"They're smart, aren't they?"

Standing on the top floor of the tower, Zhang Cheng watched the battle taking place at the bottom through the magic mirror, and he didn't ask Allens standing at the door.

The young man obviously hesitated, and quickly responded, "Yes, master." If nothing else, they should all be soldiers of the nearest city here, led by a noble knight. And those spellcasters are the high-level leaders of the caster's guild. ”

"Oh, so those of your buddies have managed to return to civilization and spread the word?" Zhang Cheng touched his chin with interest, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"That's right, if nothing else, these people are here for all sorts of powerful magical items and great wealth. Allens cautioned.

As a servant who had lived in the tower for more than a month, he knew better than anyone how terrifying the mysterious tower owner was.

Among the many legendary spells recorded in the library alone, there are at least thousands or more that can easily destroy a city or even a country, and turn hundreds of thousands of square kilometers of land into ashes.

Although he was still far from meeting the minimum requirements for learning these powerful spells, he understood that since the library manager had a record of these spells, it was naturally impossible for the tower master not to.

This means that once the stupid and greedy nobles in their hometown anger each other, the whole city may be razed to the ground.

But the funny thing is that Zhang Cheng obviously didn't take this little greed to heart, and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay! as long as they can pass the game, I don't mind giving them everything they want." But you have to remember that the premise is to survive ......"

The words just fell!

The monsters that had been knocked to the ground by magic and torn apart by their swords suddenly opened their mouths and spewed out clouds of black smoke, surging towards the nearest unlucky man at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of black smoke poured into the warrior's body one after another, and in less than a minute or so, their eyeballs turned completely black, and at the same time emitted a terrifying aura of death, turning around and pounced on the others, opening their mouths and frantically biting each other's throats and faces, even if they were pierced by sharp blades, they did not flinch at all.

"Damn, what the fuck is this?!" the knight's eyes widened, revealing undisguised panic and fear.

He may not be afraid of powerful monsters, but he is completely overwhelmed by this mysterious power that is far beyond his comprehension.

"Hold on! This must be some kind of revenant or something! Buy us some time to cast spells!" the oldest caster hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice.

Compared with the warriors who have a very weak sense of energy, they can feel the extremely rich death energy the most, and understand that once the black smoke pours into the body, it is not only as simple as death, but even the soul is swallowed together and becomes a part of death.

Death!

The ultimate and pure death!

Obviously, when Zhang Cheng created these creatures, he added part of his own understanding of the rules, making them difficult to actually kill.

It didn't take long for nearly half of the team to fall victim to the poor and disappear from the world forever.

Seeing this scene, Allens subconsciously shuddered, and his eyes revealed deep awe and fear.

Because at this moment, he realized how lucky his original team was, he had never encountered such a difficult opponent at all, otherwise it would be impossible to leave alive.

Just when the number of these elite soldiers was getting smaller and smaller, and the whole army was about to be wiped out, the knight at the head finally collapsed, and couldn't help but shout loudly: "Stop! Stop! We admit defeat!"

"Throw in the towel? Sorry, there is no option. Zhang Cheng mercilessly rejected the other party's surrender.

"No!!! I'm a messenger sent by the lord! you can't kill me, or he won't let you go!" the knight tried to hold on to his life by threatening and intimidating him.

"Then let him come! I welcome more people to join the game!"

"No!!! you madman! Devil!!!!!!!

With a piercing scream, the knight is finally consumed by the force of death and becomes one of the walking dead.

As for the three spellcasters, they were now completely surrounded, and they didn't even dare to move, for fear of accidentally causing death, so they stayed where they were, praying that the owner of the tower would spare their lives for the sake of their fellow spellcasters.

Seeing the walking corpses whose bodies were occupied by death energy constantly moving forward, Allens couldn't hold back any longer, and immediately spoke: "Master, the remaining three people are all members of the Spellcaster's Guild, I suggest that you better not kill them, but ask them first." ”

Because the old man among them is the mentor who led him into the magic hall in the past. Whether it is reasonable or reasonable, you must stand up and try to intercede.

"Spellcaster Guild?" a strange expression appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

This is a neutral organization on a pan-continent, usually managed by the most powerful and prestigious spellcasters in the region, and rarely intervenes in political, military, or other matters. They may just want to meet you or discuss how they can exchange magical knowledge and materials. The young man explained quickly.

"Okay, then I'll leave this matter to you. Don't let me down, or you should know how serious the consequences can be. ”

Saying the opposite, Zhang Cheng waved his hand directly and drove the young man out of the upper floor of the tower.

Allens only felt his eyes dazzled, and the next second he appeared at the bottom of the floor out of thin air.

The old man spotted him for the first time, and immediately stood up excitedly and shouted, "Allens!

"Of course, dear mentor. The young man calmed the tension in his heart a little, and then ordered the monsters around him, "Stand down!

"Roaring !!!"

Whether it was the walking dead or the monsters, they all let out a low, hoarse roar, quickly turned and disappeared at the end of the passage.

Seeing these terrifying guys gradually disappear, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead and cheeks with his wide sleeves, and sighed with a wry smile: "I really can't imagine that I will be saved by you one day." Can you tell me about this tower, and what happened to you? I can feel that your magic is now far superior to mine, not inferior to that of the Elder General. ”

"Of course, mentor. But until then, you come with me to the kitchen, and we'll talk while we eat. ”