Heroes of the Invincible Undead

"you……"

The sudden reinforcements immediately made York, who was under heavy pressure, breathed a sigh of relief. If their movements were to take one step at night, the consequences would be disastrous.

"We already know the abnormality of the master, so naturally we can't just sit back and ignore it." Vios, holding the giant sickle, answered York's doubts, "Thanks to Yusia's help, she is familiar with the snowy mountains. , Let me pinpoint your position accurately."

Following the story of Vios, York couldn't help but put his gaze on the ice-blue sacred dragon in the distance, with some gratitude in his eyes. At this critical juncture, thanks to their arrival, the remains of the hero were preserved. .

The arrival of the sacred dragon made the nearby wind and snow worse, and her shot directly turned the tide of the battle. Under the scouring of the ice dragon’s breath, the ogre king instantly turned into an ice sculpture, unable to move at all. Savina, can still rely on the flame of the judge to hold on for a moment, but it is only a matter of time before she loses.

Seeing this situation, York also relieved his heart. With the protection of this legendary culmination sacred dragon, he no longer has to worry about the remains of the hero being taken away. According to the strength of the ogre and the judge, they have no way to be What waves waved under Long's hands.

At this moment, the intense crisis in the perception caused York to turn around abruptly, and he looked at a certain location in the wind and snow, where the outline of a figure slowly appeared.

"How can it be……"

The appearance of that figure caused York to let out an exclamation. He clearly saw that the figure was clearly the culprit for all this, a beautiful woman from hell.

"The King of Lust... Damn it, why did you bother her?"

As the great demon, Vios also recognized the person’s identity at this moment, holding the giant sickle in his hand, and trembling at this moment. If it weren’t for the hostile position at this moment, he would follow the instinct in the devil’s blood. He would even kneel directly in front of the king, but at this moment, he still shook hands with the weapon, blocking York behind him.

"You are not her opponent, hurry up. Don't forget the task that Rod gave you. We will help you hold her."

On the side, the ice-blue sacred dragon, after sensing the person’s breath, couldn’t help but shrink the dragon’s pupils. The threat that person brought to her was the hero Moriel, who was very close to the form of a giant dragon, and was no longer something ordinary creatures could contend. At the point, he immediately uttered words and ordered towards York.

Carrying the remains of the hero, York took a deep look at the two behind him. Under their urging, he rushed towards the weakness of the wind and snow without saying a word.

In the rear, even the howling wind and snow could not hide the loud roar of the dragon and the unwilling roar of the big devil. Listening to their voices, York had no feeling in his heart for a long time. He wanted to stop and face the terrible enemy frankly, but he knew in his heart that once he did this, it would lead to the abandonment of all his previous achievements.

Even for the two in the rear, York couldn't stop his pace. Only by carrying the remains of the hero and moving forward and finally fulfilling the master's order can they live up to their expectations.

The cold couldn't stop York's footsteps, his heart was so hot. Finally, when York, who was running wild, only felt that he was going to be exhausted, the sky of wind and snow showed signs of convergence, and the white snow also came to an end at this moment. What appeared in front of York was a vast dry crack. desert.

The trace belonging to the gate of **** has completely faded from York's eyes at this moment. He successfully crossed the snow-capped mountains, bypassed the gate of hell, and returned to his hometown in blood from another direction.

After many assaults, and once again set foot on Crullod's land, York has no initial excitement in his heart.

The shock from the ground in the distance is reminding York that countless demons are swept past there. Although their target is not the Crullod Desert, who can guarantee that the demons will always be like this?

The exhaustion of the body made York unable to help but slow down, but his heart remained vigilant.

At this moment, York couldn't help but recall the knowledge he had learned in Bracada. It is said that those undead creatures are not tired, they have no touch for a long time, and cannot be measured by all the conventional flesh and blood creatures, but he himself clearly is not like this. For this, York can only attribute it to the magic of the master's ability.

Deepening into the desert, the past reappeared in York's heart a little bit. He remembered the many barbaric creatures who fought side by side with him in the battle for the throne. Unfortunately, he was the only one who returned here in the end.

As York moved forward, there were gradually signs of people in front of him, and a crooked stone building appeared in York's eyes. The green-skinned savage creatures live here, and with their construction techniques, it is obviously impossible to create the neat or magnificent buildings of Elasia or Bracada.

Among those buildings, the one that attracted York's attention the most was a tall stone tablet. In a row of small houses, the stone tablet undoubtedly stood out from the crowd. From a distance, there was a rare sense of solemnity.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, York did not choose a barbarian camp. According to the habit of those savage creatures to drink blood, if they find York, they may catch him and eat him raw, but they can eat everything, so York doesn't want to get in trouble.

At this moment, a loud dragon roar came from behind York.

Feeling the full of breath contained in the dragon roar, York immediately felt happy. It must be that the holy dragon defeated the strong enemy. At this moment, he also passed through the snow mountain, looking for himself. He immediately followed the prestige and saw the scene in front of him. , But made him suddenly panic.

York saw from a distance, on the back of the ice blue sacred dragon, the beautiful woman stood with her hands up and down. Her face was laid-back, with a smile on her mouth. Not only did she look threatening, she made people want it. Involuntarily approached, staying beside her forever.

"not good……"

This discovery made York scream badly. Recalling the changes on Badu, he seemed to have realized what had happened to that sacred dragon. He did not expect that the powerful and powerful sacred dragon could not be the most beautiful. The woman held it in her hands for too long, and she came under her control.

York, who was walking on the desert, could not escape the top-down view of the holy dragon, and was in danger of being exposed at any time.

Just the pursuit of the ogre king made York embarrassed. When the enemy was replaced by the most terrifying sacred dragon among the dragons, York had no chance of survival.

Seeing that the holy dragon was constantly approaching here, York gritted his teeth, and then rushed towards the barbarian camp without looking back.