Climbing up the second hill, a dilapidated village came into view.

From the outside, the village in front of you is no different from the village where the cat charms live.

A small bungalow made entirely of logs, with a courtyard several times the size of the house enclosed by a low fence in front of the small bungalow. Thick snow piled up on the rooftops, and long icicles hung from the eaves.

What is more interesting is that both inside and outside the village, the snow on the ground is neat, and there is not a single footprint.

The villagers went to other places to hide from the wind and snow like cat charms? Or is it ...... They were all killed in a blizzard?

Lady Moghley didn't seem to think much of it, and strode forward at once, as if to check on the situation in the village. As a paladin, it is her duty to help civilians who are suffering from disasters.

Seeing this, Fang Qiuling hurriedly followed. He didn't speak, but pulled out the Bright Strike from his waist, then reversed the blade and handed the sword to Lady Mogre. At the same time, he also drew another long sword from his waist.

The crystal sword radiates a radiant glow. The light fell on the snow, creating a distinct shadow.

Miss Moghley's gaze immediately froze. She is no stranger to the Strike of the Light, and the special effects of the "Undead Searchlight" are even clearer. At this moment, the light on the long sword was bright and stable, and it was obvious that there were undead who were not weak in the vicinity.

She nodded slightly, and without saying a word, she was struck by Zhanguang, and then took the lead.

Pastor Tom and Eddard followed, too. They immediately began to prepare for the war. One untied his two-handed axe from his back, and the other grabbed the mace from his waist.

There was no need to talk or communicate, and in a breath the four of them had already completed a battle formation with Ms. Mogre as the arrow.

Little by little, the snow-capped bungalows approached. Through the cracks in the door, there was silence in the room, and the faint fire was completely extinguished, without the slightest fire. Moving his gaze slightly, the scene of the house on the other side also came into view, and it was also uninhabited and silent.

Ms. Mogre raised her left hand and typed out a series of sign words simply and quickly. Pastor Eddard, who was in the last row, immediately understood, and began to chant in a low voice.

A moment later, a blue-white light bloomed in Pastor Ed's hands, and the light swept silently towards the village.

At the moment when the light swept over the village, the peaceful village seemed to come to life. In the thick snow, hunched figures kept turning over and crawling up, and a large number of roars squeezed out from the depths of their throats immediately sounded around them, and a dazzling red light flashed on the figures that climbed up—a sign that camp monitoring had been judged evil!

"Ghoul!"

Pastor Ed immediately recognized the undead creature in front of him.

"No!" The undead creatures in front of him also fell into Fang Qiuling's eyes, and he immediately recognized from many details that they were not ghouls, but ghouls' "advanced" creatures, "They are 'demon ghosts'!" ”

Old Tom then asked, "Demons? What's the difference? ”

"It's no different! That is, the strength is a little bigger, the speed is a little faster, the skin is a little thicker, and it is a little more difficult! ”

"Hah! Got it! ”

In the midst of a brief conversation, the demons attacked. They leap from the modest roof of a small bungalow, their sharp paws reaching forward like mad dogs.

Lady Moghley didn't flinch, and the Strike of Light shone even brighter in her hand, slaying the flying demons in an instant.

The demon slashed by the blow of the blue light split in two from top to bottom, and black blood splattered everywhere along with countless black pieces of flesh. An indescribable stench filled the air.

"Try not to get their blood dirty! Poison in blood! Fang Qiuling hurriedly reminded, "And! This stench is also poisonous! ”

The second demon swooped in head-on, and Ms. Mogre had originally planned to use one sword and two stages, but Fang Qiuling's instant reminder made her instantly change her move, changing her slash to swing a racket.

There was a muffled "bump", and the demon flew out like a baseball. Its head and neck twisted at a bizarre angle, its limbs snapped, and it slammed into the snow-covered roof in a beautiful arc through the air, and then fell off the roof again.

The snow poured down from the rooftops, burying the demon's body in an instant.

A simple swing didn't seem to be anything special, but Fang Qiuling's gaze was a little more surprised.

The sign of the Black Iron rank is the release of fighting energy. The exerted fighting energy is combined with various martial arts to produce different attack traits such as concussion, sharpness, extension, and so on. The long sword uses slashing and piercing as the main means of attack, so the most important trait after the combination of swordsmanship and fighting spirit is sharpness.

It is not surprising that Ms. Mogley's first sword slashed the flying demon in two. Fang Qiuling thought that he could do it, but the amplitude of his movements was greater, and he couldn't swing it freely. However, with the swing of the second sword, the demon did not have a wound on the appearance, but looked like it had been smashed by a heavy weapon and flew out, which is very intriguing.

