Elven Camp.

With his feet on the ground and his left hand on the armrest, An An sat in the armchair as two creeping plants grew from the legs of the chair wrapped around him, one left and one right. The one on the left had a few circles wrapped around the armrest, and the tender yellow filaments pierced the back of his hand and danced under the skin like tendons; The one on the right grew all the way to his face, piercing the buds into his cheeks, and a few bulging lines made his face a little hideous. From time to time, the left side of his sunglasses glowed with a little green light.

This particular plant is called the lingering grass and is known as the "green Hermes" (the god of communication in Greek mythology). Named for its tight entanglement, it belongs to the legume family like mimosa and dancing grass, but it is far more sensitive to the outside world than these two grasses. It reacts differently to droughts, rains, earthquakes, wild beasts roaming, and magic fluctuations, so the elves planted them around the tribe, and the sentinels only need to observe their reactions to know the forest situation well. When using nature magic to drive the Stalker, the Commander will engage his body with the Stalker, taking his perception to the next level. The young leaves of the tangle grass can be used for one-time teleportation, and are the lowest cost among power items.

Bald Eagle took out a packet of open potato chips from the storage bag with his right hand and began to eat it, this calmness really made the elven natives sigh to themselves. He suddenly said, "The rock trigger is coming." Reserve preparation. ”

The reserve is a troop group used as a mobile force in operational deployment, and mastering and using the reserve in a timely manner is of great significance to seizing the operational initiative and winning an operational victory. When the elven old man heard this, he was surprised and delighted: he is going to be out of the reserve so soon? Is it all in one battle?

Chishang, who was squatting at the temporary resurrection point, touched his neck, and his face palpitated: "It's really hard to be a hero......"

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Qinli Villa, on the city wall.

Skoll sat on the back of the necromantic beast with a pipe in his hand, but he didn't bother to smoke it, and the pipe slowly went out. The blue light flashed in his eyes, and it was precisely the concentration of scanning the battlefield with the soul wavelength to grasp the situation.

The ratio of attrition between the two sides was three to one. Although the necromantic creatures die a lot, but in the case of [Double Soul], this casualty ratio is simply profitable, after all, the elves are not resurrectable, and if one dies, one is less. No matter how the bald eagle uses his soldiers like a god, this kind of consumption is inevitable.

But the high casualties brought about a stalemate in the war. Bald eagles stop the advance of undead creatures at the cost of human lives, so the battle line advances extremely slowly. The bald eagle clearly understood the necromancy's schemes - with the exception of the idiot emperor, who wantonly spilled "vile blood", each soldier carried the "decay hormone", which would be thrown far away the moment he fell to the ground. "Despicable Blood" can't change the terrain of the forest, in fact, because the elves unleash a large natural magic [Deep Roots] to connect the forest to the leylines and consolidate the home field advantage (this is what Poison Rosewood said). But the "decay hormone" is different, it has been designed to effectively kill plants since the day of its research and development, and it can penetrate deeper into the earth's veins and groundwater, restraining [deep roots and lush leaves], so that no grass grows here; And if any Elven Natives survive this battle, there is a high chance that their descendants will be aberration.

In order to maintain the home field advantage, the Bald Eagles refused to back down.

"Report, enemy reserves are dispatched, and the number is huge, ah-"

Skoll knocked on the "FM walkie-talkie", still busy, and couldn't help but be irritable. The scout team he arranged is now completely wiped out, and there is not much "decay hormone" left on this trip, and it seems that the goddess of fate has not smiled at him for a long time. This damn bitch! He picked up his pipe and smoked, but it didn't smell like smoke, and he scolded and pulled out matches.

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Forest.

A shot of [Sniper] was fired, and the enemy actually blocked it in advance, which made the rock trigger a little strange. This has nothing to do with reaction, because the bullet is faster than the sound in a short range, and the reaction speed of the human body cannot keep up with the [sniper]. But a sense of well-being suddenly sprouted in his heart. Yo, it's a little challenge, yes! I didn't go wrong with this trip!

