Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 116 The third energy storage well

The moment the group of people appeared, Bronze Mirror also saw them.

Then, through the goggles, the frightened look in the dwarf's eyes could be clearly seen.

He wants to run.

He wanted to run away immediately.

But someone moves faster than him!

Teacher Xia seemed to have the obsessive-compulsive disorder of diving in as long as he was not fighting, so he touched Bronze Mirror early without anyone noticing.

So as soon as Bronze Mirror turned around, he pulled him back by his belt.

The dagger pierced his belt with a loud sound, and the propeller hidden behind him fell to the ground with a clatter.

Teacher Xia: "Huh? I still have the CD. When did he use it?"

...

As soon as he appeared, the surrounding guards suddenly panicked, dropped their boxes and took aim with their guns.

Teacher Xia didn't panic, grabbed the bronze mirror as a hostage, and put the dagger against his neck.

"Don't, don't move!"

The sound of Bronze Mirror came from under the mask that resembled a respirator, and the guards immediately took action.

At this time, everyone rushed over.

Seeing that there were so many people on the other side, a guard immediately shouted:

"It's important to protect the president's assets, fire freely!"

Bronze Mirror was stunned: "You fucking..."

His foul language was suppressed by the rapid sound of gunfire.

Even so, Teacher Xia did not abandon him, but acted as a shield behind his back.

Wei Dian Yuan's shadow flames exploded in the air, and the flames shot at the guards at a close distance, forcing them to scramble for a while.

At the same time, the people on Huotong Street also raised earth walls and stone piles half a person's height on the street to serve as bunkers.

Under the cover of his teammates, Teacher Xia moved around with the hostages all the way, and managed to slip back unscathed.

He was unscathed, but was shot four times.

But fortunately, they are not critical parts, and with the protection of the armor, there is no serious problem.

For dwarves, the mental damage is much more serious than the physical damage.

This teammate sold him extremely decisively without any delay.

He couldn't help but doubt his life.

Seeing that a wave of suppressed fire had driven back the enemy, the dwarf who had just shouted quickly raised his hand to indicate retreat.

"Get out now!"

This sound seemed to remind Bronze Mirror, and he immediately gave up!

"Damn it, don't even think about leaving! Stop those two guys in gray clothes, those are the pilots of the airship!"

Is there such a good thing?

Heine really wanted to give him a thumbs up.

With clear instructions, everyone's attacks suddenly became more accurate.

In addition to totem masters like Tuba, there are many other spellcasters in the team who can call elements to attack.

Although the death energy here takes up the share of other elements, you can still squeeze out some by gritting your teeth.

For a moment, all the dazzling attacks were directed at the two gray-clothed technicians.

At the same time, Zhu Yang nimbly moved forward between the bunkers, holding the chopping board and launching a charge without fear of death.

The enemy's ferocious firepower poured on his shield and armor, making crackling sounds, but it could never hinder his momentum.

Moreover, earth walls kept rising in front of him.

For a time, the soil was splashing, the sound of gunfire was everywhere, and the acrid smoke covered the air of death.

The two named drivers were completely unaware of the impending crisis.

Just a second before they were about to board the airship, a ruthless dagger passed between their necks.

"Do not--"

Seeing the driver fall to the ground, the leader of the dwarf's eyes were filled with tears.

But he had no chance to be angry and mournful, because a real death had come.

Teacher Xia was like a wolf among sheep. The guards who were close at hand would be kicked away by him whenever they raised their firecrackers.

"There are no rock shields, no electric shields, no binding totems and no headwind totems. There are no disgusting skill restrictions. As long as you don't shoot, you are fighting against the five scum. Is this the dwarves' combat power before the void disaster? Love, love Got it!"

Teacher Xia was so happy that he flew up in the crowd, and the enemy's fire suppression was almost destroyed by him alone.

The large forces here immediately pressed forward.

"Be careful, your body can probably withstand three to five bullets."

Zhuoyang got close, knocked away an enemy's firecracker with his flying shield, then rushed forward, picked up the opponent's weapon, and threw it out as a throwing prop.

