Light and Darkness by Pitt Michael (free e reader txt) 📖

spirit touched a group of evil ice cold energy. The sudden sorrow, fierceness, and extreme desire for flesh and blood creatures almost suffocated Roger. At the same time, Fengyue immediately turned to look in that direction, stood still, turned around, and rushed past.

　　A zombie emerged from the fog. The zombie's flesh has been darkened, but it is abnormally strong, with a simple leather armor and a short sickle in each hand. Through this period of research on the collection of various undead creatures, Roger immediately recognized this as a zombie warrior. Zombie warriors are often formed by warriors with strong martial skills and determined will during their lifetime, and retain some of their fighting consciousness and skills during their lifetime. Compared with ordinary zombies, there are always ten times, eight times, five times, six times. A small number of zombie warriors evolved from ordinary zombies, but not as good as the previous one.

　　 Fengyue rushed in front of the zombie warrior, the long-handed sickle was raised high, and the sword was chopped off. The zombie warrior held a pair of short sickles high, trying to seal the frame. The sickle of Fengyue suddenly accelerated in the air, flashed over the seal, and chopped off. The zombie warrior is very agile. Although unexpected, the body still flashes after instinctively. Although Fengyue's sickle struck it, it was a little bit reluctant to have its tough body, only a length of one foot and a half inch deep wound was drawn on the front chest. The skin of the wound was opened, and only a piece of dead gray was seen. Dried meat is very different from the rot and pus wounds of ordinary zombies. The movement of the zombie warrior does not seem to have any effect on this wound, and it is still very swift.

　　 Fengyue was a veteran of zombies, immediately applied unskilled tactics, began to circle around the zombie warrior, the long handle sickle appeared haunted, from time to time to break through the zombie warrior's defense line, leaving only a long wound. The so-called ants often bite dead elephants, there are more wounds, and the movements of zombie warriors can't help but slow down. Only due to the lack of natural strength of the skeleton, Fengyue can only fight the zombie warrior for a long time.

　　Rog tried again to explore this zombie warrior mentally, and sensed that a thin layer of magic energy covered its whole body. Roger, who is familiar with low-level magic, knows that this is the effect of magic armor, but he did not expect this zombie warrior to be born with such protective magic. This is completely inconsistent with what is contained in the collection. Roger condensed his mind, once again increasing the frequency of mental power, and sensed the previous cold energy in the body of the zombie warrior. Close to the moment, this energy is as striking as the lighthouse in the night. With a move in his heart, Rogge carefully tried to wrap the mass of energy with mental power, and then screamed. The zombie warrior immediately shook his body, the energy of the magic armor faded like a tide, and then it continued to shake and struggle desperately, and the pain, fear and even grief hit Roger. At this time, the fat man's will has been firm as steel, unmoved, but squeezing that mass of energy desperately.

　　Fengyue is so clever, how can Ken let go of this opportunity, under the death of the scythe of death, a dozen black lines crisscrossed into a net, silently floating over the body of the zombie warrior. The zombie warrior stayed still all at once, and after a while, only heard a bang, shattered into dozens of small pieces, and scattered all over the ground. The mass of energy also exploded, turning into countless bright flashes, and scattered around. Fengyue jumped with joy, sucking the wafting energy through the air, and merged with the energy deep in his skull. The kind of satisfaction and pleasure, just like a long drought in the desert traveler, sipped the clear spring, and covered the whole body of Fengyue. Rogge followed with a small supplement.

　　 There was a sudden stop in the air.

　　 Fengyue and Roger stopped enjoying and waited quietly. How many times of life and death has already cultivated a person's incisive instinct.

The surrounding environment is projected in Roger's spiritual world, and the small group of dazzling golden lights in the center is the original energy of the gods hidden in the skull of Fengyue. The purple and black circles around the golden lights are floating with a little mist of golden light. To make Rogge very familiar, it seems that he now exists as a fog of spiritual energy. Since this time, Fengyue's energy has grown a lot.

Around the golden light of Fengyue, dozens of cold, pale energy groups light up one by one, bright and dark, of which seven or eight energy groups are similar to the talents of talented zombie warriors, and there is a largest energy group flashing in the distance. The cold light blue light, the energy intensity is almost equivalent to three zombie warriors. There was a chill in Roger's heart, glancing at the entire battlefield. As far as the eyes can see, zombies of different ranks are crawling out of the mud.

　　 Fengyue and Roger have the same intention at the moment, and the evil existence on the other side of the mountain can only be let go for now. It seems that a group of zombies around here can't deal with it, and it seems to be the best strategy. Of course Fengyue's thoughts were never so complicated, but it seemed that he understood Rogge's thoughts and rushed out in the opposite direction of the largest group of energy. A few knives along the way solved a few low-level zombies who were crawling out of the soil.

