84-Dead puppet

After the leader of Lake successfully killed the sought-after 'the heresy', all the members of the Holy Light Knights, who were nearly 300 and were exhausted day and night for ten days, resolutely coaxed and asked to rest in place for a while.

Because for these bitter golden armored knights, these ten days and night, the long-distance attack has already completely drained the greatest potential in their bodies. At this moment, even a nap is enough.

In the face of his younger brother's request, the head of Lake, who killed the heresy with his own hands, was happy, so he resolutely agreed to their request and camped here for a night. Tomorrow, he will return to the Locke Kingdom and report good news to Joan of Arc.

At night, 50 miles outside the main city of the Kingdom of Blanc, in the depths of the dark forest, the bonfires that seemed very lonely reflected each other slowly burned, and the dead wood inside as fuel burned a mass of flames, and also made crisp "cracks" sounds from time to time.

With the dim firelight, you can see many paladins lying horizontally in gold armor, holding broad swords and curled up in the open space next to this bonfire burning orange flame.

Around this group of paladins who fell to the ground and fell asleep, dozens of paladins with broad swords in their hands were curled up against the fierce cold wind and stormed their tired spirit.

The north wind blew leisurely, and dozens of paladins who were patrolling around as sentries did not notice. In a dense pile of dead grass not far behind them suddenly flashed a faint, emerald green like a ghost fire.

If they notice it, then they will then find that the 'heresy' head, which was previously cut off by the commander of Lake, has now been filled with the emerald green light symbolizing the flame of the soul of the necromancer.

In fact, not only that, Mo Fan's cut-off head is full of death, which is just the beginning, and the next thing is the real focus.

Because Mo Fan needs to consume spiritual power again to create a new body for himself to replace the old body that was destroyed by the tyranny of the leader of Lake earlier.

With the outbreak of the breath of the dead spirit on Mo Fan's body, the powder that had been annihilated by the wind gathered around his permeating head again, quickly shaping a brand-new body again at an amazing speed that could be easily detected by the naked eye and made people feel frightening.

When Mo Fan condensed his body again and quietly appeared in front of the paladin sentries responsible for the cruise, these sentries in charge of vigilance stared, rubbed their eyes in disbelief, shook their heads and thought, "This is impossible. It must be because they are too tired that they have hallucinations!" Uh-huh! It must be an illusion!"

But when these sentries rubbed their eyes repeatedly, they found that the man standing in front of him was not his own illusion, but a real person!

In particular, Mo Fan's miserable white face and his signature evil smile made these sentries in charge of vigilance wake up. This guy was the evil heresy that had been killed by the commander of Lake before.

"He, he, why isn't he dead?"

"How can this, this, this be?"

"We are not dreaming, are we?"

Dozens of sentries with an unbelievable looked at each other, and even slapped themselves in the face fiercely, but then the burning pain on his face ruthlessly told him a cruel fact. I'm sorry that this is not a dream. The guy standing in front of him is really dead. !

In the face of cruel facts, dozens of sentries in charge of vigilance, the fluttering little heart between their chests suddenly seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

The piercing chill penetrated deeply into the bones. The creepy, sweaty and trembling little sentries were all stunned there for a moment, and no one thought of issuing the alarm at the first time.

It was not until Mo Fan suddenly took action and killed the nearest guard in an instant with a lightning-crying and violent attitude that the sentry team, which was shrouded in fear and fell into a dead silence, did he react. While hurriedly waved the broad sword in his hand to resist, his mouth was even more hysterical. Roaring: "Enemy, enemy attack..."

When the sleeping paladins heard the alarm and rubbed their hazy eyes reluctantly got up from the ground, the dozens of sentries in charge of vigilance on the periphery had already been cleaned up by Mo Fan in an instant.

After all, Mo Fan is at least a dead spirit supreme now! Dealing with these small miscellaneous fish of three-legged cats is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, not to mention that he also has Bajiquan, a close-close killer! Just a few casual punches is enough to smash these guys' heads!

And after receiving the alarm, the paladins who suddenly woke up had time to figure out the situation. When their dizzy minds were still hazy in the clouds, those guard sentries whose eyes were full of emerald green dead flames after being quickly killed by Mo Fan had also held broad swords in their hands. He killed his former colleagues who were still stunned around him.

