Led by Franji, the ghost wolves marched through the forest with the sharpest posture, and if you looked down from above, there was a purple-black wave, and there was a bright red that dripped blood from the front end. The dead leaves made a dense cracking sound under their claws, and it seemed as if the entire forest was trembling under their momentum.

And in the air, the rotting vultures, which have always flown chaotically, can also expel a formation and fly at a speed that is not inferior to that of ghost wolves. Their figures almost overlapped with the clouds of death, and only the fluttering of wings could be heard, but their figures could not be seen...... It's simply a formless and colorless Grim Reaper! Waltpole Cullen was grabbed by the vulture king by his right shoulder, his eyes radiating hysterical cruelty, not at all like his usual life.

A Dark Sentinel ......

Well, two players? Bypass it first.

Three dark sentinels.

Five dark sentinels, good, more and more.

"We're almost close to our destination, so notice ahead, two adventurers are walking towards us." Patting Frankie's head under him, Qingyi immersed his mind in the soul fire again, listening to the battle information of the summoned brothers.

Although he didn't know how his master had foreseen the information ahead, Frankie gave the order faithfully. Sure enough, two players who came along the path appeared, and they were still talking and laughing, but when they saw the wolves suddenly rushing towards them, they froze on the spot - not every necromantic player can calmly face the necromantic creature they see for the first time.

"Master, don't you need [battlefield cleaning]?" Passing by the two players, Frankie emboldened himself and asked the master. It didn't do it himself, because the same people behind it were enough to bury two adventurers completely.

"No, you don't. Remember, Franchi, cleaning up the battlefield is the work of the victors, and we haven't won yet. Without even glancing at the two players, Qingyi looked at the gloomy shadows of the trees that kept flying on both sides, and smiled calmly. You are a warrior. If you can, I'd like you to play the role of a blade instead of wasting time picking up money. ”

Frankie said in a deep voice, "I remember it in my heart. I'll grow the next time I advance, so stay tuned. ”

Next time? It's better to avoid it, the gap between intermediate NPCs and high-level NPCs is not something that can be crossed by leaping over. Qingyi smiled, and didn't take his subordinates' words to heart. At the moment, he has only one goal: "Akatsuki".

Soon, the combined army of 30 ghost wolves and 30 rotting vultures was stopped. It was a dark whistle that had not yet been cleared, but it was wiped out before it could not even lift a wave. Despite this, the small village in front of him got the news and entered a battle state in an instant.

The first ghost wolf to rush into the village was immediately shot into a durian, and although it looked miserable, its natural half-ghost, half-living body kept it a trace of blood, allowing it to pounce on the surprised elven archer in front of it and bite its throat fiercely. At the same time, the rotting vultures took over the arrow towers on both sides of the village gate, and the two skeleton shelves were thrown down.

"When I go back, I'll have to talk to Master Patra and put a few more arrow towers." Qingyi thought and jumped to the ground: "Go ahead, Frankie." ”

Ghost wolves and rotting vultures attacked like crazy, as if they weren't the ones who had been killed or wounded. Without a master to sit on his back, Frankie could stretch his bone spurs without hesitation and roar to launch the [Blood Red Raid]. The Instructor Archer, who was leading a group of players in the resistance, was slammed into a wooden wall by the red lightning, and flew out of the room unconscious. The player's formation was fed, and a short-blooded archer player flew upside down with nothing but a bone spur to go, leaving only a little blood!

"You lowly beast!" The Warrior Mentor shouted angrily, waving his two-handed sword and lunging.

Frankie suddenly twisted his body and activated the [Phosphor Phantom], and the five Frankies pounced on the five targets in separate heads. When the Warrior Mentor slashed down the clone in front of him with a single sword, the other Frankie gave up his original goal and came behind the Warrior Mentor with a few turns at an incredible speed!

"I'm not a livestock." With two front paws on the shoulders of the warrior mentor, as if whispered by a lover, Frankie said, "The master said, I am a warrior." [Triple Torture]! ”

The warrior mentor was shocked and slashed his big sword with his backhand, trying to pierce Frankie's abdomen! It's a pity that a whip suddenly thrown from the side tied his wrist and stopped his next move!

