1890. Chapter 1890 Watching a play is not worry-free (2)
A group of pure undead who were still running away suddenly stopped because they discovered that the behemoth had a new target and was no longer chasing them.
"Who is that kid? Why haven't I seen it before?" The undead boy, who was in a state of embarrassment, panted and asked his companions.
"I haven't seen it either, but it looks like a low-level undead." Another undead boy shook his head, and he also had a lot of colors on his body.
"Low-level undead? Are you kidding? How could a low-level undead come to the forest of death?" An undead girl walked over with the support of her companions, with a look of disbelief on her face.
"Anyway, that mole beast seems to have regarded her as a target. We should take the opportunity to leave first." The undead boy did not want to care about the life and death of the other party at all. Even if the other party's appearance resolved their crisis, but in the arrogant pure
In the minds of these undead, lower-level undead are as insignificant as ants, and asking them to save a low-level undead is simply a joke.
Just when they were about to evacuate while the Moor Beast's target was shifting, a shrill roar erupted from the mouth of the behemoth.
This roar shook the earth, and a group of undead teenagers turned their heads to look in surprise.
And what happened next in front of their eyes made them all stunned.
I saw a nimble and petite figure flying in the air with the help of the surrounding trees. She held a very inconspicuous long bow in her hand. While she was dodging, the long bow in her hand kept pointing towards
The Moor beast flies and shoots arrows.
It is almost impossible to fight against high-level undead creatures with ordinary arrows. High-level undead creatures are extremely defensive. Even swords as sharp as iron and mud can hardly cause fatal injuries to them.
However, an incredible scene was unfolding before their eyes. Every arrow fired by that figure actually aimed at the eyes of the mole beast!
No matter how powerful an undead creature is, its eyes are always their most vulnerable point.
"How is this possible...how did she do it?" The undead boy rubbed his eyes in disbelief, unable to believe what he saw.
A low-level undead can actually cause heavy damage to high-level undead creatures! This is simply a joke!
"Oh my God! I have never seen such accurate archery!" The undead girl exclaimed and covered her mouth.
While constantly dodging, he was still able to release arrows in mid-air, and every arrow hit the eyeballs of the mole beast. Under such intensive attacks, the fragile eyeballs of the mole beast were already filled with black arrows.
, they simply can’t imagine that there are undead that can complete so many shots under such circumstances, and the accuracy is 100% high!
"That guy is really a low-level undead? It's impossible, right?" The pure-bred undead who had wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to slip away stopped, and they stared dumbfounded at the scene of a low-level undead playing tricks on a high-level undead creature.
Seeing that the Moore Beast, which had almost shut them all down, was being tricked to such an extent by a despicable low-level undead, the world view of this group of teenagers was completely distorted.
fall!
There is absolutely no way that guy is a low-level undead! Your low-level undead are so skilled! How can we purebreds survive like this?