“Boom boom boom—!”

The blue sword energy was like an eagle spreading its wings and flying forward, sweeping everything along the way into the violent wind and waves. Before the skeleton soldiers could raise their swords, they saw the green eagle spreading its wings and flying over their heads. The wind and waves that followed swept them in, carrying these skeletons backwards like driftwood, and then slammed heavily into the stalactite wall next to them, breaking them into pieces.

"Let's go!"

"yes……"

Looking at the high-spirited Shi Dong in front of him, Fang Zheng sighed helplessly and followed him into the depths of the tunnel. Frankly speaking, he still envied Shi Dong's swordsmanship. The great knight's strength was indeed impressive, especially his AOE skills. Although Fang Zheng himself also had the Royal Cross Swordsmanship passed down from Arthas, and its power was not much worse than Shi Dong's Storm Sword, he always felt a little awkward. For some reason, this feeling became stronger after he trained in the free copy Dark Soul. Originally, Fang Zheng thought that his feeling about this swordsmanship was caused by his unfamiliarity with the sword itself, but after the cruel and life-threatening training in Dark Soul, Fang Zheng found that this feeling not only did not weaken, but became stronger.

This was especially true when watching Shi Dong fight. The Storm Sword was so smooth in his hands that it was like dancing and pleasing to the eyes. But when Fang Zheng used the Royal Cross Sword, he always felt a little... awkward. He couldn't tell where it was awkward, but it was just awkward. Especially with this comparison, the feeling was even more obvious. If Shi Dong's swordsmanship looked like a gear that was lubricated and kept running, then Fang Zheng's swordsmanship was a bit like a gear without oil - it could turn, but how it turned was another question.

I have to talk this matter over with Shi Dong after the battle.

Fang Zheng also knew that now was not the time to talk about this, so he didn't say much, just followed behind Shi Dong. Miss M didn't come down with them. For Shi Dong and Fang Zheng, it would be safer for her to stay up there. At the same time, Connie also needed someone to take care of her. Fang Zheng didn't have any good feelings for that crazy woman, so he just handed it over to the soft girl.

What was giving Fang Zheng a headache now was actually Shi Dong. This great knight's method was just as simple and crude as Fang Zheng had imagined. He just rushed in and hacked at anything that moved. Fang Zheng hadn't had time to make a move yet. The skeletons that had rushed over after hearing the news were basically torn into pieces by Shi Dong.

Fang Zheng just shrugged helplessly, not saying much. Having lived two lives, he was not a fool, and of course he could see that Shi Dong was taking the opportunity to vent his anger. He was also very clear that Malte and the others would probably never come back. Fang Zheng was not sure about the relationship between Shi Dong and Malte, but at least he could see that they had a good relationship, otherwise Shi Dong would not have come here to look for them. And now, Shi Dong had to watch his colleagues die, and he must feel uncomfortable.

But as a mature knight, Shi Dong certainly would not act like a young boy who just came out of his rut ​​and say "let's die together". He could only vent his depression and unhappiness in this way.

It was precisely because of this that Fang Zheng wisely chose not to mention his swordsmanship problems to Shi Dong at this time. Even if Shi Dong had a good temper, he would not be in the mood to help him clear up his doubts at the moment, not to mention that after having been with Shi Dong for such a long time, Fang Zheng had long understood that the great knight's temper was not that good.

The resistance of the undead had no effect in front of Shi Dong. Those undead soldiers who rushed over were smashed into pieces by Shi Dong before they even had time to show their strength. As a result, after this happened three times, they no longer appeared. It was unknown whether they were scared by Shi Dong or the lich was no longer in the mood to care about these uninvited guests.

If it's the latter, that's not a good thing.

Shi Dong and Fang Zheng quickened their pace. Although the quarry had been abandoned, fortunately the tunnel looked solid, so they didn't have to worry about the roof of their heads suddenly collapsing. However, the deeper they went, the gloomier their faces became. It was not only because the breath of death became stronger the deeper they went, but also because the lich had not made any movement so far.

Obviously, this plan doesn't seem to be going so smoothly.

"There!"

When the two of them turned a corner along the tunnel, they immediately saw a large hole not far away. When they saw the scene inside clearly, Shi Dong's face suddenly darkened. Even Fang Zheng frowned at this moment.

