Wizard: I Brought the Wrong System

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At noon, the dark clouds piled up.

Through the hazy air, the icy sunlight was also dyed with heavy depression.

Often there is a village not far from each other.

The village walls are all new soil.

Inside, there are ruins all over the place.

Like the first seed, it was made into a false specimen.

It was like a chick that had just broken free from its eggshell, suddenly congealed by amber.

Vitality and corruption are all stuck in this moment.

Outside the village, the dark wasteland is full of traces of reclamation, but there is no living thing growing on the ground, only some boneless skeletons with missing arms and legs, wandering in it godless.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

The soles of the metal boots stepped on the road paved with rotten bones, and the rotten breath splashed with the gray dust, leaving clear footprints on this wasteland where there was no hope.

Hearing the movement of the stranger, the skeletons swaying around woke up, one by one, unafraid, stepped on their hesitant footsteps, and rushed towards the living person with a ferocious expression.

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【Ding! Defeating the enemy, the basic swordsmanship experience value +13]

【Ding! Defeating the enemy, the basic swordsmanship experience value +56]

【Ding! Defeating the enemy, the basic swordsmanship experience value +17]

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When there were no more skeletons rushing around, Yarrow stopped and squatted down, looking at the broken bones on the ground.

"The color of the bones is gray and white, the sound of beating is crisp, and there are soil particles in the cracks. Most of them are old bones that have been buried for a long time."

After patting the dust on the corners of his clothes, Yarrow got up and concluded:

"There shouldn't be a lot of newly dead people, but... where are all those living people?"

Along the way, Yarrow didn't see a single living person, but there were more and more skeleton monsters and undead creatures.

"Could it be that they were driven to some key positions and massacred?"

Thinking of the tragic scene he saw last night, Yarrow frowned, and quickly checked the surroundings, thinking of finding signs of the evacuation of the living.

Sadly, it didn't work either.

The remaining footsteps are messy, and there is no uniform direction at all.

When Yarrow climbed up a towering dead tree, and then rose into the sky with a dragonfly, he finally found useful information.

"The skeletons in the distance are densely assembled. Whether it is the number or the movement of their gathering, it is not normal. Let's take a look and see what we can gain."

Even if no trace of a living person could be found, such a large number of undead would bring a lot of experience points.

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brush-!

brush-!

brush-!

Skeleton monsters wielding bone knives are surging like a tide, and the scattered and alternating bones are enough to make anyone's intensive phobia sick.

The pale skeleton is getting closer, getting closer...even close, and you can vaguely see the wear marks of the teeth on the lower jaw of the skeleton.

A strange glimmer of light swayed in their dark eye sockets, greedily staring at the living creatures in front of them.

"Huhuhu..."

Thick sweat, wheezing, sore muscles... The heart beats vigorously, like a rumbling snare drum.

With the only arm left, the veteran wielded a half-dagger, screaming hoarsely, "Raise the shield!"

"Whoa!"

The broken wooden door, the flat and round rolling plate, the woven wooden fence... There are big and small, like something, but it just doesn't look like a shield.

At the same time, the teenagers holding these 'wooden shields' were also dressed in a very bad way, and they didn't look like professional warriors.

But at this time, these young teenagers held up their funny 'shields', their sloppy faces were full of seriousness, and their transparent eyes were shining with determination, all of them were determined warriors.

Although the shields in their hands are funny, their 'weapons' - wooden hammers tied with dead wood and stones are even more ridiculous.

But, this is not playful.

This is a real war!

"attack!"

The veteran had just ordered, and the teenagers who had been prepared for a long time were holding a 'shield' on their side, their muscles were violent, and they were drinking and pushing hard.

Clap!

The surging skeletons were like ocean waves, slamming heavily on the dam formed by the 'shield', and some of the petite skeletons were squeezed back and forth and collapsed like building blocks.

"kill!"

The soldiers who followed quickly waved crude stone hammers, mercilessly stomping at the rounded skulls.

touch, touch, touch...

"what!"

A teenager let out a shrill scream and quickly fell into the sea of ​​bones.

"Little Drew!"

The soldier next to him had red eyes, but it was too late to rescue him.

The splashed blood stained the surrounding white bones red, but for a moment, the boy disappeared.

The battle continues.

"Be careful with your feet!"

Some soldiers quickly discovered the problem.

It turned out to be the skeletons that had been squeezed and collapsed before, and the skulls that had fallen to the ground were rolling forward, biting the soles of the soldiers' feet.

Even after being reminded, the battle situation at this time did not improve.

The number of humans is too small, and the strength of skeletons varies. From time to time, slightly stronger skeleton monsters break through the shield and slash at the surrounding warriors. As blood splashes on them, these skeletons The power is gradually increasing.

The veteran rushed to the rescue and slashed at the necks of several skeleton monsters while wielding a stubborn knife.

pat!

Skeletons without their heads can no longer fight.

But this can't kill it either, UU reading www. uukanshu.com As long as the skull is not damaged, these skeleton monsters can be reassembled at any time.

The veteran slashed hard, and with his skilled combat experience, briefly maintained the line of defense, and shouted:

"Back, back! Be optimistic about each other, don't be single!"

"Back, back!"

The soldiers reminded each other, and while fighting and retreating, the piled up skeleton monsters followed closely, crossing each other across a flat field where vegetation, grease, and wood were piled up.

"Quick! Fire!"

The fire fell to the ground, and the fire quickly rushed.

boom!

The raging fire turned into a wall of fire, black smoke billowed, and the strong fire quickly burned large areas of white bones. The soldiers fought back at the same time and quickly wiped out the skeletons that followed.

Pacha! Pacha!

Under the double steaming and roasting of the fire and the sun, the bones quickly turned black, and the large skeleton monsters quickly collapsed in the flames.

The young soldier panted and looked at the old soldier: "Uncle Charles, can this fire burn all those monsters to death?"

Old Uncle Xiaer clenched the broken sword tightly and looked at the skeleton in the flame vigilantly, his face full of sorrow: "Little Hami, although those monsters are stupid, they won't take the initiative to enter the flame, the fuel we prepared is not too much. Enough, not to burn them completely."

Hami looked at the sea of ​​bones opposite the wall of fire: "So what to do? When the fire stops, shall we continue to knock on their heads?"

Old Man Xia looked at the fighting spirits around him, pursed his dry lips, and said dullly: "Your life is more important, we'll go back after a while, and bring back fuel again."

"Don't worry, sooner or later we will kill all these monsters and we will clean up our home!"