Zhou Qingfeng sighed softly and looked down at the breastplate that was combined with Arcee's. There was a '2' drawn with mud on the armor. After sighing, he erased the number, knelt down and touched some more mud from the ground.
The number is changed to '3'.
That's right, this is the third time I've fought against Cyric. The first time I couldn't withstand the barbarian's violent attack, and the second time I couldn't defeat the red dragon Aratis. It cost more than 7 million points to revive twice.
, there won’t be a fourth time in a short time.
Looking at the vast darkness ahead, there is still a big boss waiting for him.
Hilly rode 'Swift Shadow' and caught up with Sophia and Irene. The goblins gathered around the owner's head and quarreled with each other. But Zhou Qingfeng waved to them, "You don't have to follow, there is Cyric on the other side."
, Arcee and I can just go."
Combined with Arcee, Zhou Qingfeng's body is over two meters tall and his strength is over 20. The closed armor can release magic unilaterally through optimization of materials, but it is basically immune to magic and is not even afraid of rust attacks.
But this is only limited to Zhou Qingfeng.
The maids knew they were just a drag.
The goblins stopped singing and fell on Irene. Xili hugged Zhou Qingfeng and wished her man a victorious return. The incorporeal Sophia stubbornly passed through the mithril barrier of the armor and merged with her master.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't say any farewell, he just grabbed the mirror shield, took the 'Breaking Evil', and strode forward into the darkness. Only a hundred meters ahead was the outer fence of the noble camp, but this place had become a ghost.
Decaying poisonous mushrooms sprouted from the wooden horses, and vague ghosts shone from the tattered war flags. Fierce undead wandered around the camp. They crawled, dug in the ground, or drifted. They swarmed up when they sensed the presence of a living person.
The two vampire banshees ran the fastest and lunged forward with screams. Their withered arms had long nails, just waiting to scratch the prey's body and drink the hot blood.
'Breaking Evil' struck casually, and the blade pulled out a shining light, easily hitting the soul of the vampire banshee and scattering it. Followed by groups of hell dogs, biting and tearing, circling back and forth around Zhou Qingfeng.
, looking for possible attacks.
Zhou Qingfeng's heavy sword is as clumsy as it is clumsy. It can only be used for simple horizontal and vertical cuts. Cerberus that approaches him are often cut in half before they have time to react.
Several more huge corpse-stitching monsters gathered behind them. These were random splicings of the corpses of different monsters, like a bad tailor's beginner's skills. The stitching lines were as ugly as centipedes, ugly and weird.
The zombie monsters are tall and heavy-footed, and they hold some inexplicable sticks and rocks in their hands as weapons. They spit out yellow stench of poisonous gas, and throw many large rocks at them.
In addition to the Stitches, there were hundreds of undead gathering. Cyric transformed all the noble servants left in the camp and surrounded and killed them all.
‘War trample’!
Zhou Qingfeng, who was slowly moving forward, suddenly accelerated, creating a sonic boom that spread out of thin air. He raised his shield and hit a corpse-stitching monster forward, and the powerful impact directly knocked the stitched corpse pieces apart.
The sonic boom stirred up dust, like rolling waves on the ground, surging and surging. The surrounding undead were instantly like rags tossed in the strong wind, being torn apart and dismembered in the sonic boom, turning into a mess all over the ground.
Several other zombie monsters were also swaying from side to side due to the sonic boom, unable to stand upright.
After the impact, Zhou Qingfeng ran again, accelerated, jumped, and slashed. He stopped on the weird head of a zombie monster, stood on the deformed back of another zombie monster, or stood on the festering body of the next zombie monster.
Scapular stepping.
When Zhou Qingfeng got past the obstruction of these undead, the bodies of several zombie monsters gradually disintegrated, and the sutured parts fell off each other, returning to foul-smelling and rotten corpses.
Everything seemed casual.
The combination of sword and shield continues to march.
Aratis was squatting in front of the golden-roofed tent, and the puppet possessed by Cyric stood on top of the red dragon, looking down condescendingly in the deep darkness.
At the feet of the red dragon, Inisha clenched her hands and burst into tears. When she saw the man striding towards her, she cried and said, "You shouldn't be here."
"I have heard this opening statement many times." The man's deep voice came from under the closed armor. He waved his hand nonchalantly, "The rest is my business, you can leave."
Zhou Qingfeng passed by Inisa without even glancing at the woman. Instead, he saw Naser. The white-haired old knight fell to the ground with a black hole in his chest.
well......
"Cyric, I'm here." Zhou Qingfeng walked up to the red dragon, and he didn't forget to taunt, "Aratis, your so-called pride has been stepped on top of your head."
The scales of the red dragon are covered with scars, some of which can be healed, and some of which cannot. One of the horns on its head is broken, which was chopped off by Zhou Qingfeng with his sword. Facing the ridicule, it glared at it but said nothing.
.
The wings of light appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng, and slowly flew to the level of Cyric. The puppet controlled by the "Dark Sun" became thin and pale, with a black sword in his hand, and his eyes were cold.
"Victor Hugo, it's rare to see you again. I thought you would die on the way."
'Cyric''s eyes were fixed on the '3' on Zhou Qingfeng's breastplate, "Why do you have the habit of writing numbers on your armor? I seem to have seen it before."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "Cyric, you really talk nonsense."
Before Zhou Qingfeng could finish saying "Too much nonsense", more than a dozen black thin stabbing swords suddenly flashed out from Zhou Qingfeng's front, back, left and right, as if they had penetrated space.
Zhou Qingfeng's wings had already flashed, and the mirror shield in his hand took off, turning into several shields to protect the surroundings, blocking all the sudden stabbing swords. He himself rushed forward, slashing back and forth with 'Bie Xie', several times
Meter-long sword awns intertwined into a network.
The figure of 'Cyric' disappeared immediately, but Aratis rushed forward and continued to fight Zhou Qingfeng for his life. The rapid dragon language constructed multiple defenses, including a breath.
Zhou Qingfeng ignored the red dragon's high-temperature breath, hit him and broke through his opponent's defense, and slashed Aratis' neck with his sword. The thick scales on his neck were chopped off, and the red dragon screamed loudly in pain.
"Damn reptile, why did you hit me? I'm not your main opponent."
At this time, 'Cyric' appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng, swung his hand and stabbed his vest with a sword. Zhou Qingfeng waved his wings and turned around like a prophet. Not only did he knock away the opponent's sword stab, but he also threw several 'dimensional anchors' in one breath.
go out.
‘Cyric’’s test was too high, and the ‘Dimensional Anchor’ that blocked the teleportation did not work. ‘Dark Sun’ habitually backstabbed, disappearing immediately after missing a hit.
Zhou Qingfeng used the power of the 'Cyric' sword to accelerate in the opposite direction, rushed in front of Aratis, held up the opponent's sharp claws, and made a gash in his dragon wings.
Aratis's screaming voice rose to the sky, and he cursed angrily: "Victor Hugo, why do you keep beating me? If you can, go beat the Dark Sun. I'm just a mount now, just a horse."