In the middle of the big hole, more than a dozen corpses were lying on the ground. They were wearing Templar armor, but their appearance was unbearable to look at - their muscles seemed to have completely melted, leaving only skin wrapped around bones, which looked extremely scary. And under their bodies, the blood slowly flowing was so clear that it was even a little dazzling.

Fang Zheng didn't know what they had been through, but from the expressions left on their faces after death, he could tell that it must have been a very painful experience.

“You bastard!!”

Looking at the lich floating in the center of the hole, Shi Dong roared, then he raised the giant sword in his hand and chopped it forward. With Shi Dong's action, the hawk reappeared, but this time it was almost twice as big as before. With a sharp cry, the huge bird formed by the condensation of airflow flapped its wings and quickly swooped down on the lich in the air with a trace of afterimage. Facing Shi Dong's all-out sword, the figure floating in the air just turned his head, raised a staff in his hand that looked like a dry branch, and lightly tapped it.

The next moment, Fang Zheng saw a black beam of light shooting out from the staff and hitting the body of the Storm Hawk. Then an unimaginable scene happened - the Storm Hawk, which was condensed by the power of the Star Spirit and composed entirely of wind elements, actually began to struggle and scream like a living creature. It flapped its wings twice weakly, and then fell to the ground, silently turning into dust. Shi Dong's own situation was not very good. When the beam of light hit the Storm Hawk, his face suddenly changed. At that moment, he could feel a cold big hand reaching into his body and holding his heart.

But fortunately, his strong body withstood the blow, otherwise, it would not just be his hawk that fell. Even so, Shi Dong's face changed several times, and he gritted his teeth to resist the death force that penetrated deep into his body and persevered.

But for Shi Dong, there is something that scares him even more. The opponent can catch his Storm Swordsmanship and kill him directly. This situation can only happen under one condition, that is, the power level of the opponent is much higher than Shi Dong. Therefore, in the power duel between the two sides, the party with a higher power level will show an overwhelming advantage and present the form of the power law he has mastered. And this lich can actually "kill" his swordsmanship power. In Shi Dong's memory, only one person can do this!

"This is the power of the realm of death... Are you Frank, the Bone Duke of the Ten Thousand Dead Council? It's actually you?!"

Damn it!

Fang Zheng was also shocked when he heard Shi Dong's question. During the time he was with Shi Dong in the Temple, he had not only trained in swordsmanship, so he naturally had some understanding of the enemies of the Temple of Order. The Temple currently had three major enemies, one of which was the Church of the Day of Destruction, to which Fang Zheng's original body belonged. The remaining two were the Council of the Dead and the Dusk Legion. The Dusk Legion was located on the border of civilization, and their goal was to completely destroy all symbols of order and civilization. The pursuit of the Council of the Dead was more "grand", and they believed that the meaning of all life in this world was death, so death was the eternal theme in this world, and both chaos and order would return to the silence of death.

Frankly speaking, if the Dusk Legion and the Church of the Day of Doom still have a common goal to join forces, then the Council of the Dead is almost the enemy of all people on both sides of Chaos and Order. After all, they don't care whether you are Order or Chaos, they just want to pull you to experience the "true meaning of death", which is definitely not acceptable to both Paladins and Cultists.

Not to mention that the teachings of the Council of the Dead are too hated. On the one hand, they preach that "the goddess of order will eventually fall", and then turn around and say "the end of Dusk Chaos is about to come"... They have offended both sides.

What's even worse is that this organization is full of undead creatures. All the undead creatures on the entire continent are concentrated here, not to mention liches, there are also things like bone dragons and even death messengers. This is why both Order and Chaos hate the Council of the Dead but dare not easily attack them - the other party is too powerful, and if they are not careful, they will get themselves into trouble.

Not only that, what scares everyone the most about the Council of Death is that they are very good at "persuasion and education". In history, there have been many famous heroes who tried to destroy these undead maniacs living in the shadows, but unfortunately, their endings were no different - they set out in high spirits, then lost contact, and then when they appeared in front of everyone again, they had become undead slaves.

The Duke of Bones Frank is one of the five members of the Ten Thousand Deaths Council, in charge of the death domain, and his status is second only to the chairman of the Ten Thousand Deaths Council. Although Shi Dong also guessed that this lich might be difficult to deal with, he did not expect that he would be such a difficult character.

This is trouble!

Looking at the figure of the lich floating in front of him, Fang Zheng frowned.

He was sure that Shi Dong's previous plan would definitely not be useful.