"What!"
The demonized gnolls in the front only saw a few black shadows before being knocked down and screaming. The trolls and ratmen following behind were not any better off. The three of them rushed the fastest and were taken care of by the skeleton wasteland wolves, and were the first to attack.
The three demonized creatures wanted to struggle, but there were more than twenty skeleton wolves surrounding them, so the struggle was completely futile. The demonized creatures behind them were a step slower, which saved them and gave them time to prepare to deal with the skeleton wolves.
The slowest one fell behind. The demonized minotaur, who was originally very anxious, was shocked when he saw this and turned around and ran away. He had no intention of helping his companions. They were a temporary team anyway, so he didn't feel bad about selling them off. Instead, he felt that if these guys could buy him time to escape, it would be a good use of their resources.
He turned around and ran for just two steps when he saw a few more red lights appearing in the passage, and they were approaching him quickly.
What?
The demonized minotaur was a little confused, but he didn't stop walking because there was a skeleton wolf following behind him. If he didn't run, he would be caught up.
He had no doubt that the bright spots in front were the undead. After all, he had heard in the city of Komeilan that the soul fire of the undead was blue, and the bright spots in front were red. They were definitely not the undead. Perhaps they were people who came out to hunt like him, and the bright spots might very well be their torches or something like that.
But what he didn't expect was that they were really undead, a group of giant porpoises charging with their heads lowered. Fortunately, he went up to them and faced the giant porpoises charging at full speed head-on.
"Wow..."
It was too late for the Minotaur to dodge. Although he tried his best to swing the stone club in his hand and knocked away the giant porpoise in front of him, the giant porpoises behind him hit him hard, five or six of them in a row, knocking him back and falling to the ground, while more giant porpoises ran past him.
Bones, bones are broken.
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, the demonized minotaur reached out with difficulty and touched his chest and ribs. He had been hit hard by the blows just now. Fortunately, those giant porpoise undead did not stop, otherwise he would have been dead by now.
He could tell that his sternum and ribs had varying degrees of damage, especially his ribs, several of which must have been broken. Now it was extremely painful to move at all.
The demonized minotaur slowly moved his body and barely sat up against the stone wall. He took a few deep breaths, but his face was distorted by pain and he kept coughing.
His eyes lit up, and he looked up blankly, only to see a human-shaped skeleton with a blood-red glow standing in front of him, staring at him.
The demonized minotaur was shocked. Seeing that the undead was staring at him in a daze, he slowly moved his arms, grabbed the stone stick that fell on the ground, and held it tightly. He felt much more at ease. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he swung the stone stick hard, intending to kill the undead in front of him.
He was in this state now, injured, and had difficulty moving. There were skeleton wasteland wolves and skeleton giant porpoises behind him. It would be difficult to escape from those guys, but if he could kill the undead in front of him and absorb his soul fire, maybe he could heal his wounds and escape.
Those demonized creatures who had fought against the undead almost described soul fire as a panacea that could not only help them become stronger, but also cure diseases and injuries. It didn't matter whether the demonized minotaur believed it or not, as he had no other choice at the moment.
But just as he was about to swing the stone stick, his arm was suddenly pulled. His arm was already injured, and the pull caused the stone stick to slip out of his hand and hit the wall on the side, breaking some stones.
Demonized Minotaur: o(Д)っ!
He turned his head and saw that his two bony arms were tightly clasping his arms. In the shadows, a skeletal undead half-stuck out of its body, staring at him intently with black soul fire, as if mocking him, and as if laughing at his arrogance.
The violent skeleton turned his head to look at the stone stick that hit the wall and fell to the ground, then looked at the minotaur in front of him, his mouth slightly opened, and he became angry. He walked forward and was about to hammer the minotaur when he saw the dark skeleton pull out a dagger and lightly slashed the minotaur's throat.
"Forehead……"
The demonized minotaur covered his neck, but he couldn't control the stinking blood, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.
The dark skeleton ignored the demonized minotaur and raised the bone knife in his hand, shaking it towards the violent skeleton with a smug look on his face.
First blood, mine, are you angry?
The soul fire of the violent skeleton suddenly increased and burned fiercely. He pointed at the dark skeleton and couldn't say anything for a long time. He was so angry that he was shaking and his bones were crackling.
I'm the one who controls those giant skeleton porpoises, so the head of this big guy should also be mine. How shameless of you to steal his head!
The dark skeleton was very proud, swaying left and right, and before the violent skeleton could punch him, he retreated into the shadows.
"ah--"
The spreading wave of the soul's roar exploded, and the violent skeleton was almost driven mad by the dark skeleton. He finally controlled himself with great difficulty, but it was of no use. The demonized minotaur was dead, and the dark skeleton also ran away. No matter how angry he was, he could not kill the demonized minotaur again.
Unhappy and angry.
When the undead no longer fought the demonized creatures head-on, but instead resorted to conspiracies, traps, sneak attacks, and guerrilla warfare, it was a disaster.
The demonized creatures had no idea about the undead. Their knowledge of the undead came from rumors and information from people in the big city of Komeran. Everyone told them that the undead were extremely stupid, and as long as they were strong enough and rushed forward stubbornly, they could kill the undead. No one had ever said that the undead would use dirty tricks.
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