246 The Entrance to the Ghost Domain Is Sealed! These People Can't Get Out
"The same lines as last time." Wuwang waved the sword in his hand expressionlessly, "But this time I got it."
"Your Majesty, calm down!" Windmill knelt down on one knee in fear, glaring at a certain human with a determined look on his face, "How reckless! Put down that sword!"
"Ahhhh----" The Vampire King ignored the windmill's salute. Instead, he raised his head and roared furiously on the throne. In the scarlet light, his whole body was also deforming. Not only did the skeleton's body grow three times in size,
, became very huge, and the bones of both claws were transformed into sharp claws. The half-meter-long sharp claws were sharp and terrifying. A pair of red will-o'-the-wisp eyes flashed angrily. He glanced down from the throne and looked towards
Rushing towards me with a howl!!!
"You...suffer death!!" The Vampire King grabbed him with his sharp claws, but Wuwu raised his sword and blocked it with a look of disdain on his stern face, "Even the moves he made are exactly the same as last time!"
"Your Majesty!...Stop it!" Windmill jumped up, took out the halberds in their hands, and attacked Wuwang directly. However, they did not attack the vital points, but pointed at his sword that was slashing at the Vampire King, with a "clang" sound,
The halberd shook the sword away, Wuwu raised his eyebrows indifferently, and with a backhand, he slashed directly at the Vampire King!
"It's just a stupid fighting machine!" Wuwang cut the vampire king's clothes with his sword and said in a mocking tone, "Do you really think it can hear you?"
"You...are presumptuous!" The Vampire King repeated majestic words in his mouth, and at the same time launched a skill attack. With a wave of his hands, several black ghosts flew out of his body and wrapped around Wuwu's body.
"Eh---" Those black ghosts were entangled around Wuwu's body with their teeth and claws open, and they stretched out their terrifying hands to make a move, but were stunned by Wuwu's cold eyes, and Wuwu's eyes turned into monsters.
red, with red arrogance exuding all over his body, and shouted, "Broken!!"
With a diagonal swing of the sword in his hand, the black ghosts entangled in front of his eyes disappeared in a wailing voice!!
"Give it back to you!" Wuwang whispered expressionlessly, turned around and shot out the huge gem sword in his hand, directly inserted into the Vampire King's chest and skeleton, and the fierce force drove the Vampire King back.
He took several steps back and was nailed to the gorgeous wall. The tip of the sword just penetrated the spine of his waist. The Vampire King raised his head and screamed angrily but was unable to break free. He was so weak that he could not move.
"Last time," Wuwang turned his head and glanced at the undead lord who was staying there with an expressionless face, "I nailed it with a spear in the same way."
This, this is impossible.
Windmill stared blankly at the "Your Majesty" who was helplessly fixed to the wall, still roaring and waving his limbs in a ridiculous manner. Obviously, it was obvious that as long as it stretched out its hand and pinched the sword blade, it could be easily removed.
The sword was pulled from his body.
But it doesn't understand. It can only growl feebly, repeating the ridiculous and solemn judgment: "You... are guilty! You... deserve to die!"
"Your Majesty..." Windmill suddenly felt a little sad. This legendary king-level undead supreme... was defeated so easily, and was pinned to the wall so pitifully and helplessly... he was simply a waste.
"Hey, what do you think?" Wuwang folded his arms and said calmly, standing next to Fengchuan.
"Why, why?" the undead lord muttered to himself in a somewhat lost state, as if he couldn't believe the facts before him.
"Because it's stupid." Wuwu pointed to his head, "Idiot, you can never talk about power. No matter how much powerful energy it has and how many powerful skills it has, it is just a person who doesn't know how to use himself.
A fool of ability.”
"...I lost." Fengche lowered his head bitterly, a pair of will-o'-the-wisp eyes flashed with sadness, more of a confusion. He didn't quite understand why this happened.
This is completely inconsistent with what I got from the "memory" (actually the information database). The undead monarch should be wise and supreme. He has the power of death that makes countless undead worship and tremble. He is second only to
The existence of death.
Of course this undead lord will not know, because this so-called "ghost realm" is not an area specifically used for fighting, but is just a place where players of the undead summoner come to obtain refined servants, and the setting of this vampire king is just for greed.
It's just a small punishment for the player - if you see the sword and want to take it, you will be accidentally attacked and die.
