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The great magician of the dead is a very powerful enemy. In the case of adventurers, the platinum level is not easy to defeat, and the Mithril level has a full chance of winning. Greenham and others can win if they don't think about fatigue. Plus, fortunately, some of the members of this time can exert a powerful force against the undead, making everyone seem to have taken a pill.

And it will be difficult to deal with the distance between the women and the fruit, but at the current distance, the situation will be very beneficial to them.

"Be the master of the grave!"

Greenham judged this way. The dead magician is the master. Sometimes he will dominate the army of the undead, and may even deal with the living according to circumstances.

Captains such as ghost ship captains appearing in the Kaz Plain, sailing in the fog, and the great magicians of the dead, known for their dominance of a waste city, are good examples.

So it is not surprising that the dead magician is the owner of this tomb.

"Did we win the lottery? Really lucky!"

"The commission did not ask us to kill the owner of the grave!"

"Let your opponent see the power of "Heavy Crusher"!"

"Let him see God's refuge!"

Other companions shouted. They faced such strong enemies as the great magician of the dead, and so roared in order to drive out fear.

"Defense Magic--"

When Greenham was about to call out tactics to his determined companions, he suddenly felt a sense of abruptness. He immediately found the source of suddenness. It is this strong enemy in front of him, the great magician of the dead.

"... what's wrong?"

"He doesn't seem to plan... to raid us?"

The great magician of the dead clearly saw them, but he was quiet. Neither raised the staff nor chanted magic. Just looked at them silently.

This made Greenham hard to hide their confusion, because they thought they would immediately enter the battle. But they did not dare to start strong first.

Indeed, the undead are hostile to living people. However, it is also true that some intelligent undead are willing to negotiate with humans. Almost all of you will lose money when you negotiate, but sometimes the undead will also propose a truce, and therefore get props made using long-lost technology.

The most important point is that when encountering a powerful enemy like the dead magician, it is of course best to not have to fight. Maybe he appeared because he was impatient because he couldn't use the trap to solve the party; but it was also impossible for him to know the strength of the group and chose to negotiate peacefully.

Considering these possibilities, it is too reckless to start by being strong first. This is equivalent to completely abandoning the possibility of negotiation. Here is within the palm of the enemy. In a state where the retreat has not been secured, the risk of fierce fighting is too high.

Greenham and others looked at the expressions of other companions to make sure everyone thought the same.

It is of course the leader’s job to speak as a representative.

"Anger himself is rude, you seem to be the owner of this tomb. I will wait--"

The great magician of the dead turned his terrifying face at Greenham, and his skinny fingers pressed against his lips.

Meaning-quiet.

Although this gesture is very unsuitable for the great magician of the dead, they did not have the courage to do it-no, they dared to give up that kind of words to the strong.

Greenham shut his mouth obediently. Then he heard "that voice" coming again from the quiet passage, and couldn't help but doubt his ears.

I heard that sound just now, it was the sound of some kind of object "click, click" hitting the floor. And there are still several--

Greenham and others looked at each other, and they did not want to believe the answer imagined from the sound they heard.

Then-everyone screamed together.

"Who is it! Who said that the dead magician is the master of the grave?"

"I'm so sorry! It's me!"

"Don't joke! This is ridiculous!"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's impossible to win!"

"God's refuge is also limited!"

At the beginning, the same kind of monster appeared behind the dead magician, and there were still six.

There are seven such powerful immortal magic chanters.

Indeed, since they all exist in the same kind, the attacking methods are also the same. In other words, as long as the preventive measures that can make all attacks invalid, it is not a problem to defeat seven.

But the problem is that they can't do it without so many preventive measures.

In a situation where there is no chance of winning, Greenham and they have completely lost their fighting spirit.

"So, let's get started."

With the dead man's magician proclaiming nothing, the seven staffs were slowly raised, and Greenhan yelled:

"retreat!"

As if to wait for this sentence, everyone in the squad tried their best to sprint their legs. They ran at full speed in the opposite direction of the dead magician. Of course, they have no time to consider the situation in front of the passage, and they only want to escape the surplus combat power of the dead magician group and obtain a little chance of survival.

The lead is the thief. Behind them are Greenham, the magician, the priest, and the warrior.

A group of people kept running, running without hesitation.

At the corner. This place should have been guarded against traps or monsters, but footsteps came from behind, and they had no extra effort to observe carefully. Everything can only be dictated by destiny.

There are stone doors on the left and right sides of the passage, but they thought it might be a dead end. They did not have the courage to open the door and rush in.

The harsh metallic sound of people running in metal armor echoed through the passage. Although the sound may attract monsters, "silence" is used without excess spirit.

Run, run, and run again.

They swayed their legs desperately, ran across the corners, and rushed through the passage to make them lose their sense of direction. It was already unclear where they were. If they can, they want to go back to the entrance, but they don’t have that extra effort.

"-- Are they still behind?"

Greenham roared while running. The soldier who ran in the end answered him:

"Still! I'm chasing us with running ones!"

"hateful!"

"Don't chase after running! Why not fly magic!"

"If they fly, we must eat magic continuously, idiot!"

"Hide into a small room and negotiate with them..."

The magician shouted out of breath. Among the members who are currently the weakest, he looks like he will fall to the ground at any time.

Greenham judged that this was not the way to go, and the magician couldn't support himself.

The undead monster like the dead magician will not be tired. If you go on like this, a group of people will be forced to a desperate situation, and after being exhausted, they will only be killed slowly. ,, ..

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