And this unique skill called the control of the dead is exactly the skill that Mo Fan accidentally explored before reaching the strongest cultivation, and he used this method to scare away. At that time, Abraham, the black bishop of the Holy See branch of the Anting Kingdom, was chasing him.

So when Mo Fan personally took action and killed the dozens of sentries responsible for vigilance, the next thing would no longer require him to do anything. At most, he would use his brain to manipulate those puppet-like necromancers to kill their former companions.

Because of Mo Fan's wise leadership, those paladin puppets with green undead flames have become more and more fierce, almost achieving the effect of killing. Every time they slash with all their strength, a paladin will fall down.

Then, the paladins who were still alive were horrified to find that those colleagues who had just fallen down and were still bleeding on their wounds, and even showed their intestines, got up again with difficulty and struggled to send a message for help to them.

He fell into a pool of blood, and the seriously injured paladin, who was covered with blood, struggled to get up from the ground, stood up with a broad sword in his hand, turned his head and body, and shouted loudly to his companions behind him: "Brothers, help! I don't want to die!"

When a companion really came to rescue, the seriously injured paladin, who had just been very weak, immediately pulled out the broad sword on the ground and inserted it into the chest of the companion who came to rescue without hesitation.

And this scene is staged everywhere in the dark forest at night. In this situation, everyone is in danger, so that in the end, almost no one dares to save any seriously injured companion. Therefore, almost every time a living paladin falls, Mo Fan will have an extra necromancer in his hand, which is also the horror of the necromancer.

Because as long as there are people, there will be no shortage of chips in the hands of the necromancer, let alone the necromancer puppet as cannon fodder. As long as it is used properly and the power of the dead is sufficient, it is often possible to drag down a top-level master just by using low-level man-sea tactics.

Today, Mo Fan is no longer the former Wu Xia Amon. Especially after entering the supreme level of the dead, his huge soul power is enough to support him to control thousands of dead puppets to fight a small battle.

So in the heartless, this battle in the depths of the dark forest hardly took much time, and the paladins who participated in the battle were almost completely controlled by Mo Fan.

Of course, except for the commander of Lake, who was deliberately taken care of by Mo Fan from the beginning and fought bitterly in the siege, and those seriously injured paladins who were seriously injured and had lost their combat effectiveness, but could not die for a while, collapsed in the damp and cold blood.

Looking at the leader of Lake, who was surrounded by dead puppets, who was obviously exhausted but still fighting tenaciously, the smile on the corners of his mouth became more and more vicious, and he thought to himself, "Don't you like to fight one-on-one, but only like group fighting! I'm going to kill you alive today! I'll kill you!"

Mo Fan waved his hand, and those necromancer puppets controlled by his soul rudely waved the broad sword in his hand and ran towards the commander of Lake in the encirclement.

But Mo Fan obviously underestimated Lake's strength. This quasi-third-level peak guy really has two brushes.

When Mo Fan manipulated the necromancer and rushed to the leader of Lake, the cruel guy, who had been ready for a long time, waved the broad sword in his hand violently and split the former subordinates who rushed up to pieces.

Although the ordinary sword of the necromancer is indeed immortal, it does not mean that it cannot be destroyed. As long as they can be split into pieces, the necromancer will completely lose its combat effectiveness. And it was because of the hours of cruel fighting before that the commander of Lake realized this valuable point.

So when these fearless necromancers rushed up impatiently like hungry wolves, Lake, who found his weakness, no longer left his hand and decisively split all the green-eyed former colleagues who rushed to him into pieces.

"Damn necromancer, don't hide behind your back if you have the ability to fight with me!" After finishing the whole continuous killing action, Lake, who was already at the end of the crossbow, held the broad sword and shouted breathlessly, obviously procrastinating for himself.

"I gave you a chance a long time ago! But this road is your choice! So accept your fate!" Mo Fan slowly walked forward, his indifferent eyes glanced at Lake disdainfully, and then waved his hand again, signaling the dead puppets under him to rush up.

This time, the flying necromancer almost gave Captain Lake no chance to resist. He held his hands and raised his feet, and soon pressed the exhausted guy to the ground and couldn't move. As for the next thing, some children are not suitable...