Xiao Zhi and Frost continued to move forward, and the road along the way became smoother and smoother, and the remnants of wall lamps appeared on the walls. At the same time, there are more and more battle marks on the surrounding walls, and the large and small slashing scars are all over the front passage, which can be used to infer the intensity of the decisive battle that year.

This section of the road was particularly quiet. The roaring undead soldiers disappeared, and there was no strange fog, and even the new blockers disappeared.

However, Xiao Zhi did not relax his vigilance because of this quietness, everything had a sense of danger that was about to come.

Finally, they came to a tall stone gate.

The stone gate should have been excavated in a hurry, and it has a rough feeling of unfinished completion. It is carved with a ferocious and huge animal head, which is the symbol of the royal family of the Todry Dynasty. It seems that even if he falls into such a place, Nafa is still unwilling to give up his pride as a king.

The stone door solidly blocked the entire passage, which means that if they want to pass through, they must first open the door.

Frost looked at the stone door in front of him, and the long sword in his hand moved slightly. He was about to take a step forward and rudely split the door open.

"Lord, please let me come." Xiao Zhi's voice sounded from behind him.

Frost turned to look at his clerk and motioned him to explain the reason with his eyes.

Xiao Zhi took a step forward: "Knock on the door, let me, as a subordinate, serve you."

Frost didn't speak, just stopped, and the hand holding the sword relaxed slightly.

Xiao Zhi stood in front of the gate. Although the gate looked tall and heavy, there were actually several deep cracks on it. It should have been broken once when the rebels attacked, but it was later destroyed by the undead here. They just repaired the exterior, but the door is actually quite fragile.

Now Assen is going to have a boss vs boss battle with the opponent. The younger brother on the opposite side has come out for several rounds, which fully demonstrates the pomp of that Fashen as a boss.

And there are only two people on their side. As the only candidate for the younger brother, Xiao Zhi has to support Asen no matter what. He already has a disadvantage in terms of numbers. It would be too much to let the boss open the door himself. No more lined up.

And, he has been eating and waiting to die all the time, and this is all in front of the boss. If he doesn't do some work, it would be a bit too arrogant.

Xiao Zhi raised his hand towards Shimen who looked tall.

In the next instant, an undead version of the explosive fireball flew out from his staff. The green undead fire was full of ghosts, and it was also mixed with the whistling wind whistling and pale flashes of ghosts, whether it was sound effects or pictures. All quite energetic.

"Boom—"

The blasting fireball slammed into the heavy stone gate.

In the shriek as if all ghosts were crying together, the seemingly solid stone gate shattered. This time it was more thoroughly shattered than the previous one. The stone powder and gravel suddenly burst open, and the area behind the door was paved. It should be impossible to reuse it again.

This knock on the door can be said to be quite imposing. dare to ask which owner has been knocked on the door like this, will it give birth to the feeling of being slapped in the face with the sole of his shoe?

Xiao Zhi smiled and took a step back behind Frost: "I hope you are still satisfied."

Frost raised his brows slightly, then the corners of his mouth raised an indistinct arc, and gave him a look of approval, which seemed quite satisfied.

Well, this clerk did nothing in vain.

Xiao Zhi is also very satisfied. The mighty explosive fireballs are too conspicuous and not very useful in melee battles, but they are very useful when pretending to be coercive. Situations that require large scenes.

The two entered the door one after the other.

The first thing that appeared was a corridor. The ground here was still very flat. The surrounding walls were trimmed and looked very flat. There were even carvings on it. Every few steps were different.

At such a time, you still don't forget to pursue these details, which is really a tyrant.

After passing through the corridor, there is a spacious hall, which can even be described as gorgeous. The walls are polished very flat, and there are still traces of gauze decoration. The ground is covered with stone bricks, and each stone brick has carvings on it. don't know how much manpower was spent.

On the ground, there are more fragments of decorations than Duran Ruth's side. don't know if they were shattered during the fight or smashed by the angry rebels.

There is a high platform above the hall, on which is placed a beautifully carved stone throne. Although it is somewhat dilapidated, it does not affect people's appreciation of its exquisite workmanship.

Behind the throne is a tall statue.

It was a burly man, wearing a mighty and domineering battle armor, with a cape behind his back and a broad sword in both hands. - That method.

Xiao Zhi felt that the emotion he had expressed before was too early, and this is called death without knowing repentance. Even when he was fleeing, he was so particular about ostentation. When Nafa was still ruling the Todry Dynasty, he could imagine how extravagant his life must have been. No wonder he was overthrown by the unbearable people.

"You, damn it!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded in the silent room, like a blast of thunder in the ear.

