Lost Temple Chapter 20

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“Retreat! Quickly!!!” Falling To The Silence shout ahead, the machete at the waist is unsheathed, his eyes are staring at the front.

“No use, we are surrounded~ ” Black Mark's voice has just landed, and everyone saw the skeleton sea pouring from the depths of the ruins.

“Purify!!!” Rose of Versailles took the opportunity to lifted the staff, a golden light shone upon the skeleton's body closest to them, the sacred spells have deadly lethality for the undead creatures, there was a cl.u.s.ter of blue smoke came out of the skeleton's body and then it disappeared.

“Rose! Good job~” A Ghost Dragging Knife amazed, followed by a beautiful side of the big sword flas.h.i.+ng over the skeleton troops, the dagger in the hand dexterously moved forward, neatly cut off the head of the skeletons. Under the efforts of the people the skeletons turned into blue smoke and disappeared, but these monsters went up like ants advance dauntlessly in wave upon wave*, and gradually Rose of Versailles' purification was no longer as effective as before, a skeleton soldier has to be purified four or five times before it disappears, the people who are fighting close also found that the monsters can no longer be destroyed by being cut off their heads. Even some of the skeleton's heads fell on the ground, and the upper and lower cheekbones are still moving in one piece.

(T/N: 前赴后继: advance dauntlessly in wave upon wave, is an idiom means: person in front goes up, and the people behind him follow up. Described as courageously moving forward and continuously coming up)

“Rose, don't waste your mana anymore!” Fusu's snowstorm freeze a large troops of skeletons then he turned his head to stop Rose of Versailles from continuing the purification technique.

“What's wrong?” Facing everyone's puzzled eyes, Fusu explained: “This is strengthening the skeletons soldiers, and these skeletons are not coming out of nowhere, someone summonned them, there are at least Five Necromancers around us!”

“What??!!” Necromancer (Undead Master), as the name implies it is the caster of the undead creatures, they abandon their ident.i.ty and rely on the forces of darkness, they have acquired immortal life and powerful mana, these necromancers are best at cursing spells and summoning lower undead creatures, even the powerful necromancer can kill their opponents by cursing and turn them into powerful puppets!

“The melee system covers us, all the professions that can attack in the distance focus on finding the necromancer who hides in the dark, and then focus on attacking!”

The sorcerers lost the edge, several people in the melee were suffocated by the constant pressure of the skeleton sea, Not Crazy Not Survive have lost two more summoned beasts, making his face grew paler. Cold Wave loudly shout, put away the big sword that never leave his hand, and two large s.h.i.+elds are taken out of the s.p.a.ce bag, one left and one right standing on the ground, the side of the triangular team is tightly covered, the skeleton soldier's weapon raindrops fall on a s.h.i.+eld and really does not affect the slightest. With his block, the pressure is eased, “Hurry up! I can hold up to ten minutes!”

Fusu rushed to Cold Wave and nodded slightly, the eyes hidden under the monocles suddenly sharpened and slowly swept around, as if to penetrate the broken wall ruins. A huge ice cone suddenly appeared at his fingertips, slamming into the half-collapsed wall with lightning speed. The ruined building could not help but collapsed by the intense attack, exposing the figure behind the wall wrapped in a black cloak. Not waiting untill the Necromancer reacts the whistling ice, the bursting fireb.a.l.l.s, the sharp feather arrows fleet, and the Necromancer's body has been killed before it has landed.

“There are still the other four!” Fusu waved his hand to indicate everyone not to happy too early, while continuing to condense and feel the slight magical fluctuations in the air.

“There!” The Taomari in Black Mark's hand pointed to the right, an Armor Piercing arrow has already flown over, it just shattered the necromancer's magical s.h.i.+eld around him then returned, the mage hiding in the cloak grinned —— If only the skeleton's face can make a “laugh” expression —— the five fingers of the white skeleton stick out of the cloak and pointed to his opponent, but unfortunately he had no time to cast a curse, Black Mark's Frozen Arrow has frozen the black robe mage who has lost the protection of the mana s.h.i.+eld into an ice cubes, followed by Six-Ways of Reincarnation's Broken Steel Arrow crushed the “ice cube”.

“Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore!” There has been a crack on the tower s.h.i.+eld and there was a cold sweat on Cold Wave's forehead too. Seeing that he has caught, the blue veins had already appeared on his hand, it can be seen that he has already worked hard. “Bah~~ the strengthened troops is harder than I thought!”.

“Boss we can't do it! go Madness!” The wolves used a big sword to block the knife face to face. Steel City took this chance to shake the numbness of his arm and shouting to Drunken Evil Of The throne.

“No!” Cold Wave who stabilized the arm that supports the s.h.i.+eld, heard the □□ words of the Dragon Gun Knight who took out the double sword, “i can still hold it! Let Ah Yao do something delicious, you can't go madness first.”

