Chapter 334 Tiger King and Ghost King

The last two people did not choose the same route as the others, but chose another route. This route will go directly to the direction of the connecting port, where there is a large settlement.

When they heard about the existence there, the two hit it off and walked over there. They were even less afraid of death than a funny bag, but other people didn't know about it.

Teacher Liu watched in secret, but was not worried. If there is such a situation in your class that you can't tell the difference between life and death, you will die if you die. It's better than embarrassing the school in the future. However, to be a student in the first class of the University of Tokyo, under normal circumstances, should not be an idiot.

The two slowly walked towards the destination, walking directly along the road on the ground, with no intention of hiding at all.

"Old Tie, what's your name? When you introduced it, you were just a tiger king."

"It's right to call me Tiger King. You'll know why I'm called Tiger King later. Besides, didn't you say your name."

"Hey, I am the ghost king, and I will become the real ghost king in the future. You only need to know that I am a necromancer." No wonder he calls himself a ghost king.

However, this person is not gloomy, because he is not strong enough now, or some other reason.

The two hid their thoughts and walked forward without a word.

Finally, the two saw their destination, which was a large gathering place. Although the camp was dissatisfied, there were still more than 500 people here. Most of them are black people who are not very powerful, even women, old people and children. But there are still some that have reached the second order.

There are not many here, most of them should go to the connection port, so there are only two second-orders here.

"How about it, so many people, can you deal with it? If you are afraid, you can go back.

" Tiger King said indifferently.

"I'm the best at dealing with a large number of people, but I don't know how you are." The Ghost King was rude.

"Then let's wait and see." Tiger King said indifferently, and then waved his hand, and a magic circle appeared on the ground. The light of the magic circle immediately attracted the attention of the black people.

"It's white people, hurry up, there are enemies, everyone is up, there are enemies coming." The entire camp immediately became chaotic from the direction of the entrance. It's just that they are too messy, and there is no unified action indicator at all.

Many people collided with other people when they were running, bumped into each other, stepped on, and had various accidents.

If you don't know, you will never see them as a military organization. Is this a refugee camp?

It's just that their actions were too late. Inside the magic circle, tigers emerged. These were not ordinary tigers, each of which was a monster. More than thirty tigers appeared at the gate of the camp.

Then, the Tiger King pointed at the tigers: "Strengthen the defense, strengthen the attack, the blood boils, and move forward bravely." A series of four blessing skills flew out of the Tiger King's hands and landed on the tigers. The tigers were instantly enveloped by various rays of light, and their spirits were very strong. Even their body size seemed to have grown a little larger, and the fierce aura on their bodies was extremely violent.

The tiger king pointed, and these tigers charged straight ahead, instantly crossing the guardrail that was originally not high, and launched a frantic fight against the people inside.

With every claw, every bite, a black man will die in the mouths of the tigers. Two second-order black men rushed out with spears and attacked the tiger. It's a pity that they have nothing when they face a tiger.

But when faced with two, it was a bit of a headache. When faced with three, they became evenly matched. The two black people were entangled by six tigers, and they became more anxious as they heard more and more screams around them.

"It's your turn." Tiger King squinted at the ghost king beside him, wanting to see if he could be worthy of the title of ghost king.

The ghost king didn't explain, and pointed the staff in front of him. The long and complicated mantras moved, and the dead aura changed from illusory to real, slowly emerged, and wrapped around those who died.

The dead black people, under the entanglement of death gas, the body that was full gradually became dry. In the end, the dry-looking corpses stood up just like that. Broken arms and legs, press it on the body and install it again. It may be a little unnatural to move, but it does not affect the use at all.

Black people have never seen such a scene, their dead companions actually stood up again and attacked their own people. Under the panic in my heart, it would be good to be able to use two or three layers of power from the original ten layers.

The zombie's movement is slower than before, but its strength is stronger. If they face it head-on, they will definitely suffer more.

Gradually, some faint gray mist appeared on the bodies of these zombies. The black people didn't notice, and after inhaling these black mists, their bodies gradually became weaker.

After several zombies joined the fight against two black warriors. The two black men, who could have been evenly matched, were immediately so weak that they were suppressed by the tiger. Although the zombies were dealt with in time, the tiger still left deep scars on them. In the midst of this ebb and flow, death is only a matter of time.

The whole camp was surrounded by zombies one by one. When the black people wanted to escape, they found that the surrounding area was already surrounded, and no one could escape.

"How is it, okay, with the help of these zombies, we can continue to push horizontally. It's a pity that the level difference is too much, and the harvest is too small."

"If it is so easy to harvest white crystal coins, our strength will not be the only one."

The two of them looked at the scene in front of them, the corners of their mouths slightly raised. Although they can do this, it's the limit. The magic power on the two people is almost consumed.

Not everyone is as exaggerated as Du You's magic power, and the usual battle seems to be endless. When a normal Summoner is summoning, the consumption of mana will make him overwhelmed.

The screams in the camp became less and less. When the last scream stopped, the entire camp became a dead place. In order to save magic power, the ghost king just picks the strongest blacks and makes them into zombies. He couldn't make two second-order corpses, so he could only throw them on the spot, and then the two continued to walk along the road with the mighty summons.

The black people who have never seen such an attack method as the Sea of ​​the Dead have a nightmare today.

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