One moment it was sharp, the next it turned into a shock. Such a quick transformation of the attack trait, with the strength of the Black Iron Rank...... It seems hard to be hard. If it's a silver rank, even if it's a silver beginner, then it's not a difficult thing.

- She must have completed elemental civilization, right?

Fang Qiuling was conjecturing as he raised his long sword and slashed at the attacking demons.

Demons are undoubtedly more powerful than ghouls. No matter how you look at it, you can think of the demon as an advanced form of ghoul. While they are more powerful, faster, and thicker-skinned, they also have a slightly higher "IQ", are more cunning, and know how to avoid good fortune and avoid evil.

However, even if they are stronger than ghouls, demons are still low-level undead and cannon fodder. Needless to say, Lady Mogre, who was the strongest and probably the first rank of silver, was hardly a match for the other three.

Hiding under the snow is a good tactic. The undead have no body temperature, they don't need to breathe or eat, and they have a very good "patience" and can hide for as long as they want. However, it is very unfortunate that they have encountered experienced clergy, and one faction monitoring is all exposed.

The demons and ghosts that came in a surging manner were menacing, but soon they were all beheaded, and they lay on the ground. The air is full of foul odors, and the picturesque snowy village has become a hell in the blink of an eye.

Is it over? Of course not. The demon is just an appetizer, and the meal has just appeared.

The thin old man walked out of the room slowly on crutches. He didn't look anything special, and many small villages had one or two wizened old men who looked about the same. But no one would think of him as an ordinary bad old man, because the top and drooping ornament of the crutch he was holding in his hand was like a series of fleshy heads!

No need to recognize, no need to utter words, the necromancer attacked as soon as he appeared. I saw him raise the crutch in his hand and point forward, and a series of ripples immediately rippled in the air.

"Hmm!"

The four of them let out a muffled snort at the same time. An inexplicable force suddenly appeared in the body, constantly tearing at the organs in the body. The severe pain caused the internal organs to circulate, which not only made people's hands and feet weak, but also made people breathless.

- Mark of Pain!

Fang Qiuling immediately found the corresponding spell in his mind.

The Mark of Pain is a necromantic spell that is not fatal, but can cause severe pain. People who are not strong-willed will even faint in pain!

Although he knew which spell it was, Fang Qiuling had no clue how to counter or target this spell. All he could do was hold on to his teeth, and then rush up to give the necromancer a sword......

There was a sudden roar not far from him, and he saw a figure flying towards the necromancer like an arrow shot from the string.

The blue light protected his body, and the long sword in his hand turned into a giant blade more than two meters long. The strength displayed by Ms. Mogre undoubtedly verified Fang Qiuling's guess - Wind Elemental Enlightenment!

With the strength of the silver rank, he urged the sword qi, plus the special effect of the Strike of Zhanguang on the undead. As long as this sword is slashed, the necromancer in front of him will definitely die.

The wicked are often known for their cunning and are not prepared for anything, so can they show up recklessly? The answer, of course, is no.

An undead who was equally thin but had a strong feel stopped Ms. Mogley. It had no weapons, but it didn't flinch and slammed its body into the Dawn of Light.

There was a soft "poof" sound, like a hot knife cutting butter, and the blow of Zhanguang easily pierced through the undead's thin body, instantly cutting through most of its body with a single stab and drag. However, the undead constitution gives the undead the ability to ignore serious injuries, and it can still move as if it were not injured. I saw it reach forward with its hands and arms inward, an unusually ferocious grappling.

Ms. Moghley certainly won't get caught, and a simple sideways spin dodges the takedown. The Blow of Light in her hand swirled like a windmill and slashed down on the undead.

A thin arm flew into the sky in an instant.

- It may seem strong, but that's exactly what it is!

Lady Moghley didn't mean to underestimate the undead, but she hit them hard between the two moves. She won't be too much of a scrutiny.

But before she could completely get out of the range of the undead's arm, she heard a voice behind her shout:

"It's a puppet of the flesh! Be careful! It will blow itself up! ”

Fang Qiuling recognized the new enemy for the first time, and immediately endured the pain in his chest and abdomen and shouted. ：

Almost as soon as the words fell, the undead's thin body began to swell. The original bluish purple skin was immediately dyed with a layer of red, a red gushing out from the inside out.

Seeing this, Lady Moghley immediately dodged back without hesitation.

In the next moment, a loud bang resounded through the village.