Although the madness skills can temporarily improve the body's various indexes, but at the end of the day the indices will be halved, this is kind of one thousand injured eight hundred self-damage*, Drunken Evil Of The Throne unwilling to take it out, not to mention that they just entered Lisaxiuta, the road behind is still very long, he is not willing to drag the weak body, become the burden of the day. Take a glance at Cold Wave, signaling the other party not to be stubborn, Drunken Evil Of The throne put away the double sword and changed into □ □ He vent his anger, rush to the skeletons troops in the front and stabbed a pair of them.

(T/N: The original text is: 一千自损八百 “A thousand injured, self-damaged eight hundred.” it's from The Art of War. Which has meaning; Although they killed a thousand enemies,but they also lost 800 people too. There is not much difference between the two sides in the loss situation. It is show that if you fight with people, It's not just the enemy that's lost, it's actually you both lose.)

With the help of Not Crazy Not Survive's summoned Warcraft, Perfect Storm successfully burns a necromancer into a ashes with a compressed fireball, the air is filled with the stinky smell of burnt bodies, makes people wrinkled their noses in disgust. The three necromancers have been killed and the attack of the skeleton troops has slowed down, several people in the melee can finally breathe a little. Snowy Days Memories' sharp-eyed saw a black robe fluttering in a corner not far away, she quickly stabbed a piece of ice, satisfactorily saw a necromancer stabbed and fell from the corner, cover the wound and stumbled to the depths of the town. The same Ice Sorcerer, but the lethality is much worse than that of Fusu, she feels neglected by her companions all the way. She was too eager to express herself so she can't think too much, she grabs the staff and pushes Steel City in front of her to chased out. But she did not notice the necromancer's tricky smile hanging in the corner of his mouth.

“Snowy, come back now!” Drunken Evil Of The Throne shouted, but it's too late, because of Snowy Days Memories blindly chasing out, there was a huge gap in the triangular lineup, a knife with a cold light cut directly to the unprotected Rose of Versailles.

Unlike the combat-type profession, the priest as the doctor is the most vulnerable existence of the entire team, the people outside the ring can't save her. Facing the weapon Rose of Versailles can only desperately close her eyes…

Just when everyone thought that they would watch Rose of Versailles return to the resurrection point by any second, a feather arrow flew before her and landed on the ground, a rectangular golden s.h.i.+eld separated her from the big knife, though the s.h.i.+eld only hold on for ten seconds, however it was enough for Drunken Evil Of The Throne and Steel City on the left and right cut down the skeleton troops who broke into the triangle lineup.

Seeing that his own strategy failed, the necromancer who had previously deceived the enemy suddenly turned around, and a ray of light gathered on his staff, then a green light snake shot at the female sorcerer chasing behind him.

Facing the light of death that hits her, Snowy Days Memories was helpless, because she was too eager to make a fuss, she can't even catch up with a layer of magic s.h.i.+eld on her body, now she can be said she was no different than a lamb which was about to be slaughtered.

A swift figure rushed from behind, grabbed the female sorcerer's waist and took her to roll to the right avoiding the deadly death ray, and then without hesitation the female sorcerer was thrown back to the center of the triangle lineup. Fortunately she remembered to put a mana s.h.i.+eld on herself in the moment, otherwise even if she was not attacked by the Necromancer, the power of this fall will also make her suffer… Look at the female sorcerer who has been thrown was confused, Falling To The Silence coldly said: “if you do that again, go die!” The figure swayed and escaped another dead ray, the body rushed straight up and the knife flashed, the sly black robed Mage has been cut off his head by a cross-over machete.

As the Necromancer was wiped out, the endless skeleton sea seems to have been blocked from the source, no longer continued to increase, the rest were soon wiped clean by the group of people, Rose of Versailles' Holy Light continuously lit up on eveyone's body, some of the wounds that were left by the skeleton's attack were healed in a blink of an eye. Black Mark slipped the white harp back into the void bracelet and hold the Taomari in his hand again ——Compared to the Holy Light of the Rose of Versailles, his healing was not enough, after all the profession's skill had each specialization, a strong Holy Light is equal to three times of his healings, it's time for the professionals to deal with it~ he'll be a good archer for the time being~~~~~~

“It's exhausting, it's really hard to get this kind of thing again….” Extreme Elements took a bottle of juice from Black Mark to moistened his throat, secretly complained to An Tong.

“Hehehe~~~ The party has just begun~~” A sweet and charming voice sounded in the empty town. The people looked up at the source of the sound, A woman was standing on the roof of a well-prepared house, she was wearing a red tight-fitting leather coat with metallic textures swayed in the flickering light bring out her hot and sleek body, let a few unwilling people secretly swallow their saliva: “Ah ~ ~ Welcome to Lisaxiuta handsome guys, of course welcome to the two little beauties too ~~~”

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Never ending fight… But we've come to the twenties~~~