Chapter 592 Black Dust Storm, Corpse Minister

Yao Nan hovered in the air of the entire advancing team, his eyes stared ahead, and finally saw a large group of ghost-like creatures in white ghost clothes among the dense black carrion army!

The white cloth looks pale, and their bodies are half-empty, as if they can pass through their bodies. They are not walking, but floating...

"I saw that guy!" Yao Nan smiled coldly.

The team began to move forward at full speed, and the fire mage became the main force of the whole team. The powerful punches in a wide range were aimed at those black ones, and blood and flesh must have been flying, and pieces of flames smashed out on the scorched ground. One pothole after another.

"The Light Mage Group is also ahead, join the other teams!" A Sky Eagle Mage also coiled in the air, and said loudly to Yao Nan.

In the black tide of carrion, we can see teams of human mages appearing in different directions. The constantly shining magic halo is the most vivid banner, telling the mage teams scattered in different areas that they are heading towards Destinations converge!

In the middle-level field, fire mages occupy a relatively large proportion after all. The number of people awakened by the fire system will not be as rare as that of the thunder system. The magic is extremely wide, so when the various armies start to converge, you can see a piece of bright red fire carpet, as if paving a bright road for everyone.

What the undead fear most is light, followed by fire. Where the fire is ignited, the servant-level undead will walk in quite brainlessly, and the result is burned.

The flame continued to burn, and it could incinerate a servant-level undead into a charred carbon corpse, no longer posing a threat to humans.

The bright flame is the only thing that makes the human legions feel a little safe in this black carrion legion. Everyone is chasing the light of magic, chasing the flame of justice rolled up by countless middle-level mages, so that they will not be on the road to death. Get lost!

"The other teams have arrived at strategic locations, look at you slow-moving things..." Yao Nan's voice fell.

"They are a well-trained group of mages, and their cooperation with each other is much better than those of us who are temporarily formed together." Jiang Li said with some dissatisfaction.

The man ignored Jiang Li, and his eyes suddenly locked on a large cloud of black mist churning up in the crowd of black carrion corpses.

The black mist rolls over like a sandstorm, and the target is precisely these assembled mages who have not yet reached the strategic location. From Yao Nan, you can see that the rotting corpse army is making way for this thing that rolled up the black sandstorm! !

"There's something big!!!" the Skyhawk mage in the air yelled.

Just as Master Skyhawk sounded the alarm, a flesh-colored tentacle-like thing pierced through the air in the black sandstorm at an extremely fast speed!

Like a long tongue, like an arm, and more like a sarcoma that can stretch infinitely, this weird thing attacked very fast, and it directly pierced through the snow of the Skyhawk Mage before everyone had any reaction at all. White Skyhawk.

The sky eagle didn't even make a cry of struggle, its body became extremely stiff with its vitals pierced, and it twitched inexplicably in the air.

"Gulu Gulu Gulu~~~~~~~~"

The long fleshy tentacles were like huge straws, and suddenly stirred up, and it could be seen that something was being transported towards the black sandstorm.

At the same time, this Skyhawk's body became thinner, and gradually this majestic creature began to shrivel up again.

The feathers seemed to have lost their luster, and turned into a feather pouch that had rotted for an unknown number of years, attached to a corpse with only bones left. In just a few seconds, all the life energy of this Skyhawk was sucked out. When dry, it looks like it's been hung somewhere for years to dry!

The Skyhawk mage was so frightened that he fell from the top, his face became extremely pale and frightened.

"Yes...it's the Corpse Minister!!!"

Mage Skyhawk was lucky and escaped, but his Skyhawk died extremely thoroughly. If that terrible shot also pierced a certain part of his body, maybe he would become a dry body immediately corpse.

"A commander-level undead, no way, did we meet a commander-level undead?" The retired military mage panicked.

Corpse generals and the others are not afraid. As long as everyone works together to blast the mid-level magic onto the corpse generals, they can instantly destroy a corpse general without any bones left. After all, their team has more than 40 outstanding mid-level generals. Among the mages, there are no less than 10 of them with the fire system!

But the Corpse Minister is completely different, even if the number of mid-level mages here is doubled, as long as a commander-level undead appears, this unbreakable mid-level mage team can be defeated within a few minutes. scattered.

Once the team is dispersed, the vast undead army will surround everyone one by one, and it won't take long for everyone to die under the fangs of these dirty and disgusting corpses.

"It was only a few steps away from joining the other teams, and we even met the corpse minister. What should we do now? There is only one high-level mage in our team. Although it is not hopeless for all of us to unite to deal with the corpse minister, But there are hundreds of rotting corpses around us and corpse generals that appear from time to time, if everyone’s firepower is used to deal with the commander-level undead, these things will drag us away soon..." A mage from the Magic Association said in his heart Shouted in horror.

Commander-level undead are a nightmare for them, and just one appearance can make everyone die without a place to bury them.

"What should we do, are we going to die here? We don't want to die!"

"Send a signal, quickly send a signal to ask for reinforcements from other teams, they have many high-level mages there!"

"Captain, send a distress signal quickly, the black sandstorm is getting closer, I don't want to be drained like that..."

The assembled mages were already in a state of panic. The death of Tianying just now was too tragic. Thinking that they would be sucked out of blood, gravy, and internal organs like a bag of yogurt by something like a straw, they felt that their bodies were in pain. trembling!

"Hmph, the sand is generally loose, and the marching speed is like a tortoise. Even the courage is so much worse than that of the regular army. You must know that you are a bunch of useless people, why send any assembly signal... just keep going!" Yao Nan flapped his wings and said to these people mockingly.

"Captain, what you said is easy..."

"If you have time to talk nonsense, why don't you draw a few more star maps. I will deal with the corpse minister in the black sandstorm, you just kill me!!" The Yaonan changed his usual tone of demonic tone, his expression was solemn, and his voice Han Tie, he glanced over the crowd and saw that Mo Fan and the others had returned to the team, so he continued: "Vice captain, come with me to kill that corpse official!"

"Fuck|Your sister, I just returned to the team!" Panting heavily, Mo Fan turned into a manic lioness and roared.