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Chapter 50
In front of the throne of bones, there are many bones.

The aliens quickly came closer.

Looking at the necromancer on the throne, Godot, who is also of the same line, trembled slightly in his heart at this moment.

Even the orc Man Sanhu, who has always been calm and Buddhist, was unavoidably shaken at this moment.

"Is it finally going to succeed?" Several people of the foreign race couldn't help thinking.

But the atmosphere between the few people began to slowly become a little strange.

Before the mutual suspicion came, they only talked about joining forces, but did not talk about the final distribution of benefits.

Since it is not stated clearly, it is very simple. Whoever snatches the inheritance scepter after a while will naturally belong to him.

Facing the Necromancer who had no melee ability on the throne of bones, everyone was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

At this time, Ding Zongzhang also came under the throne of bones with his sword.

But the foreign race ignored him, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

At this time, everyone is preserving their strength so that they can grab the scepter inheritance for themselves later.

"Whoever grabs it first gets it!"

I don't know who said it first.

As soon as these words came out, it was like a gunshot before a sprint.

As the words stopped, the people under the throne of bones began to gallop.

The real competition is about to begin!

And the Necromancer on the Throne of Bones seemed to feel his twilight.

His body under the cloak trembled slightly, and the bird-headed scepter in his hand was releasing more black halos.

“Como #￥more!#!##”

Immediately afterwards, countless skeletons sprang up on the ground again.

Hundreds of bone shield skeletons, thirty flame skeleton knights.
Ding Zongzhang and many other races will face a fierce battle, and whoever can walk to the final throne will win the final victory.

Under the throne of bones, not only them, but the assistants brought by the foreign race, Jiang Ming and Zhou Dazhuang, were in chaos.

1 minutes ago.

"Jiangzi, what are you talking about? We also want to go under the throne of bones?" Zhou Dazhuang asked.

"Aliens have assistants, so Ding Yanwang is not allowed to have assistants?" Jiang Ming said.

"Ding Yan Wang's assistants are protecting the forward position."

"So, we must go."

Zhou Dazhuang shook his head like a rattle drum: "No, no, it's too dangerous, and I won't go even if I'm killed."

"Don't go?"

"Don't go!"

"Really not going?"

"I really don't go!"

"Don't pull it down, don't let me go!" After speaking, Jiang Ming flicked his sleeves, raised his knife and went to kill under the throne of bones.

I saw him in ragged clothes, raising and lowering the broken army in his hand, among the skeletons, he was alone, so desolate.

"Go to the fuck!" Zhou Dazhuang swears, and then slowly leans towards Jiang Ming, carrying the scapegoat that has reappeared.

He finally couldn't stand it anymore, he knew it would be like this, the refusal on his lips couldn't cover up his hot heart.

Zhou Dazhuang was just a little afraid of death, but in this battlefield full of life and death, no one dared to say that he was not afraid of death, not even Jiang Ming.

There is a coward hidden in everyone's heart, but as the knife in his hand continues to be stained with blood, this coward will gradually dissipate.

"Jiang Ming, wait for me!"

Hearing Zhou Dazhuang's yell, Jiang Ming, who was killing among the skeletons, raised his mouth and couldn't help showing a reassuring smile on his face.

"Jiang Ming, wait for me!" Zhou Dazhuang finally joined Jiang Ming.

"I've already said, if you don't go, you still have to go." His mouth was slightly crying: "Go. But people will die."

Jiang Ming's face was relieved: "What if I die? Have you forgotten that Da Zhuang doesn't want to be born in the same year and the same month, but wants to be born in the same year and the same month."

"Get out, don't listen to the bastard's chanting!" Zhou Dazhuang kept shaking his head: "Hurry up, or Ding Yanwang will be gone if you don't go!"

In the endless sea of ​​skeletons, two figures are moving forward.

One person is responsible for the defense with the blame on his shoulders, while the other is constantly swinging and falling the sharp blade in his hand.

The figures of the two kept coming into view of all the freshmen.

At this time, everyone suddenly felt a feeling in their hearts, maybe these two guys are the best partner combination!

As for Zhao Sanyuan, who was guarding the blood-colored banner, only now did he know how much pressure he had to withstand to hold the banner and not fall down.

The skeletons are densely packed, and the bright red is like a lighthouse in the dark.

There is no most, only more.

Not everyone can guard this banner, not everyone can stand beside this banner!
At this time, Zhao Sanyuan finally understood that Ding Zongzhang asked Jiang Ming to guard him instead of letting him guard him, and some things were doomed.

It's just that I always feel good about myself, and I lack the humility that I should have.

As time passed, Zhao Sanyuan finally knew how much Jiang Ming had borne beside this banner.

Looking at Jiang Ming's thin body in the distance, in the tide sea of ​​skeletons, it is as small as an ant, but it stands so tall.

I am not as good as Jiang Ming. This is the most real thought in Zhao Sanyuan's heart at this moment.

A passage suddenly popped up in his heart:

A body capable of raising the moon must have supported countless sunsets.

The horizontal knife stands upright, the body is straight, paying tribute to the countless ancestors guarding the flag...

At this moment, Zhao Sanyuan, who came all the way smoothly, finally had a glimmer of understanding in his heart.

The battlefield at this time is actually in chaos.

The alien teams are fighting on their own. As the necromancer on the throne of bones is threatened with his life, Huaxia's freshmen will also be under greater pressure.

Under the Throne of Bones, although Flame Skull Knights and Bone Shield Skeletons are very powerful, there are also many of them.

However, after all, they still couldn't stop the foreign race and Ding Zongzhang.

It takes a certain amount of time to slash and slash battles, but if you blindly dodge and avoid battles, these skeletons without much intelligence will have no more ways to take down the opponent after all.

The target of the foreign race and Ding Zongzhang is very obvious, that is the necromancer on the throne.

As long as he is dead, everything will naturally be resolved.

But now, you only need to dodge and keep moving forward, and you will get closer and closer to the goal!
As for the necromancer on the throne, it seems that he cannot leave the throne, and his butt seems to be connected to the throne of bones.

It knows that danger is approaching.

The bird-head scepter in the hands of the necromancer also kept flickering, summoning more undead skeletons to stand in front of him.

Just when the situation was chaotic and everyone was in a mess, a figure was like a ghost, quietly passed through many figures, and finally came under the throne of bones.

By the time everyone found out, it was already too late.

Someone actually came under the throne of bones ahead of schedule.

Everyone looked intently, and it was Godot!

He is of the same vein as the necromancer on the throne of bones, and he is also an undead. Presumably, he has mastered more secrets that are unknown.

Even through the secret method of the undead, taking advantage of the melee of the crowd, he came under the throne of bones.

But Gordo did not attack the Necromancer, who was weak in melee combat.

I saw him suddenly prostrating with both hands and kneeling.

Everyone looked at Godot who was prostrate on the ground and dressed in a black robe.

At this time, he is like a devout believer.

"Undead Godot, meet the messenger of Hades."

(End of this chapter)