Lord of the Dead Sea

Liu Yufeng looked at the mad man, and silently put away the practice card. This mad man became the target of public criticism, and he died after he made a move.

Because all the players around him shot.

Right now, several elves are casting spells to heal the injured woman. They have shown enough kindness to the human beings who abide by the game. Of course, most of these were won by Liu Yufeng alone.

"You humans are really complicated." Kalis said, frowning at the dead man.

"Yes, but this is human beings." Liu Yufeng sighed.

"The undead's tactics are very good. Although the sacrifice is huge, they can win the epic mage. We can hand over the arm strength competition to the orcs. Can you do anything about the book of innocence and the power of a sword?" His eyes wandered to the rest of the legend In the meantime, Calis asked Liu Yufeng, imperceptibly he had regarded Liu Yufeng as the strongest person in this round of the game.

"To be honest, I can't do it. I don't have any confidence in these two games. If there is really only these two games left, there is nothing you can do. I am willing to try." Liu Yufeng said after thinking carefully.

"I admire you and hope to be friends with you." Kalis stretched out his hand to Liu Yufeng, because he understood that the so-called willingness to try, in other words, is no different from sending death.

"Okay, you are my first elf friend." Liu Yufeng firmly held the palm of Kalis. When the souls met, he could feel that Kalis was an upright elf.

"I think we need to communicate with the remaining players, maybe they will have something to do." Callis said.

"Okay." Liu Yufeng nodded.

In the snowstorm, the two began to run among the players of various ethnic groups. Even the abominable undead met each other frankly. Games are also important.

"My name is Patrick, and I am a member of Grant's Undead family. I have a solution for the Book of Innocence, and the price is my death. Therefore, I need a promise from both of you."

A somewhat aged undead said to Liu Yufeng and Calis.

"Grant is a magic sequence family under the Church of Death, and their magic is very... special." Callis added to Liu Yufeng.

"Tell me, what promise do you want?" Liu Yufeng asked.

Patrick smiled, showing only a few blackened and yellowed teeth in his mouth, he saluted Liu Yufeng and Callis with his withered arms like corpses,

"I want you not to attack the remaining undead after I die."

"The premise is that they don't attack us," Callis said.

"Of course, if anyone attacks other players in this round of the game, you can kill them." Patrick looked at Liu Yufeng with the cloudy eyes under the stitched eyelids, as if waiting for Liu Yufeng's answer. After all, in this round of the game, this A human boy carries more weight than an elf Kalis.

"I agree to your request." Liu Yufeng nodded.

"I believe you, young man, because people with bright souls never lie." Bending slightly to gesture to Liu Yufeng, Patrick walked slowly with a cane.

The wind blew the rags beside Patrick to one side, matching his crutches like a rotten flag fluttering in the wind.

Tightening the fur coat tightly, Liu Yufeng watched the hunched figure walking towards the presiding judge Raglan Ward step by step on the snow.

"Great judge, I want to sign my name on innocence."

Looking at Patrick standing with his hands on crutches in the cold wind, although the presiding judge hated the undead very much, he still handed over the book of innocence.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Patrick saluted Raglan solemnly, then slowly opened the book of innocence, picked up the quill in the book, and slowly raised his hands to the sky.

A low undead spell suddenly sounded from the mouth of Patrick, an old undead,

Listening to the obscure incantation of the undead, Raglan guessed what the old undead was going to do in an instant, which made him look at the old undead with a little less disgust in his eyes.

When the last syllable was over, Patrick cried out in an aged voice:

"Please the god of death deal with me ---- liquidation!"

A green flame suddenly lit up from Patrick's body. In the light of the flames, Patrick calmly and calmly wrote his name on the book of innocence---Patrick Grant, and then exchanged the book of innocence to Judge Lager Lun.

When Raglan took over the book of innocence, two words were added to the name of the old undead: innocence.

The green flame seemed to ignite dry wood, and it burned more vigorously. The old undead Patrick showed a warm smile in the flame, until he was burned into a ball of fly ash a few seconds later, floating in the icy cold wind middle.

He was an old undead hated by all, and he left nothing behind,

But he actually stayed again,

Because he left a warm smile in the hearts of Judge Raglan, Liu Yufeng and even countless players.

"My impression of the undead has been subverted again." Liu Yufeng said looking at the ashes floating high in the cold wind.

"I have a little bit too, but most of my mind still looks like they hate it." Callis sighed, and looked back at the sky.

system hint:

"The undead player---Patrick Grant---defeated Judge Raglan Ward and won! The current winning progress is 4/7, and the current round of the game will be cleared after the complete victory!"

This time, there was no cheering, and the rest of the players were more or less in a heavy mood, because the smile of the old undead Patrick hadn't dissipated in their hearts.

His death, his last heart-warming smile gradually ignited the blood in the hearts of the players, especially the blood of the orcs. It seems that death is not so terrible, is it?

A tall orc stood up, and walked towards the berserker Bentham Luther with an angry face.

"Clement, wait a second, you can't go up yet!"

"Clement, bear with me!"

"You are the hope of the orcs, you should..."

Swinging his arms and pushing away the orcs who blocked him one by one, the angry Clement roared at his tribe:

"I am the successor of the orc Bennett family. My name is Clement, and I am not a coward!"

Seeing that the clansmen were still blocking, Clement shouted angrily:

"Enough!!! I listened to you before, but now I must listen to me. If anyone stops me, I will bet on the glory of the Bennett family to fight you here!"

The remaining seven orcs retreated. The word duel is sacred and serious in the orc world, and it represented Clement's strong will to die.

Striding forward, Clement moved the corpses of the tribesmen under the foot of the berserker Bentham, his eyes were covered with mist, and he said the unique condolences of the orc tribe, and Clement made the ancient gestures Paying respect to them all, he didn't sit opposite Bentham with anger and determination until all this was done.

"I bet all my dignity and glory to challenge you, for my dead people." Clement's fangs were steaming, and his green eyes fixed on Bentham on the opposite side of the iron table. The burly and thick arms were placed on the table.

"Whatever, anyway, you will lose, and I will punch you to death." Bentham put his hand on it expressionlessly.

As soon as the two hands were held together, the confrontation began!