Xiao Zhi looked around, trying to find the source of the sound, and then saw the stone statue that was glaring in front of him and turned his face to them. The stone statue's mouth opened and closed, and the loud shout came from his mouth.

Xiao Zhi met the sight of the stone statue, and suddenly felt a burst of heart palpitations.

It's not how terrifying the stone statue's eyes are, but that there seems to be some indescribable power in that line of sight. When people come into contact with his eyes, they will naturally feel pressure and fear in their hearts.

A word flashed through Xiao Zhi's mind - mind shock.

This is an effect that only appears on certain bosses with heavy killings. Anyone who appears near him will be affected by him and feel palpitations and fear. But this effect can be overcome by yourself, as long as you can keep your mind clear and firm your heart, the more firm you are, the less affected you will be.

Xiao Zhi let go of his thoughts, calmed down his mood, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

Frost took a step forward and blocked the sight of Xiao Zhi and the Nafa statue. He whispered, "Back up."

Xiao Zhi understood what his boss meant, he was about to start performing. He didn't talk nonsense, decisively relied on the undead's light body to float backwards and landed in the corner of the hall, implementing his younger brother's self-cultivation, and becoming the only spectator in this battle with peace of mind.

Frost raised his sword and pointed at the statue of Nafa: "Come out."

His tone was flat, as if he was asking, "Brother, have you eaten today?"

The eyes of the statue of Nafa turned to Frost, as if trying to devour him. After the two stared at each other for a few seconds, the ominous feeling on the stone statue suddenly disappeared, replaced by a stronger pressure.

Then, a translucent figure floated up from the stone statue.

He was a burly man, wearing the same armor and cape as his statue, and holding a broad bronze-colored sword in his hand.

But the armor was full of scars, and the cloak behind him was tattered, with dark bloodstains that could never be wiped off. Only the sword was still flickering with cold light.

The blood in his body was so thick that it was about to overflow. Xiao Zhi felt a bloody smell lingering on the tip of his nose from such a long distance.

There was a gap between Nafa's head and body. His head had already been chopped off, and he was connected to his body only by the dark green resentment. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a strange red light, full of bloodthirsty and murderous flesh.

His scarlet eyes looked at Frost: "Intruder, you have to pay for your arrogance."

Frost was still his expressionless handsome face: "What a lot of nonsense."

As a tyrant who is aloof and can't let go even if he flees, how could Fa accept such a provocation? The red light in his eyes flickered, and he suddenly charged towards Frost with his sword.

Nafa's armor is not an ornament. He was originally a very powerful swordsman. Fighting was his instinct carved into his bones. Blood and killing were the things that excited him the most.

The sharp blade rushed towards Frost with the blood-colored wind, with a terrifying pressure that made people palpitate.

"Ding"

The two long swords collided fiercely, making a crisp sound, announcing the start of the battle.

Neither Frost nor Nafa meant to be euphemistic, and they came up with a direct confrontation.

The pitch-black long sword in Frost's hand and the bronze-colored broad sword in Nafa's hand kept fighting. Dangerous sword lights flickered in the air, and the surrounding ground also suffered from several deep wounds due to the fight between the two.

That method stabbed out with a sword, but Frost's figure disappeared in a flash, and in a flash, he appeared behind that method, and stabbed out with a sword mercilessly.

That method is also experienced in hundreds of battles. He dodged sideways in an instant, and swept his sword at the same time, and attacked Frost with an equally merciless attack.

Facing the incoming sword edge, Frost suddenly jumped up to avoid the sword, and then took advantage of the fact that he was still in the air, slashing out several swords one after another. Law attacked past.

Nafa dodged in Frost's dense offensive. Although he avoided the attack, his footsteps kept moving backwards, retreating again and again in the hall.

In the face of such a situation, the arrogant tyrant was very dissatisfied, his eyes were bright red, and at the same time he held the broad sword in both hands and stabbed down suddenly.

A dangerous red light spread across the ground with his blade.

Then, a violent impact spread out around that method, and the originally flat ground was lifted up by such an impact and then shattered, and the exquisite carvings turned into countless broken pieces.

Xiao Zhiyuan felt the terrifying impact in the corner of the hall. In order to maintain his character, he even put a new spell shield on himself.

Frost, who was facing the impact, felt more obvious. His forward stance stopped and he had to retreat to avoid this dangerous move.

But Frost didn't give up the attack, he raised his sword far away towards that Fa, and instantly, an ice-blue forest cold sword light attacked that Fa who was leaning on the sword standing in place.

Facing the menacing sword light, a red shield suddenly lit up on Nafa's body.

The shield was filled with blood, and Li Gui's wailing could be vaguely heard.