He kicked the trunk of the tree (the body of the tree collapsed with a footprint), and came to another tree five meters away at high speed, and when he was about to break the tree, his fingertips were already attached to the bark, then to the abdomen, and then to the palm, wrist, and arm...... The eighteen joints of his left arm coordinated perfectly, and he completed the cushioning action smoothly, so that his whole body leaned silently against the tree, and the tree body only shook slightly. With this level of body coordination, other melee professional gods won't do better than him, right?

He had raised his sniper rifle with one hand, and the bullet had already been loaded during the repositioning. He was expressionless again, raised the muzzle of his gun, and took a slight aim, [sniper].

Then he slipped to the ground, and when he landed, he rolled backwards, rolling grass clippings and dirt. When he squatted, the sniper rifle was still clean, in stark contrast to him. He had bitten a bullet in his mouth at some point, and with a flash of lightning in his left hand, the bullet was transferred into the chamber of the gun, as if it were [teleporting]. No cowboy player can reach such hand speed!

[Sniper].

[Sniper].

[Sniper].

Even though no one came to chase him, the rock trigger still had a clear eye to shoot and change places, which was both a workout and a means of insurance. He couldn't remember how many times he had seen a broken fist just after shooting, so he knew that he would never lose out if he was careful.

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"Use it, host!" Xue Duo was very eager.

"It's not time yet!" Qingyi gritted his teeth.

Under the miraculous [Sniper], the pioneers of the necromantic creatures were knocked down one by one, dissipating on the spot, and even the built-in "Soul Gem" was shattered, unable to activate the [Double Soul]. These intuitive damage is still secondary, the important thing is that with the support of the great god, the morale of the elf players is greatly boosted, and a wave of skills is immediately pressed to grab the advantage. The Grim Reaper Incarnation (Imitation) and Frankie knew the power of [Sniper], so they didn't dare to stay at all, but they just used trees to cover their figures, and they didn't care about counter-suppression.

If this continues, the advantage gained by sacrificing so many soldiers will be lost!

"Die or die! Xue Duo, over to you! Qingyi gritted his teeth and said.

The Bone Tyrant took off his crown, removed his cloak, and put away his scepter. His Majesty moved his shoulders and thighs and sighed, "Although he hasn't really been free, Uncle Ben feels very good!" ”

That's right, it's not the June sunshine of the Bone Tyrant template, but the June sunshine of the carrier template! Qingyi completely handed over the control of his body to Xue Duo, and it felt like sitting in a widescreen movie theater watching a first-person documentary.

[Ink Armor] is activated, but it's not the same as before. Shadows crawled all over the skeleton and then weaved into a casual black suit that completely accentuated his slender figure. Pulling at his tie, the skeleton let out a sigh of relief, then strolled with his hands in his pockets and strolled casually. The "Guardian of the Throne" had nothing to do but follow him.

Looking at the world from a different perspective, Qingyi immediately felt unusual. He didn't open the [Soul Force Field], but he could "see" everything in the shadows. He even saw a whole new dimension connected to the shadows, a space that only Shadow Fiend could enter, but he felt like his own wavelength could detect it. And he did. The entrance to this space was extremely small, but it was extremely vast, without a trace of light, without a single sound, and an invisible resistance quickly wore out the wavelength of Qingyi.

Xue Duo adapted to his new body almost the moment he took over, and his walking speed was neither fast nor slow, just the kind of pace at which his body could exert strength at any time without consuming too much energy. However, Qingyi hoped that Xue Duo would move faster, because when Xue Duo took over the body, the progress bar entering "Stage 3" began to move. Once the progress bar is over, "Stage 3" will arrive, and Qingyi will never be able to regain control of his body, which is what Poison Rosewood calls "losing his free soul". His only way out is to create a trumpet and practice from scratch, or wait for some warrior to come and uproot Xerdo.