"Before I learned the protection of the Holy Light, I could only pick up two of these dwarf monsters. If there were too many shields, they would be rotten."

Wei Dian Yuan: "They are all the same, so Nanbian'er's dungeon group is all fatan. If the magic shield is broken, it can still be recharged, but if the real shield is broken, it will be gone."

"So whatever tank you want, use DPS, everyone depends on their ability!"

Teacher Xia picked up the pitted chopping board and threw it back to the sheep catcher. At the same time, he knocked down a man who was aiming a gun at Wei Dian Yuan.

"Fortunately, Mr. Sa is sleeping. All the heads belong to my buddies."

...

The battle ended quickly with the three of them chatting and spanking, as relaxed as if they were on an outing.

But for others, the process can be described as thrilling.

Tuba breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Heine, who was always expressionless.

In his opinion, this young man was so calm that it even made him shudder.

If the previous fight against the undead dwarves was dominated by the skeleton's personal strength, the quality of the undead mage could not be seen.

But now fighting a group of well-armed and well-trained regular troops is the time to test the control capabilities.

The results of it?

What terrible tactical literacy.

With that tacit cooperation and exquisite collaboration, how terrifying is his on-the-spot adaptability?

"Can you fly an airship?" Heine suddenly asked.

Tuba was stunned for a moment, and then felt a little ridiculous.

He looked back at the others and stood on the airship again. Everyone had mixed emotions.

"Yes, we will."

He replied.

"Most people in Old Street have dealt with airships."

"Were you fired after the deck material was improved?"

Tuba was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the other party even knew this.

"Yes."

"Then you go get ready. Start the airship and leave here first. We'll talk about the rest later."

"Yes."

Tuba bowed subconsciously.

Unconsciously, he had accepted Heine as a leader.

...

The group of people were busy with their own business, and those who had nothing to do carried the boxes dropped by the guards onto the ship.

No more can be taken, but it is enough.

At this time, the materialized death energy has wrapped around the airship, like an octopus hiding in the sky, grabbing the hull with its gray tentacles.

If this problem is not solved, the airship will not be able to leave the tarmac.

Heine thought for a while, and simply asked Zhuoyang to use the holy combo to cut off the gathering death energy one by one.

It worked.

The golden sword light cut through the dead air as easily as a hob cutting through butter.

Then he asked the other party to step on the wooden decoration on the bow of the ship and use golden flames to light the dragon-head-shaped bow.

Then he stood in the fire and held up the bone-cutting knife shrouded in holy light, acting as a sharp angle.

The airship started slowly, and the burning bow hit the gray dead air barrier firmly, quickly melting and creating a big hole.

The swaying golden flame is like a candle in the cold wind, weak but always bright.

Seeing that this was actually effective, Heine breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked towards Simon, who was interrogating the briefly bandaged bronze mirror.

Although the two were old acquaintances, they became prisoners of each other one after another, and their friendship was almost offset.

Seeing him approaching, Simon relayed: "Golden Tooth's private airship is nearby, and Elimont is also on board."

Heine was not surprised.

He asked Bronze Mirror: "Do you know there is a holy light energy storage well on this mountain?"

Bronze Mirror looked confused: "What?"

Simon was also puzzled.

Why don't I know? Should Naga block even this kind of information?

As if he saw his doubts, Heine explained: "The people from the Shadow Temple calculated the results, but lacked data. They only roughly guessed that it was in the south, and it was not accurate as far as Yingxian Mountain.

"But the speed at which the death energy is gathering now is a bit unreasonable. I think it is caused by the local Holy Light storage well suppressing the concentration of Holy Light. This is the same as the haunted farm in the past."

Simon's eyes lit up: "If there is a large amount of holy light gathering here, then I have a way to deal with the lich! After I get out, I can urgently contact the nearest mage monitoring tower. As long as I get on the line, the rescue team of the Institute of Truth will be there in the fastest four hours. If they can reach it, they definitely have a way to adjust the parameters of the energy storage well!"

So fast?

Your Master is really the Pacific Police, dispatching the police at the speed of light?

"No, I won't bother the big shots with this kind of thing."

Heine smiled: "I want to solve it myself."