Afterwards......

There is no more after, and the neck of the warrior mentor is not steel, and it cannot withstand three bites. Before the archer mentor over there could rise from his dizziness, a bunch of rotting vultures landed on him and ate merrily.

Whew! A few fireballs burned the vultures to charcoal, and the rest of the vultures flew away when they saw that the situation was not good, but the soul fire of the archer mentor had dissipated and could not die again. The magician mentor who sent out the [Fireball Technique] trembled with anger and pointed his wand at Frankie: "You, you demons! ”

Shout!

Another elusive arrow interrupted the magic that the mage's mentor was preparing. Qingyi didn't want to talk nonsense with the enemy at all, and the knights and warriors went up to beat them up and sent the magician mentor to meet the god of souls. Soon, the village was uprooted, and both players and NPCs were slaughtered. As a price, the ghost wolves and the rotting vultures both suffered heavy casualties, and the combined number of them was less than ten, which can be said to be a pyrrhic victory. But this was originally one of Qingyi's plans, so it was still within the acceptable range.

The limping Frankie came to Qingyi and bowed his head deeply: "Master, please forgive me for my incompetence and failure to find Plato." ”

Cocking Erlang's legs on one of the best carved chairs in the entire village, Qingyi didn't talk to Frankie right away, but communicated with the summoned brother on the soul, and then smiled: "It's okay, I think he has already escaped." After all, the Death Sacrifice is the patriarch of this village, and he will not die in such a sneak attack. ”

Suddenly, a figure flashed behind Qing Yi - it was actually the [Stealth] Assassin Mentor for a long time! Frankie heard the wind, but it was too late, and as soon as he stood up, he rushed up to protect his master!

"Why...... Why does everyone think my Soul Eye is an ornament? Qingyi pressed his forehead and muttered to himself with a headache.

Shout!

The Mentor of the Assassins was defeated, and immediately flew backwards, pulling out the arrow that pierced through the wrist! But two daggers came out from behind him: [Backstab]! But it was the praying mantis catching the cicada, the yellow finch behind, and the Assassin Mentor was put down by another peer who also knew how to forbear.

A skeletal archer came out from the back of the house, a few lightning sparks flashing from its body, and it held a small* handful, with a dense bone-turn of bone arrows in a cloth bag at its waist. This is the fifth summoned little brother after Qingyi reaches level 20, and the archer who has been called for a long time. It is precisely because of it that Qingyi is more confident in winning this blitzkrieg, after all, it is difficult for the assassins alone to knock out all the dark whistles.

However, Qingyi was still very dissatisfied. Manipulating five combat units at the same time (not counting himself) is dazzling just by switching perspectives (I didn't see him sitting on a chair and setting up a shelf), not to mention the high-end combat skills such as "coordinated rhythm" and "formation change". It's okay to run into a brainless NPC, but if you run into a slightly higher-grade player, it's definitely a big loss.

I heard that Yu Qingfeng can manipulate six flying swords at the same time, and Jiang Huahuo can also cooperate with each other in four clones with completely different natures...... Is it really something that human nerves can do? Or is it a plug-in? ……

Putting these thoughts behind him, Qingyi instructed Waltpole: "Let the rotten vultures bring the skeleton soldiers, and bring back all the corpses, and all the valuable things...... Including wood. The house is all demolished, remember to leave a wall for me. Hurry, hurry, hurry! Control five characters at the same time...... I still need to exercise! ”

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Plato, the Priest of Death, stared blankly at the village in front of him, and behind him were twenty or thirty walking dead elves. Contrary to what Qingyi thought, Plato did not flee, but went to the Iron Rope Mountains to collect the remnants of the "Rainbow Flower".

However, when he returned, he was already ...... It's too late!

One after another bloody paw prints remained on the ground, hideous and eye-catching, like a demon walking by. The village was in shambles, and all the clansmen and buildings had vanished into thin air, as if they had never existed. And on one wall, which has not yet been demolished, a fuchsia signature stands out: June Sunshine. In Plato's eyes, the signature seemed to be mocking himself.

"June Sunshine, I'm going to kill you! Ahh ”