemy stabbed to death by it was completely dead and turned into a corpse, the corpse also got up from the ground.

This is rather embarrassing. If you are hacked to death, you will become this kind of living dead, and then continue to fight until you are chopped into several pieces by your own people?

Those heavy armored shield men and heavy armored swordsmen suddenly moved. They rushed forward in a swarm, climbed over the earth wall, and fell into the ditch with a squeak.

The corpses in the ditch were in a hurry, pushing the heavy armor out of the ditch, and when they got a firm foothold, Ange also climbed over the earth wall, jumped suddenly, and the wind element pushed him behind him, pushing him away. He had to leap over the ditch and land in front of the heavy armor.

He took out the Death Scythe and waved it forward lightly. The four or five sand robbers in front of him were all cut by the scythe without any injuries, but they fell to the ground with no signs of life.

And on the blade of Death God's Scythe, there are four or five more soul fires.

Ange stepped on the ground hard, and the corpse that had just fallen to the ground struggled and slowly got up.

Negris just wanted to scold Ange for acting recklessly, giving up his position and confronting the enemy. This is a very dangerous thing when he does not have the upper hand, but now he is also shocked and dumbfounded:

"I know why Reaper and King's Arrival are the two standard skills of the Golden Skull. A corpse whose soul is hooked by Reaper's Scythe can be summoned by King's Arrival directly. My God, it is the most perfect complementarity skill."

The Sand Pirates fell into chaos. They didn't know what to do. Some were scared and wanted to avoid An Ge who could take people's souls away. Some were anxious and urged their companions to surround and kill the enemy. Coming out of the position, this is the easiest time to kill him.

The disadvantages of not being subordinate to each other and having no unified command appeared again. The sand bandits, who were not even in the same direction of advancing or retreating, bumped into each other inconceivably.

Anger ignored the chaos of the enemy, he walked ahead with a sickle on his shoulders, advancing step by step, the heavy armored shield and swordsmen followed behind him, guarding his sides, under the control of the soul, everyone can do to be uniform, like a wall.

The only inconsistency is the angel skeleton and the little zombie. They are blocked behind the 'wall', but they can't reach the enemy when they want to touch the enemy. They can only jump around and scream.

Every time he took a step, An Ge stepped on his footprints hard, and the power of the halo of quick death spread in all directions. After walking a few steps, he stepped on his footprints again, and the previous footprints would be invalid.

As Ang moved forward, the halo of quick death also moved forward.

When the power of the speed death halo is not concentrated, its acceleration rate is very low, it takes about three hours to accelerate for one year.

No matter how short-lived a species is, it is impossible to die within a year, so its impact on the enemy will not be particularly obvious, but the corpses that follow Ange have changed a lot.

They are dehydrated, thin, and their skin is toughened with the naked eye. With every step, their movements become a little slower, but the flesh is toughened a lot, and the sword cuts it like a bacon.

Anger's sickle slashed left and right, each time accurately hooking away a soul, he had already discovered a problem, the death sickle can only hook away a soul if it cuts at a vital position.

Such as the neck, heart, forehead, etc., if it is cut on the limbs, it will only cut off the opponent's hands and feet, so Ange needs to kill the enemy accurately, not to cripple him.

After advancing several hundred meters, the sand bandits finally organized some decent forces, and a row of archers blocked Ang's direction.

Not to mention the volley, almost within the range of the shooting, these archers can't wait to shoot the arrows in their hands, and gather together while shooting.

Some archers have good bows, sharp arrows and accurate arrows, and they are quite threatening. With a ding, an arrow with the thickness of a finger is shot through the eye slit of the heavy armored helmet beside him.

You know, the slit in the helmet is just as thick as a finger, and no matter how thick the arrow body is, it cannot be shot through. The cross-section of the arrow is still diamond-shaped, and it can pass through horizontally, but not vertically. Just like that, the arrow It still shot in, piercing into the heavy armor's eye socket.

However, the heavy armor didn't respond, it just broke off the arrow body and continued to advance steadily.

Ange put away the Death Scythe, released the Explosive Fireball, and named the archers who shot very accurately one by one.

The Sand Bandit who died on the spot was summoned by him, and after advancing for a certain distance, there were more and more corpses around Ange.

Finally someone remembered some legends: "The more you fight, the more you fight, the companions become enemies, and the souls are harvested. This is a natural disaster for the undead!"

Undead Scourge..., the name of Undead Scourge spread, Sand Pirates finally collapsed, turned around and ran wildly, those with horses snatched horses, and those without horses threw away their equipment....

The magician in the luxury carriage opened the window in surprise and looked around, but was soon coerced and fled far away.

Nairi finally couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted angrily: "Where are my knights? What are they doing! The fight is almost over! Are they stuck on the bed!"

While cursing, Naili spread her wings, and if she didn't do anything, the enemies would all run away.

Safia was so scolded that she couldn't even raise her head, and secretly swore in her heart that when this time passed, she must train those guys to death.

"Da da da, da da da..." A series of hooves sounded, and a large number of camel riders finally gathered from all directions.

Sophia couldn't help cheering: "Come on, boss, come on boss."

Those who also cheered were those sand robbers who had already turned around and fled. They stopped and looked at the distant sky and cheered: "The flying wing knight is here, the flying wing knight is finally here! Don't run, don't run, gather! Assemble, we will fight back."

With a clear dragon chant, the long-dormant brass dragon soared into the sky and pressed down like a mountain. Just the wind from its wings when it landed made the sand bandits in front of them stagger.

When it landed, Niairi sprayed out a dragon's breath, and those who stopped, those who shouted to fight back, and those who were gathering were all swallowed by the billowing dragon's breath.

The sand bandits shouted again and ran for their lives again.

Nairi turned her head and said to An Ge: "Come up, the Sand Pirates handed over to me, help me kill those Flying Wings."

Ange jumped up immediately when he heard the words, the angel skeleton and the little zombie also hurriedly hooked the scales and climbed onto Niairi's back, and Negris also hurriedly rode up.

Nairi flapped her wings and soared into the air.

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