But in fact, most summoners will not be stupid enough to touch the sword in the hand of the Ghost King, because everyone knows it, so who would be so stupid. Besides, you can't take the sword with you, and it will be in vain if you take it.
Therefore, the boss of the Vampire King is basically a small decoration here. It is not usually triggered, so there is no need to install too advanced intelligent programs.
How can I put it this way? The intelligent program of this Vampire King is not even as good as the original Cotton. When Cotton was in the sheepfold, it existed as a preliminary pet beast. Therefore, in order to give players of the hunter profession some real and lively feelings,
The intelligent programs of those little sheep are all of medium and low level, and they will also respond to the actions and words of human players - for example, if you touch its head to express intimacy, it will bleat coquettishly or rub against yours.
Legs.
But this vampire king is really not as good as cotton. He is directly the lowest level intelligent program. He can only speak some simple lines and some basic combat reactions.
But to be honest, the combat power is indeed very strong. For the first time, Wuwu and several summoners from the Dark Alliance were defeated. After all, it is a king-level undead monster boss. Some of its skills are very abnormal, and its attack power is also good.
But as Wuwu said, a fool is a fool. After discovering its weakness, its so-called strength is easily torn apart like a paper tiger.
Just a simple pin and it won't move.
"..." Windmill had a sad and depressed look, and the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes were blurred, and even showed signs of extinguishing. The belief that he originally relied on to survive was broken in an instant, which caused his intelligent program to fall into a temporary self.
In chaos.
Many doubts were violently refreshed in his core level.
Does the system of the undead really exist? Does the God of Death really exist?
who I am?
What do I live for?
How did I appear? Who was I before? Do I have a past?
……………………
Wuwang folded his arms with an expressionless face, and looked at Windmill indifferently, holding his head in pain and confused. He found it very interesting. If he hadn't seen a certain hunter's guiding spirit, he would probably be very surprised now.
Virtual characters actually have such vivid expressions and language.
For some reason, Wuwu didn't feel the difference between this virtual NPC undead lord and real humans. In fact, with Wuwu's indifferent character, he wouldn't care about these things at all. What makes him feel good now is that he is about to
It feels good to have my first servant.
Moreover, this servant is also a very good imitator, making him a natural opponent to practice his moves on.
"...Hello. Hello." Wuwang patted the windmill several times, and found that he was almost completely sluggish in his response. Just as he waved his hand in front of his face, a sound of subtle footsteps caught his attention.
He turned around and found that hundreds of black-robed summoners had poured in at the entrance of the hall. They all looked at him expressionlessly. They had surrounded the place calmly, and their positions were very professional, almost blocking them.
Any blind spots to break through.
"It's you." Without any warning, he summoned the Purple Flame Dragon Spear from the guidance stone. With just a glance, he immediately recognized the familiar silver font of "Dark Alliance" above these people, especially the nine leaders.
The Zi Ni summoners all wore strange white masks and had extraordinary strength. He was very impressed.
"Wuwang!! Finally I've blocked you!!!" The short summoner took a few steps forward, his young voice full of excitement and arrogance, "Hahaha!! You're dead this time!!"
"..." Wuwang pulled the dumb windmill behind him with an expressionless face, and tightened his grip on the spear in his hand. His voice was cold and calm, without any fear but without any emotion, not even arrogance, just
He said in a plain narrative tone, "Then come."
"Get ready to fight!!" dnf shouted majestically, "Kill!!" Hundreds of throats let out a majestic low roar containing blazing murderous intent.
***
After staying at the entrance of the Ghost Realm for more than twenty minutes, the witch sitting on the tombstone gradually felt a little tired.
Ying frowned, "Why don't you come out yet?"
It seems that they are all unwilling gentlemen...
"The last three minutes...it seems they can't get out...what should we do..." Ying put his hand on his chin and tapped it, thought for a moment, and then sighed, "Forget it, I can't hold on anymore anyway.
Why not go in and see the excitement."
Ying breathed out slowly, and then lightly jumped off the tall tombstone. Before she landed, Baiyi's broomstick caught her. She sat on the broomstick and floated slowly into the blue sky.
The entrance to the ghostly realm of colored light.
After the witch disappeared at the entrance, the darkness over the cemetery shrank and disappeared, replaced by bright blue sky and white clouds, and the sunlight shone down again. At the same time, the entrance to the ghost domain also disappeared, and the ancient ghostland disappeared.
The tombstones of the tomb slowly closed, completely sealing the entrance.
The cemetery was very quiet, as if nothing had happened.