In a sense, "Qiankun" is much fairer than the real world, and even if you can open a plug-in, it is not necessarily a 100% good thing.

Xue Duo was one with him, and he also knew his thoughts, so he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, host, of course I will do my best!" Look at it! ”

The next moment, Qingyi was stunned.

A long time ago, Xue Duo was a guy who didn't have a sense of existence if he didn't speak, and sometimes Qingyi even forgot the existence of this thing; But now after letting it master the body, Qingyi understands what is the real "no sense of existence"! Just walking in the shadows, the skeleton in the suit is like a phantom, without the slightest breath leaking out! This kind of "no sense of existence" is not only external, but also internal, Qingyi feels that he can't even reveal a little bit of the soul wavelength! It's no wonder that Shadow Demon is a master assassination among otherworldly creatures, and this ability to eliminate its own existence is really rare in all planes!

An elf female player was shocked, and then quickly responded, shouting: "No need to lock the breath, just use the naked eye to locate it!" As soon as he finished speaking, the arrows shot at the skeleton in the suit. The skeleton in the suit dodged left and right, always hit an arrow, and then fell apart.

It's a pity that it's just a [shadow clone] moving forward with a skull on its head. The skull had obviously just been plucked from some dead man, and the brains that had not yet been poured out of their eyes were like milky tears.

Shadow Jump.

The skeleton in the suit stepped up to the elven female player, leaned forward slightly, and quietly took her head with his left hand, kissing her on the lips with a little toughness but tenderness—with his cold, tongueless mouth. The female player's eyes widened in horror and she couldn't resist, and then her body jerked as a sharp black prisk poked out of the back of her head, amputating her spinal cord and pronouncing her dead.

Shadow Jump.

The black streamers swirled out around the skeleton in the suit, and they were fired instantly, like a cobra probe, or like a chameleon sticking out its tongue; It seems to be a random attack, but in fact it is extremely accurate, each blow severely hurts an enemy, and several people are unable to react, or their heads are cut off, or their stomachs are immediately broken. A few warriors who did not know whether they were alive or dead pounced on them, and before they could reach the side of the suit, they were dismantled. The skeleton in the suit smiled politely at the dead one by one, and if he appeared in human form, he might be able to make people feel like a spring breeze.

Shadow Jump.

As soon as it flashed, the skeleton in the suit snorted softly and tilted its head slightly. The [Sniper] of the Rock Trigger misses. The skeleton in the suit took a few more steps, and then shouted contrivedly, and on the side of his body, he flashed [Sniper] again. He just walked forward in the face of the gunfire, and his movements were so small that people thought he was a slacker, and it was too much trouble to deviate a few centimeters more. His hands were still in his pockets, and his jaws clicked as if he were mocking.

Rock Trigger's eyes burned. He obviously used the law "abstraction" to digitize everything in his field of vision, and the error between each shot and the predetermined position would not exceed 0.00000 centimeters, which has reached the limit of accuracy in the world, but the skeleton in the suit can flash by a fraction of a centimeter, even if it is done with the addition of a shadow environment, this reaction is enough to make people look at it!

Yo, there is no doubt that this is a pioneer of the other world! That's a lot of weight!

"Cut the song, Rhapsody's Holythunderforce." Poaching experts calm down and lose their expressions.

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(Looking back at "Blasphemy", I am full of emotion)

(Without the sinister and despicable Rogge, there may not be a paranoid and cold Qingyi; Without the Seven Kings of the Wind Moon and the Dead World, there might not be the White Bone Tyrant and many Necromantic Kings; Without the plot arrangement of Yanyu Jiangnan, there would be no "sadistic heart" as I now call it)

("The Dead" has been written for 1.6 million words so far, and I am very happy, no book friend feels that "The Dead" and "Blasphemy" are similar.) At this point, "The Dead" can be regarded as going out of its own way)