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Chapter 1892 The School of the Dead (1)

Watching the Moore beast running away, Shen Yanxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly landed on the ground and rubbed her sore shoulders.

After more than two hours of fighting, she had already used up half of the arrows in the ring. She couldn't even count how many arrows she had shot.

Fortunately, this time it was a huge high-level undead creature. If it had been a smaller one, Shen Yanxiao felt that he might not be so lucky.

Shen Yanxiao was still secretly summarizing the experience of this battle, but a large wave of black shadows rushed in front of her and surrounded her.

"You...you beat away the Moore beast?" an undead girl screamed in an almost distorted voice.

Shen Yanxiao was suddenly brought back to his senses by this voice. When he raised his eyes, he saw a group of undead teenagers surrounding him.

I'll go, what's going on?

What do these little idiots want to do?

"Are you a low-level undead? It's impossible..." The undead boy only confirmed after getting close to Shen Yanxiao that the death aura on Shen Yanxiao was indeed a low-level undead, but there was something strange about that death aura. I couldn't understand the place for a while.

"Your archery skills are so strong? Where did you learn them?"

A group of undead teenagers were chattering in Shen Yanxiao's ears, but they were not playing.

Shen Yanxiao blinked and looked at these undead teenagers with curiosity written all over their faces, feeling speechless in his heart.

Could these idiots be any stupider? Did they realize that they had just experienced a chase!

Unable to wait for Shen Yanxiao's response, the group of undead teenagers looked at Shen Yanxiao with some doubts. If it were normal times, they would never be so kind to a low-level spirit, but Shen Yanxiao had just been here The amazing archery skills were displayed in front of them, which made their arrogant hearts somewhat restrained.

"Hello, my name is Yi Rui. Thank you for saving us just now." An older undead boy seemed to have noticed Shen Yanxiao's indifference. He smiled and looked at Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao glanced at Yi Rui. She remembered that when they were chased by the Moore Beast before, it was this undead boy who had been working hard to organize other companions to attack the Moore Beast. Although the effect was not very obvious, he still had some brains. .

"No, if nothing happens, can I leave?" Shen Yanxiao twitched her lips. She didn't intend to stay with these idiots any longer.

Yi Rui looked at Shen Yanxiao awkwardly, then at his companions, and then said: "Um, please wait a moment. We are actually students of the Hellfire Academy, and this time we came to the Forest of Death to carry out the tasks assigned to us by our instructors. Task."

Yi Rui was also helpless. There were only more than 20 people in their team, all of whom were still underage purebred undead. However, they actually received the mission to go to the Death Forest. No one expected that they would meet soon after entering the Death Forest. Encountering the ferocious Moore Beast, if Shen Yanxiao had not appeared in time, many of their companions would have died at the hands of the Moore Beast.

"Underworld Fire Academy?" Shen Yanxiao raised his eyebrows.

She remembered that it was recorded in the rules of survival of the undead. In the world of the undead, there are academies similar to humans, which are specially used to teach underage undead how to accumulate their own power. These academies are generally divided into three categories, one is specifically for Pure undead are open, one is open to resurrected undead, and the other is open to both undead.

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