The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0212

Li Xun gently pecked on Siris's red lips.

Siris' delicate body began to throb continuously, and her hands couldn't help wrapping her arms around the mage's neck. Her delicate cheeks were already hot, and on her tightly closed eyes, the black eyelashes fluttered like butterflies. Ruoyou Ruowu's coquettish moans slowly flowed out from the wings of her nose. Under the confusion, Xi Lisi could do nothing but passively accept.

At the moment when both of them were in a daze, the quilt on the bed quietly moved, and a small bird's head protruded from the crow's mouth, and it tilted its head to peek with a strange smile. At the same time, a shadow in the corner of the wall was slowly deepening and thickening, a bit thicker than usual.

The intimacy between the two was still going on, and when the mage's hand was cruising deep into the depths of Siris's long skirt, Siris suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, and a pair of bright blue eyes were staring at the mischievous Li Xun.

Li Xun froze his big hand, giggled a few times, embarrassed to draw it out, and also embarrassed to go deeper, so he could only freeze there. Just as Li Xun was about to perform his "Affectionate Kiss" Dafa again, Xi Lisi's voice came out faintly.

"There is no monitoring here at all, you just lied to me, right, the great Master Li Xun?" Siris lowered her head, buried her face in the mage's shoulder, and wrapped her arms around the mage's back instead.

The heat on the beautiful princess's face can be clearly felt even through several layers of clothing.

"Did you say that you wouldn't lie to me!" Siris freed up a hand and lightly poked Li Xun's heart.

"Uh..." Li Xun began to scratch his head. Why is her thinking still so clear? Shouldn't women in love have cerebral palsy?

"I feel like it might be..." Li Xun racked his brains, desperately trying to think of all kinds of ways to avoid it without cheating, but none of them seemed to work.

"Hmph! Can't find the words? Since it's your first time, I forgive you!" Siris hummed softly, her slender and beautiful fingers unconsciously drawing circles on the mage's chest.

How did she know that this action of hers could arouse the other party's desire even more. A second later, Siris lowered her head in surprise and looked down. There seemed to be something warm wriggling there. Although the beautiful princess was simple, she was not stupid, she understood something almost instantly, and her body that had just calmed down became hot again.

The next moment, Li Xun let out a muffled hum.

The fierce and beautiful princess bit a muscle on his chest, twisted it left and right a few times bitterly, and pinched the waist muscle of the mage with both hands, doing a sharp 180-degree spin.

Siris jumped up from him, rushed out of the room with unsteady steps, and rushed back to her room under the call of the two maids.

Li Xun grinned and kneaded his several wounds, but there was a strange expression of pain and happiness on his face, as if he remembered the sweet contact just now. After a long time, Li Xun turned his face away, and rolled his eyes at the corner speechlessly.

"Come out, do you think I don't know where you are? And you, the crow's mouth bastard, don't know how to avoid it, and almost messed up my good business!"

The crow's mouth got out of the quilt in a big way, and a series of strange "croaks" screamed, making all kinds of ridicule in its own way. The shadow in the corner of the wall began to swell slowly, and gradually broke away from the shackles of the black shadow, and slowly walked out, revealing Younu's fair and red face.

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Undead world.

Under the gray sky, there is that dreary monotonous scenery that makes people want to commit suicide.

Arthas galloped across the gray earth on a steed with bones. The black cloak fluttered up, revealing the burly and strong body underneath. The four hooves of the specially modified skeleton warhorse burned with an inextinguishable purple flame, leaving countless scorching marks behind.

This skeletal warhorse was specially remodeled by the master who liked to show off, but it could only regrettably stay in the sleeping place, and was temporarily lent to him by the Skeleton King. He was very satisfied with this war horse, and for this reason he refused to use Batman as his mount. Alsace believed that a knight should enjoy the thickness and wildness of galloping on the earth.

After patting the neck of the skeleton warhorse, the skeleton warhorse neighed "Yuyu", turned slightly, and ran towards the small cliff beside it. The strong horse's hooves hit the hard gravel, splashing out countless smoke and dust, and without any stop, they had already climbed to the top of the steep cliff with one sprint.

Although the war horse under his crotch has long been connected with him, Alsace still likes to use voice and gestures to control it, because it is more in line with his past preferences.

Reining in the reins on the top of the cliff, the skeleton warhorse stood up, barely stopping on the edge of the cliff. Alsace had already used these brief seconds to see the terrain ahead, and also found today's target.

One after another shadows slid across his body, Alsace raised his head and glanced, and those companions had already caught up.

