As the number of dead people awakened gradually became fewer, the team changed its original position and began to advance under the command of the drunkard.

According to the earlier arrangement, the team was divided into twenty-five teams, dispersed and did not let go of any abandoned dead person.

Wu Qi took Lin Hao and Rushan and others to clean up quickly. The 800-health volume lasted for three seconds. He was thrown over by several "violent" mages one by one and killed them in a simple and rough manner.

The team's degree was similar to the elite group led by the drunkards, and they walked along side by side, penetrated deep into the cemetery, heading towards the towering wall of the Bloody Monastery.

Wu Qi waved his staff, and the fiery red staff shone with red flames. The burning skill was instantly photographed. In addition to the subsequent scorching flame, the people cleaned up before the awakened dead came close.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Our team is too violent!" Mingyue, the new elemental mage, boasted at that time, "especially my series of fireballs, the damage is too explosive."

Although Mingyue joined the group shortly after that, in less than two days, the whole group had already seen his shamelessness and chatterbox nature.

A small group of dead people in front of him had just died, and the skeletons of the dead in the distance had not been attracted by Kuo and Shadow Killing. At that time, Mingyue was leaning on a silver-gray staff and the dark red fire-wielding robe flew in the wind. He was about to continue talking, but Yu Guang happened to see the singing of the priest's bagpipe and rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "Sister Bagpipe, what? What are your different opinions?"

Pastor Holy Light looked at Mingyue for a while, and Qingqing said coldly: "On the team damage panel, your damage ranks fifth, less than half of the team leader's damage, 70% of the deputy Wuchen team! Uncle Mingyue~"

"Uncle~" Mingyue Junlang's face was slowly stiffening back then. He was only twenty-two years old, so why was he the uncle?

At this time, the thieves had already attracted the group of dead skeletons. Everyone held back their smiles and buried their heads in the process of exporting them.

Still moving as a mountain in front, Luoying Chengshang stood on one side, the ruled paladin Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing stand behind the two men, adding debuff to the monsters in front of them, and supporting the two shield-armored warriors with protective magic. The mages, including Wu Qi, violent warriors, hunters, thieves and other output professions began to attack one after another, and several priests locked in the front row mT and calmly brushed the healing.

The team was orderly, and the awakened dead people in front of them were killed one by one.

Wu Qi's communicator suddenly rang, it was a message from the drunkard. "Jin and Song, boss is here! Coordinates. 1234. Let's take charge of our two teams!"

"Okay, everyone quickly clean up the boss in front of you and refresh the boss!" Wu Qi was shocked and quickly ordered.

As soon as I heard the boss's news, the atmosphere in the team surged. In less than half a minute, the remaining skeletons of the dead were killed one by one.

The awakened dead person was exposed without anything. The thief threw a few materials into his backpack and the group headed towards the coordinates.

When they arrived at the destination, the drunkard and others had been waiting for a while. After Wu Qi nodded to them, he immediately focused on the monster not far away.

It was an old man in ragged clothes, covered with damp soil, and a hunched figure. He looked like an ordinary person, standing with a shovel in his arms.

Wu Qi lost a high-level insight into the past.

Gravekeeper: Level 7 Elite-level Magical Creature

Health:o

Skills: War omen, Plague omen, Haiyu eulogy

Whether in the dungeon or in the wild boss, the magical elite has a wide range of strength, and the weak are only slightly stronger than the elite boss. It is no problem for the powerful magical elite to sweep a team. This is exactly the case with the gravekeeper in front of them.

Wu Qi looked at the shovel in the hand of the gravekeeper. The shovel was especially fresh soil on it, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It is conceivable what a gravekeeper carries a shovel for. This is probably just a custodian who steals himself...

Just as he was thinking, the gravekeeper showed the movement here and turned his eyes to this side. His face hidden in the hood was slightly raised, revealing a rotten face. His pupils were empty and his eyes had been dug out, which was terrifying and scary.

"The hypocritical holy light will eventually fall, and only darkness will last forever in the world. Hypocritical human beings will be judged!" The hoarse voice of the gravekeeper echoed in the empty cemetery. Then, he rushed over with a wooden shovel and took a big step.

"Drink monsters! Drunk ghosts, as if they are still moving as a mountain, they rotate with two tanks!" The drunkard and Wu Qi looked at each other and quickly formulated a strategy.

While speaking, the drunkard was still moving as if he had already met. The drunkard held the sword in his hand with one hand, and several skills quickly took action, successfully attracting hatred.

"Damn humans, you will be punished as you deserve!" The gravekeeper was furious. His shovel raised high, and the lilac light on the wooden shovel lit up slightly, which was a sign of the release of the skill!

War omen!

-126!

The drunkard's body shook, and the round shield touched the wooden shovel. He kept adjusting the position of the round shield and his own position to ensure that the damage was minimized.

Even so, the drunkard still had high damage floating on his head, and his blood volume dropped a lot. The wild boss is different from the dungeon boss. His skills casting is irregular, but like the gravekeeper in front of him, it is rare to use skills when he meets him.

With the priest's scepter and mace hammer swung, the drunkard's blood quickly increased. Tang Song waved his hand to bless the drunkard with a damage reduction magic, greatly alleviating the pressure on the drunkard.

“Hate builds stability!”

As soon as the drunkard finished speaking, Wu Qi and other mages began to chant spells, trying their best to produce output. Wu Qi waved his red staff, and the red flames appeared and disappeared from time to time, and his skills were released quickly, like a machine gun, and the skills were poured out one by one, and the blood volume of the tomb guardian also decreased indirectly.

"Heaven! Apostate!" The gravekeeper was furious. As his body trembled, the rotten flesh on his face fell one by one. A maggot crawled out of the gravekeeper's eye socket and crawled in, adding a bit of a cunning color.

"Praise the omniscient, omnipresent God of Death and Nirvana! I will personally attend the funeral for you!"

"The brave man from the undead, obey my call!"

"Haiyu eulogy!"

As soon as the tomb guard closed the wooden shovel, he stretched out his half-bone and half-carrotted arm, stretched out his rugged palms and pointed to the muddy land next to him, a hoarse and paranoid voice sounded.

As a light yellow light shot out from the palm of his hand shone on the land, the yellow soil began to churn. The next moment, a tall white bone skeleton slowly crawled out of the soil. It was as tall as three meters tall, holding a sharp spear in its hand, extremely brave.

The white bone skeleton stood gentle beside the gravekeeper, lowered his head, and the light yellow soul flame jumped in his eyes, waiting for the gravekeeper's command.

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