When the ice blue sword light collided with the red shield, the sword light dissipated, but there was more ice blue on the shield, and the ice blue flowed on the shield, but it was never engulfed by the red light.

Nafa's brows couldn't help frowning. He felt that his shield was weakened a little. It seemed that the sword light was strange. He had no doubt that if it came several times, his shield might be ineffective danger.

Nafa's eyes turned to Frost again, and Frost looked at him almost at the same time, and there seemed to be electric lights flickering in the air.

After a while, the two fought fiercely again.

The sword lights continued to stagger, and the ground was filled with smoke and dust.

Xiao Zhihu was in the corner watching Assen fight, and his hands were itchy, but due to the fact that he couldn't join the battle happily, he could only continue to itch silently, and secretly took a few pictures of Assen's battle, ready to keep it. Appreciate it yourself.

With the blood-stained way as a comparison, Assen's posture during battle looks even more handsome.

Definitely not Xiao Zhi's friend filter.

At this time, the distance between Nafa and Frost was extremely close, and every move attacked the opponent's key points fiercely, and the exchange of offense and defense was only in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the broad sword in Nafa's hand lit up with a blood-red light, and then a fierce red light flew out from the sword's edge and suddenly attacked Frost who was close at hand.

Because it was too close to the sword light, even if Frost made a quick dodging action, he was still severely hit in the chest by the red light, and he was suddenly hit and retreated several steps.

A mouthful of dark red blood spilled from the corner of Frost's mouth.

After losing their lives, the blood of the undead has long ceased to be bright red, even black and green are not unusual, but they are not coagulated like ordinary dead people.

Dark red blood stained Frost's light-colored lips and dripped down little by little. It wasn't a bright dark red, but it added a touch of color to this cold man, like blooming on a pale snow field. the first flower.

That Fa laughed grimly: "Hahahaha, this is the price of provoking the king!!"

Xiao Zhi stopped taking screenshots, he felt that his hands were really itchy, and he really wanted to rub a dozen fireballs all over this annoying guy! !

Frost wiped away the blood stain with the back of his hand, but the fighting intent in his platinum-gold eyes became stronger. He stood up straight again, and his eyes locked on that method: "Noisy."

After speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared again.

The rain-like sword light erupted again, violently attacking that method.

The sword in Nafa's hand also flashed red light, and the two sides kept colliding, but the red light gradually weakened and gradually became dim under the continuous impact of blue light.

Finally, the blood-colored shield that enveloped the body of the Dharma body shattered, turning into blood and disappearing.

Before that method could respond, Frost's mouth evoked a cold smile. There was no joy or warmth in that smile, only the ultimate killing intent.

The pitch-black long sword was raised, bringing forth an ice-blue sword light that filled the sky.

In the next moment, all the sword lights seemed to have heard Frost's order, and suddenly fell at the same time, like a violent storm specially sent off for the dead. The depths of eternal hell.

Nafa, who was bathed in the light of the sword, couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

He smelled death, and the last time he felt this way, he lost his country, lost the mighty army he was proud of, fell from his high throne, and even had his head beheaded and his corpse exposed. wilderness.

This time... what will happen to him...

Before he could think clearly about that method, the sword light had already arrived. The ice-blue sword rain mercilessly tore apart his soul, and the thoughts that hadn't come up with an answer were also shattered, leaving nothing but nothingness.

The sword light shattered Nafa and the armor on his body. Only the bronze-colored sword was still intact. It fell to the ground. It was obviously quiet, but it seemed to have some kind of magic power, attracting people to look at it.

Frost suffered some injuries in the previous battle. There was a sword wound on his cheek, and there was a little blood on the corner of his mouth. His left hand was also pierced by the magic sword, and dark red blood was dripping down.

But he didn't care about his injury at all, he stepped forward and picked up the broad sword that fell on the ground.

Almost the moment he touched the blade, a voice seemed to sound in his heart:

"You killed him, now you can have me..."

"I can help you get to the top..."

"The more you kill, the stronger you become. It's worth exchanging the lives of those ants for my help, right?"

Frost clenched his sword tightly.

"Yes, exactly……"

"Come on, show me your piety..."

"First of all, how about killing the extra guy on the scene?"

That voice was seductive, it was the soul of this sword, it was very belligerent and loved to kill, and as long as Frost did what it said, it gave him endless power.

But the price of holding it is that it will continue to affect the mind and eventually become a person enslaved by the sword.

Frost, however, did not listen to the instigation of the voice. He raised his sword flat to his eyes, and smeared his own blood on his left hand. His tone remained steady and did not mean the slightest temptation: "No, you must surrender to me completely."

Then, he chanted an obscure incantation in his mouth, and with his movements, the blood on the broadsword gradually twisted and deformed, turning into strange runes.