In mid-air, seven huge and ferocious bat demons were gliding down with the same ugly and fierce master on their backs, aiming at a dilapidated castle 10 miles ahead. The flying speed of the Bat Demon should have been far faster than that of the Skeleton Warhorse, but with such a heavy burden on it, flying nearly a thousand miles in a row, it is very good that it did not crash, let alone arrived at the destination on time.

Alsace's legs lightly pinched the horse, and immediately rushed down from the nearly 70-degree slope on the side of the cliff, and soon rushed to the temporary camp of his teammates.

The five companions had already jumped off the back of the Bat Demon. With a slight tremor of the ground, the heavy body hit the ground and made a continuous dull and dull "dongdong" sound. The bat demon folded its bat wings, lay down on the ground, quietly absorbing the death breath floating in the air, and tried hard to recover its excessively consumed energy.

The team's temporary leader, the green-haired zombie, struggled to pull out the large guillotine that was almost taller than him from the soil. It jumped so hard just now that the blade was facing down and directly inserted into the gray-brown ground. Several equally clumsy companions began to gather around him with all kinds of malicious ridicules.

"Get ready, we'll be at the Broken Ridge Stone Fort soon. That level 11 undead knight is not easy to mess with, but we must take it down this time, do you hear me?"

Several strange accents sounded in harmony.

The green-haired zombie glanced around briefly, this time he pulled up a temporary team. There are 2 zombies, 1 mummy, 1 skeleton mage, 1 ghoul, and 1 "priest" in the 6 "people" team. Obviously, most of them are meat shields.

As for the relatively thin ghoul, it seems to be a mutated species as well. Pale skin, cruel claws, sharp teeth, loose hair and pale eyes. Although it looks unattractive, the move of clawing out the heart is skillful.

Spellcasting professions are scarce even in the world of the undead, and it was because of his seniority and face that he managed to recruit a skeleton mage. Many other teams are still a group of strong men running naked, but he already has spellcasters and "priests".

Thinking of the pastor, the green-haired zombie couldn't help shouting to Alsace who had just rushed to him on the skeleton horse: "Mysterious boy who can replenish blood, don't get too close to the battlefield this time. I don't want to let others take it as I did last time." Get off your horse!"

Arthas waved the Frostmourne (imitation) in his hand angrily, and didn't answer his words. After all, it was too reluctant to intervene in such a battle with his current level 3 strength. If it weren't for his magical "Death Coil" that can quickly restore death energy and repair the body of the undead companion, the general team would not want a weak bird like him.

What's more, this time he brought that stupid corpse king with him.

If Alsace at level 3 can also play a cameo role as an undead "priest" by virtue of "Death Coil" and "Aphotic Shield", then the corpse king at level 1 is only worthy of breaking the wrist with a single skeleton zombie. In order to persuade the green-haired zombie to accept the naked oil bottle of the corpse king, Alsace could only suppress the restlessness of rushing, and rode a horse on the periphery to become a promising profession of "Nurse".

The corpse king didn't seem to be aware of his embarrassment, he ran up to Alsace, and repeatedly told him to take care of himself, and he really didn't treat himself as an outsider.

Alsace nodded silently, looking at the corpse king's naked body, he was also surprised. The master will sponsor some early equipment and starting funds before each hero comes out to work hard. Why can't he see any equipment or arms on the corpse king? Could it be that he saved all the soul crystals?

However, each hero's development plan has its own considerations, and it's not up to me to dictate, as long as I do my best to protect the hero and complete the Skeleton King's commission.

The place where the undead team stayed was only 2 miles away from Broken Ridge Castle. There could be a level 11 undead knight and more than 40 black warriors there. Scattered teams waiting for leisure can't take advantage of the enemy's base camp at all, otherwise it won't be their turn to fight the autumn wind.

For this Broken Ridge Castle, thousands of merit points have been awarded in the mission hall of Sleeping Land. 800 points for the undead knight alive, 400 points for the dead, 60 points for the black warrior alive, 30 points for the dead. This is the quest style of the Sleeping Land. Anyone who catches it back alive, or informs the Sleeping Land to receive it after being disabled will get the maximum benefit, and those who die can only be halved.

It seems that the Land of Sleep is also a snowball idea, using this measure to implement the strategic development of getting stronger as the war progresses. But for these people in front of them, the real important thing is to be honest bit by bit. If you win, you will have a chance to get merits and continue to develop and grow yourself. If you lose, you will have nothing.

At least in the Hall of Conjuring Souls, these undead natives have not yet indicated the opportunity to register, which is one of the exclusive benefits of the heroes in the cemetery.