Liu Yufeng looked at the man who had gone mad and silently put the practice cards back, the man who had gone mad became the target of all the people and was too dead to die after he struck.
Because all the players around him struck.
Right now several elves were casting spells to save the injured woman, and they showed enough kindness to the humans who complied with the game, most of which, of course, Liu Yufeng alone fought for.
"You humans are really complicated." Kalis said with a frown at the dead man.
"Yes, but this is human." Liu Yufeng sighed.
"The undead tactics are good, although the sacrifice is huge, but can win that epic mage, the wrist race we can give to the orcs, the book of innocence and the might of a sword do you have a way?" Eyes wandering between the remaining legends, Kallis asked Liu Yufeng, invisibly he has taken Liu Yufeng as the strongest person in this round of the game.
"To be honest, I can't do it, I don't have any certainty about these two games, if it's really the only two games left and there's nothing everyone can do, I'm willing to try." Liu Yufeng said after thinking carefully for a while.
"I admire you, I hope I can be friends with you." Kalis extended his hand to Liu Yufeng, because he understood that the so-called willingness to try, in other words, is not much different from sending death.
"Good, you are my first elf friend." Liu Yufeng held the palm of Kalis' hand strongly, and when his souls met, he could feel that Kalis was a righteous elf.
"I think we need to communicate with the rest of the players, maybe they will have something to do as well." Kalis said.
"Good." Liu Yufeng nodded his head.
In the wind and snow, two people began to run between the players of various communities, even the abhorrent undead, but also frankly, after all, grudges or world feuds, can be cleared up later, there is nothing more important than living through this round of the game in front of you.
"My name is Patrick, a member of the Grant Undead family, the Book of Innocence I have the means, the price is my death, so I need a promise from you two."
An undead who looked a bit old said to Liu Yufeng and Kalis.
"Grant is an undead family under the Death Temple, and their magic is very... special." Kalis added to Liu Yufeng.
"Tell me, what promise do you want." Liu Yufeng opened his mouth and asked.
Patrick smiled, revealing the only few blackened and yellowed teeth in his mouth, and he saluted Liu Yufeng and Kalis with his withered, dry corpse-like arms.
"I want you guys not to attack the rest of the undead after I die."
"Only if they don't attack us." Kalis said.
"Of course, if any undead attacks other players in this round, you guys can kill him." Patrick looked the cloudy eyes under his sutured eyelids at Liu Yufeng, seemingly waiting for Liu Yufeng's answer, after all, this human teenager carried more weight in this round of the game than the elf Kalis.
"I agree to your request." Liu Yufeng nodded his head.
"I believe you, young man, because those who have a bright soul never lie." Slightly bending down to Liu Yufeng, Patrick walked away with his crutches with a concealed gait.
On the bridge of death, Patrick's rags fluttered with the bitter cold wind, with his walking stick in his hand, like a decaying flag fluttering in the wind.
Behind Patrick, Liu Yufeng tightened the fur coat on his body, and Kallis just watched the hunched back gradually away, leaving footprints after footprints on the snow, and finally came to Inquisitor Raglan's body.
"Great inquisitor, I would like to sign my name above the innocent."
Looking at Patrick, who stood with his hands on crutches in the cold wind, the Inquisitor handed over the Book of Innocence, despite his great hatred of the undead.
"Thank you for your mercy."
Patrick seriously and solemnly bowed to Raglan, and then slowly turned over the Book of Innocence, picked up the quill that was wedged in the book, and slowly raised his hands to the sky.
The low undead incantation rang out from the mouth of Patrick, the old undead.
Listen to the obscure undead incantation, a moment Lagergren guessed what the old undead intended to do, which made him look at the old undead gaze of disgust are less a little.
When the last syllable ended, Patrick shouted in an old voice.
"Ask the god of death to me - to clear the score!"
Green flames suddenly lit up from Patrick's body, and in the firelight, Patrick calmly wrote his name on the Book of Innocence --- Patrick Grant, and then exchanged the Book of Innocence to Inquisitor Raglan.
When Raglan took the Book of Innocence, the old undead had two more words under his name: Innocent.
Raglen closed the Book of Death in silence and looked up toward the old undead. In Patrick, the green flame was burning more and more vigorously as if it had ignited dried up firewood, and the old undead Patrick slowly turned around and gave a warm smile to the players in the flames. A few seconds later, he was burned into a cloud of flying ashes and floated in the bitter cold wind.
He was an old undead that everyone hated, and he left nothing behind.
But he actually stayed, again.
Because he left a warm smile in the hearts of Inquisitor Raglan and Liu Yufeng and even countless players.
"My impression of the undead has been turned upside down again." Liu Yufeng said as he looked at the ashes floating high into the sky.
"I have a little bit too, but I still mostly have their nasty look in my mind." Calis sighed and said as he withdrew his gaze to the sky.
Director's prompt.
"Undead player --- Patrick Grant --- has defeated Inquisitor Raglen Ward and won! Current winning progress 4/7, full victory will pass this round!"
This time, there was no cheering, the remaining players all had more or less that heavy look on their faces, because the old undead Patrick's smile had not yet dissipated in their hearts.
His death, his last smile gradually ignited the fervor in the hearts of the players, especially the fervor of the orcs, an abomination of the undead can do this, it seems that death is not so terrible, is not it?
A tall orc stood up, his face furious as he walked towards the berserker Bentham Luther.
"Clement, wait a little longer, you can't go on now!"
"Clement, bear with me!"
"You are the hope of the orc race, you should ....."
Swinging his arm to push away the orcs blocking the way one by one, the angry Clement roared loudly at.
"I am the successor of the orc glory family, my name is Clement, and I am not called coward!"
Seeing that the clansmen were still blocking, Clement angrily yelled out.
"That's enough! Whoever stops me again, I will bet the family's glory to fight you here!"
Only seven remaining orcs retreated, the word duel in the world of orcs is sacred, serious, that represents Clement's strong will to die.
The word "duel" is sacred in the world of orcs, serious, that represents a strong will to die.
"I bet all my dignity and glory to challenge you, for the sake of my dead clan." Clement placed his thick arm on the special table, the heat rising from his fangs, and his green eyes stared deadly at Bentham across the iron table, as if he wanted to eat the other side.
"Whatever, anyway how it is you lose, and then be hammered to death by my fist." Bentham's face was expressionless as he put his hand up.
The two hands clasped together, and an incomparably fierce encounter began!