"No! You can't do this!!"

"Only those who are pious enough for me will I give him strength!!!"

"You stop now!!"

"what"

The sword soul screamed miserably, but Frost didn't move at all. The chanting in his mouth kept on, and soon the strange runes had spread all over the sword body, and the mourning of the sword soul became weaker and weaker, and finally Disappear.

A small group of light emerged from the sword. It seemed to have been stripped of its blood by the rune. It no longer looked red, but a small white.

At the same time, the broad sword that lost its soul was broken in an instant, and the rust began to erode from the fracture and gradually covered the entire blade.

Frost threw away the destroyed broadsword, reached out and grabbed the white light and placed it on his black longsword. At first Bai Guang seemed to be a little unhappy, but under Frost's chilly gaze, he had to enter the long sword.

When the white light was completely integrated into the sword body, the long sword was still the same as it was, but there seemed to be a layer of brilliance flowing on the surface, making it look a little more mysterious.

Frost didn't appreciate his masterpiece, he put away his sword and turned around to greet Xiao Zhi and leave with him.

At this moment, Frost's footsteps suddenly became unstable, and he raised his hand to cover his forehead. The severe headache was like a ball of silver needles suddenly exploded in his mind, making him almost unable to think and control his body.

Xiao Zhi, who was on the side, realized that something was wrong, he suddenly floated forward and supported Frost's crumbling body: "Lord?!"

Frost gritted his teeth, not allowing himself to make the slightest sound.

Xiao Zhi was very worried: "Can I take you back to Hessen?"

"No." Frost's voice came out of his mouth reluctantly. "Small things...just wait a while...going back to Hesse...it's no use..."

Xiao Zhi helped Frost to the side and sat down, because Frost could not control his body, Xiao Zhi could only let him lean on his body.

It's the first time they've known each other so close.

Xiao Zhi turned his head to look at Frost, only the faint ghost fire in the crypt could be used as a light source, but it did not affect his sight. From such a close distance, he can clearly see the other side's thick eyelashes like feather fans, with a little nice arc, and the deep outline casts a shadow on Frost's face, making his facial features more three-dimensional.

From the tip of his nose, he could smell the unique black forest air from Frost, and the smooth silver hair brushed Xiao Zhi's ears, making him feel a little itchy.

Frost frowned, silently enduring the pain of the headache, and he seemed unwilling to show even the slightest vulnerability in front of people.

Xiao Zhi was keenly aware of this, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently pat him on the back, comforting Frost and himself who couldn't help at this moment.

At this moment, Xiao Zhi felt a little helpless.

He couldn't help but wonder what Assen had experienced alone in the past six hundred years? Why do you have a headache? Did he carry it by himself every time? Why did Asen want him? Are you resenting him for leaving without saying goodbye?

The room was silent except for the two people who were very close.

There seems to be a different atmosphere flowing in the air, a little sweet, a little sour, and more of a gloomy bitterness.

In the silence, Xiao Zhi saw the wound on Frost's hand, which was left when he fought Nafa just now. Frost showed that he didn't care about it, but Xiao Zhi felt the wound. Very dazzling.

He said softly, "I'll help you deal with the wound first."

Frost didn't answer, Xiao Zhi took it as his acquiescence.

Xiao Zhi took out a roll of bandages from his backpack. This was one of the trade items that appeared in the planning of the trade zone, a healing bandage produced by the undead pharmacist. However, this thing is not aimed at adventurers, but is going to be sold to those undead who live in Hesse. It is always more convenient to sell in the trade area than the pharmacist himself.

Xiao Zhi gently pulled up Frost's hand. The wound on this hand was so hideous that it was almost penetrated by a broad sword, but Frost continued to fight without changing his face, as if he could not feel pain Same.

The bandage wrapped around the wound and wrapped it completely. Xiao Zhi didn't know how long it would take for this to take effect, so he decided to leave it as it was.

The silence continued for a while, and Xiao Zhi suddenly felt a light on his shoulders.

Xiao Zhi turned his head to look beside him, and saw that Frost had stood up. At this moment, his eyes were clear, and he could not see the pain and chaos from before.

"Go." Frost stepped forward, his steps were steady, his back straight, still the invincible Hessian lord.

He walked to the place where the method disappeared, and picked up a green flame wrapped in a crystal from the ground. Frost glanced at the crystal and threw it to Xiao Zhi as usual.

This is the resentment of the dead that Xiao Zhi is looking for.

Xiao Zhi stretched out his hand to take it, and at the same time heard a soft "thank you", when he looked up, he only saw a silver hair and Frost's back.

Xiao Zhi smiled, hurriedly put away the grievances of the dead, and followed in the footsteps of the boss.