We monsters don't want to die

This is Wu Di's last words to the players before exhaustion:

"Quick, take me back to the temple!"

The players carried Wu Di on their shoulders and put Wu Di directly beside the temple.

In the black Philosopher's Stone, the magic power continued to nourish Wu Di's body.

As an aborigine of the Cyberworld, Wu Di can also replenish his magic power directly through the temple.

Now his magic has been drained by Jarvan the Sand Sculpture.

I don't know what this guy did.

Don't tell me, this f*cking sand sculpture, with my magic power, resurrected 2356 dead elf warriors in one go.

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After Wu Di regained his strength a bit, he sat up.

The magic net is still powerful, I just sat here, and the magic power was replenished immediately.

It is comparable to the legendary Moon Well and Sun Well.

And after Wu Di replenished his magic power, he was going to present prizes to those brave players.

Lich itself does not have any good equipment.

At least the undead warriors Wu Di met now did not say that they relied on equipment to fight.

But for players to attack liches like field bosses, they must prepare some equipment for them, otherwise it would be ridiculous.

Wu Di had already placed five purple and five blue suits in the box in advance.

One hundred people are divided into ten equipments, which is reasonable.

The kobolds quickly lifted the treasure chest up.

Wu Di also carefully added a note name to the treasure chest:

【Reward from Lord Lord】

Good guy, those players became more and more excited after seeing this box.

Soon, a player who claimed to have scalded his hands with oil came up.

Then struggled to pick up the box.

Purple light came over.

"Fuck! It's purple equipment! Five pieces!"

"There are also blue equipment, five pieces! Awesome!"

"Don't rob, don't rob! Team assignments! Come one by one! Say what you need!"

Looking at the players who started to share their equipment, Wu Di quickly left the magic net, and then flew towards his little golden mountain.

Don't say anything, I just want to fall asleep now!

As for the bombing to be arranged at night?

Forget it, let’s not blow it up tonight, let those undead rest, and let me rest, too.

Wu Di thought like this, and then fell into a dream.

In a daze, it seemed that someone was calling him in his mind. Wu Di first confirmed that the person was not Onyxia, nor Elizabeth, nor Ilia.

Then he replied with one word:

go away!

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[Go away! 】

Above the sky, Uther said to him as if seeing the holy light.

After Uther got rid of the gray crystal placed here by the undead, he immediately began to pray.

It's like getting the next step of action from Lord Wu Di.

This kind of connection is very subtle, but he can really feel that he is connected to Master Wu Di through the power of the holy light.

But why did Shengguang tell himself to go away?

Is it because...

"Quick! Prepare to retreat!"

Uther said to his companions.

Those companions were celebrating their hard-won victory. They had just killed dozens of undead warriors, and watched as Uther smashed the gray crystal here with the big hammer full of holy light.

But they haven't had time to celebrate their victory yet, so why should they be forced to retreat all of a sudden?

Although there is no way to understand, they trust Uther very much now, and they are about to start preparing to leave.

It was not long after Uther and the others left.

Soon, a group of more than 300 undead warriors rushed over.

But they didn't find the person they were looking for.

And the gray undead crystal has been shattered in place.

………………

It was only later that Uther found out that just as they left, more than 300 undead warriors appeared at the place where they had fought before.

If there is no holy light to guide them away quickly, the situation may become very bad!

Maybe, with such a small number of them, all of them will be left there, torn to pieces by the undead warriors.

Especially Uther, the power of the Holy Light at that time was already very little.