MTL - Undead Farm-Chapter 33 The spies of the Principality of Longya

The so-called holy light is actually just one of the magic of the light system. It is not much different from the fire system and the water system, but just as water can extinguish the fire, the light can naturally be destroyed.

From the beginning of its birth, it has been positioned to restrain the light of the undead and the magical creatures. The effect that can be exerted in the face of these goals is often multiplied by more than ten times!

And the night is more than a long time after the recovery, the soul of the upper limit is only 20 fresh little undead, how can you survive even the Holy Light is also considered a slain storm? !

On the night of the night, I saw the light of the Holy Light blowing up the Goblins like fallen leaves, and soon swept them in front of him, and could not help but face it:

"My Goblin bounty has not been exchanged yet!"

Brushing the ground, a silvery light directly passed through the night three, and then a rising whirlwind violently hit him, throwing him high, even flew more than ten meters high!

In addition to the light system, the Light Storm combines the magic of the wind system, which is the scary part of this magic.

The light system sweeps away the undead, the monster, and the wind system provides a certain physical killing. The key is the wide range of attacks. It is just a trick. The original battlefield is still the same as the Goblin rain, and the ground is constantly falling from the air. drop.

The lighter-weighted Goblin is even worse than the night, and the height of their blows is at least 20 meters high. From this height, it is only a result of landing on a corpse.

Coupled with the messy weapons on hand, the entire battlefield was filled with indescribable blood mixed with the smell of excrement.

At night, he slammed his limbs on the ground, but he heard a squeaking sound from his left arm, and he could not help but frown.

By practicing the wind system perception mastered by the wind, he was able to greatly reduce his injury, but what surprised him was that the light did not cause any harm to him!

Even the old, it seems that in addition to breaking the waist can not climb, but also did not melt in the light.

This is unreasonable! !

“Is it a false light?”

The night three shook his head, what the light is, he can still distinguish it, unless...

Camouflage!

He remembered the camouflage function of the soulless imprint that consumed a lot of his own soul power. It seems that in addition to shielding the undead atmosphere, it seems to have the ability to resist the light!

Otherwise, what is the disguise of the Holy Light? Is it better to call shield?

"Hey!"

I took a sip of cold at night.

This is the cow's approval, not afraid of the dead of the light!

And even the younger brother is not afraid!

A fierce one!

He instantly felt that his death was full of warmth and hope.

"Uh huh..."

After returning to the night of the night, I heard a sigh from behind me. I turned around and found that the iron axe was lying on the ground with the poisonous blade, the buns and the tall pine tower.

Just look at it, and at night, I understand what has just happened.

This iron axe actually took up his teammates when the Holy Light storm hit, and then used his body to cushion it!

Fortunately, this move makes their weight increase not high, but it is by no means a mortal can afford!

Looking at the iron axe and the ribs on both sides of the ribs and even two rib fractures broke out, the blood also flowed to the ground, the breath began to gradually weaken, and the night three more violently twisted his head and looked into the distance.

The Light Storm was scraped from there, and there were two strangers, two men and one woman.

The three sides of their gold-plated silver armor, each riding a horse to look at this side.

And there is still standing in the field, there is also Weng Ling.

Her black hammer was thrown aside, and now he was kneeling on the ground and pressed the red armor mercenary captain with both hands, which is the chest of Hong Feng.

I don't think this guy actually survived, although it looks better than an iron axe.

"Save people!"

Weng Ling’s white light on his hands was so weak that he could barely see it, and he gasped and looked at the people.

"Weng..."

The woman who immediately wanted to speak, but was blocked by the blond man in the middle with a whip.

"You go there to save people, here I am."

"Yes, adults!"

The two men arched their hands and rode straight toward the night. They rushed over, and the blond man slowly walked to Weng Ling and squatted down and seemed to be saying something.

"Do you have anything?"

The woman rode on the horse and looked down to the night.

At night, he shook his head and pointed his finger at the back: "You must save them first, and that person is dying."

The woman nodded to the other man and turned over, but she took a sigh of relief while walking to the iron axe.

"this person……"

"Is there still to be saved?" asked me at night.

The woman frowned at him and looked as if she was intolerant, but she nodded.

"We try to be."

The man first moved the Songta, Baozimei and the poisonous blade to the side, and then the two stood in front of the tower and spread out the palm of their hand. Two pure white soft lights gradually entered the tower.

"Cough!"

The light entered the body, but the tower suddenly coughed out a blood, which made the night three even more shocked.

But what surprised him even more was that the two people suddenly stood up and took out a long sword and looked suspicious.

"Magic?!"

"No, if the devil's words, the light storm has already strangled him, and the holy healing just can't get into his body. It seems that his body is rejecting the extra energy." The man shook his head.

"However, I have never heard of this physique. You see that his injury is automatically recovering quickly! God! This..."

At the time of their observation~www.novelbuddy.com~ the wound of the iron axe began to gradually close, and even the broken ribs slowly shrank back, but the iron axe became more and more thin.

The two looked at each other and the breathing gradually became rushed.

"This person must take it away!"

At night, the face was even colder and blocked in front of them.

"What do you want to do to my friends?"

The sound was loud enough to be heard by Weng Ling, and sure enough, Weng Ling and the man quickly came over.

"How come you are quarreling?"

The blond man's face is handsome and handsome, plus the gold and silver armor on his body, a proper prince template, but a little bird cage on his hand is a little bit unharmonious, and a black cat is sleeping in the bird cage.

The woman first bowed her head and then went up and whispered, and the night three explained two sentences to Weng Ling.

"What?! Dragon Man?"

The blonde man frowned and looked at the iron axe lying on the ground.

This sly and weak man turned out to be a dragon man?

But the Longya Principality is a hundred thousand miles away from here. How did he come here?

Moreover, is the Dragon Man so weak? Are you still a trainee adventurer in their thirties?

"Adult, we suspect that he is a spy from the Principality of Long Ya, please allow us to send the arrest to the church for careful interrogation!" The man arched.

"No!"

Weng Ling glanced at the night and suddenly opened his mouth.

"He is a friend of my friend, you can't take him away!"

In the third night, I almost covered my eyes in pain. This silly woman is about to start pitting him again...