Seeing rushing out of the siege, a zombie soldier stopped the way. Fengyue and Rogge reapplyed their old skills, Rogge attacked the zombie warrior’s energy core with all his strength, and made it stand still. Fengyue was wiped away with a knife, but this knife was lightly wound, easily breaking the magic armor of the zombie warrior’s body, Although he still could not cut his waist, but at least one foot deep. The energy group of the zombie warriors began to drift away again, but Fengyue had no intention of absorbing it. Once again, he cut down the two inferior zombies and walked away.

　　Roger clearly felt that the light blue energy group chased by the group was full of anger and unwillingness. But zombies are hard to compete with skeletons. Fengyue is so fast that it is not like a skeleton. The most powerful zombie, (whether Rogge does not yet know whether it is a zombie lord or a millennium zombie king) wants to catch up. Now that he had no worries about escape, Roger concentrated all his mental energy on the light blue energy, and immediately struck it like a candle in the wind and rain. Rogge didn't feel well for himself either, and it took him a while to recover.

　　Roger laughed proudly, but had not finished laughing, but saw Fengyue rushed straight to a cliff and jumped down. The rapid fall made fear like a wave of anger and overwhelmed Rog.

"what!"

　　 screamed, Roger rolled over and sat up, sweating through the pillows. He gasped for a moment, wondering whether the dream was true or not at the moment.

　　 "Lord Rog, what's wrong with you?" A pretty maid pushed the door and walked in, her sleepy eyes dim, and Luo Yi was half-cleared. "Are you having a nightmare? Do you want me to accompany you?" The maid's brows and eyes are full of style.

　　Roger sat quietly, thinking about the situation in his dream, and seemed to be enlightened. He looked at the maid, and the mist of purple and black flashed in his eyes. The maid immediately groaned, and the two blood in his nose ran down, fell to the ground, and fainted.

　　 "Ahahahaha!!!" Roger laughed loudly in the sky, the electric light flashed through the window, and his face was brightened, just like the reincarnation of the devil.

　　 After a thunderbolt, the rainstorm poured down.

Shortly after the book was sealed, Lille City issued a conscript, and Roger and others set off for Wangdu. Anyway, there are already some rules in the territory at this time, and everything is still on the track. The hammer of the iron ore God of War may be used by half, and the rest can’t sell too much money, except for the maintenance of the castle. The maintenance cost, the rest is used to repair the road.

　　 The winter in the mountain area is still very cold. A heavy snow a few days ago made the entire mountain area silvery. The afternoon sun shone on the trees and refracted into a colorful halo, just like a crystal palace.

　　Hundreds of dragons and beautiful mercenaries marched leisurely on the way out. Seven months ago, they were either defeated soldiers or terrible soldiers. But between life and death, the veterans who survived a hundred battles and did not wink were killed. Although it's hard to change the habits, it seems a little bit of a bandit, but everyone has a vague sense of murder.

　　 Buddha relies on gold clothing, and people rely on clothing. The mercenaries were already well equipped, and after a month of repairs in Sellersburg, they renovated their equipment. Everyone issued a crimson velvet cloak, and half of the bronze vest was hung on the chest of the horse. This group of mercenaries is pulled out, how to see how it looks like the ace knight, and where do you want to be a third-rate mixed forces? The last fifty people in the queue wore simple leather armor, bowed on their backs, and followed the mercenaries on foot. These people are the mountain people recalled by Roger, and the fat man is ready to train him.

Suddenly ill, Roger (actually due to exhaustion of mental power) has always been unable to understand that night is a dream. After three days, the mental power has only recovered for a small half, but the fat man has mastered it. The mystery of spiritual shock. At the moment, the fat man is sitting in a warm carriage, enjoying the treatment of sickness. It's just that the bumpy road wakes up the fat man from sleep.

　　 This day finally arrived in Lille City, the mercenaries and Kate separated to report to the military. As an independent cavalry brigade, Rogge and others owned a small camp in the Third Cavalry. Go to the military department to register, receive letters, take the lead, pay for equipment, make team flags, and so on. There are a lot of trivia, and only a few nobles are busy.

　　Only this team flag, tossed twice. At first, Lens volunteered to customize the team's flag, and came back to take a look. A fat dragon was riding a woman. Sure enough, the angel's face, the devil's figure, and the beauty of the beauty was vivid. Franco turned blue.

　　 Then Rogge went into battle, and four days later, next to an elegant fairy dragon on the flag, leaned against a stunning bard. It was really a national fragrance and unparalleled beauty. It's just that Franco became more familiar with each other, and finally recognized that this was the reddish top girl in Lille City's biggest gold-selling nest "Elves in the Night". With a dozen of these flags, I was afraid that I would be impeached by the aristocratic watchdog immediately, and even Opheroc didn't want to protect everyone. With a sigh, Franco, who was already overwhelmed, had to take over the team flag again. Everyone laughed a lot, an expression that should have been this way.

　　Roger, on the grounds of being sick, without the consciousness of being a captain,