Chapter 217 One-Sided
Everyone was panicking.
All the undead skinners emerged from the jungle. Scarlet eyes and pale bones all showed that these undead skinners were very different from ordinary undead skinners.
Sylvia's pretty face was pale, her mind was blank, and she followed the large army to flee to the Mavina tribe a thousand meters away like a zombie. If she had known that these damn demons had set a trap, why would she rush to grab the credit before? Now it's good, it's the best result to ensure that half of the people can escape back to the tribe.
These special undead skinners are very fast. Skinners are originally a demonized race with agility. They are nearly twice as fast as ordinary skinners.
In less than a few hundred meters, the army of undead skinners has caught up with the tail of the team. There was a sharp sound of swishing, and the dense bone blowpipes wove a large net, fiercely cutting off a large piece of the tail of the team.
More than 30 Amazons unfortunately became the first victims. The dense bone darts had no gaps at all and flew like a wall. They immediately fell down with screams, and their backs were densely nailed with darts, and soon they were stained with blood.
Sylvia and others were even more panicked. The team inevitably fell into chaos. Everyone now had only one thought in mind, which was to escape back to the tribe as soon as possible and rely on the still intact wooden walls to block these undead skinners.
But their bad luck was still not over. Soon, about a hundred burning souls floated out of the jungle. They were mixed in the army of undead skinners. Although their floating speed was not fast, they could not withstand the ultra-long-range attacks of others.
With a series of light sounds, nearly a hundred pale and bloody lightning instantly crossed a distance of several hundred meters and sank into Sylvia and others. In an instant, more than a dozen Amazons unfortunately became victims.
More than 40 people were killed in just a few minutes. Sylvia was in a terrible mood. She thought she could take advantage of the situation to get some credit, so that the God-Blessed One would not support Echo to take the position. But she ended up losing more than she gained. She could even imagine how these Amazons would scold her incompetence in private once they fled back to the Mavina tribe.
The screams that rang out one after another deeply stimulated the hearts of the Amazons. The fear of death surged into their hearts. They were all brave Amazon warriors, but they were also ordinary women. Under high mental tension, they subconsciously followed the crowd and ran away behind Sylvia and other members of the Zakarum Renaissance Society.
But the speed of the Undead Skinners was much faster than them.
More than 40 Amazons were killed in just a few minutes, and the Undead Skinners army bit the tail of the team. Amid the screams, one Amazon after another screamed and fell. Looking down from the sky, the pale Undead Skinners army was like a plague, eroding the team of less than a thousand people.
Sylvia heard the screams behind her, and she felt extremely painful. She immediately stopped and shouted, "Willie, take them back!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Sylvia resolutely turned around and rushed to the army of undead skinners behind her. She had already put life and death aside. All this was caused by herself. So let her atone for it.
Seeing Sylvia turning around and rushing to the back, the Amazons who were left behind woke up. They were immediately ashamed of their cowardice and turned around to follow Sylvia to meet the army of undead skinners behind them. Everyone was determined to die and was determined to buy time for other tribesmen to escape.
In an instant, skills flew across. The sudden attack immediately stagnated the momentum of the undead skinners' charge. Nearly a hundred undead skinners at the front were killed on the spot and exploded.
Dense bone spurs crisscrossed and rained down on the team of less than a hundred people. The self-explosion of the Undead Skinner was so powerful that the dozen Amazons who were at the front were instantly killed by the dense bone spurs.
"I can't die yet." Sylvia struggled to get up from the ground. She was covered in blood and her face was horribly pale. Just now, she was at the front and the self-explosion of the Undead Skinner almost completely submerged her. Fortunately, she was different from other professionals and her life was not low. Otherwise, the self-explosion of nearly a hundred Undead Skinners would have killed any ordinary professional instantly. Even a professional at level 50 or 60 would probably not be able to withstand such a blow.
Sylvia spit out a mouthful of blood, and finally a little more color appeared on her face. She staggered behind the remaining Amazons, raised her hand with difficulty to pull the trigger of the crossbow, and attacked the Undead Skinner in front.
Unfortunately, there were only more than 70 of them left. Facing tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of Undead Skinners, this number was just a drop in the ocean. Soon, the nearly endless army of undead skinners forcibly devoured the team.
Feeling a pain in her body, Sylvia forced a bitter smile and fell to the ground limply. She looked at the dark sky and her consciousness began to blur. She couldn't help but laugh at herself. In the final analysis, it was because she was too impatient that she made such an unforgivable mistake.
"Please forgive me..." Sylvia slowly closed her eyes, with a hint of bitterness on the corners of her mouth. In a trance, she saw her past.
The same hard training and the same prayers.
She suddenly found that her life was so simple. For 25 years, she had been living this monotonous life since she was old enough to understand. She gradually understood why Claudia volunteered to take on the undercover mission, and also understood why Claudia was so determined to leave the organization and join the Rogue Camp. It must be much happier to follow that God-given adventure than to be in the organization.
Gradually, the screams in her ears became smaller and smaller. Sylvia forced a bitter smile, put aside all distractions, and quietly waited for the arrival of the god of death.
"I hope God can forgive my recklessness."
At this moment, a loud bang suddenly made her consciousness recover a little. She was startled and forced to open her eyes. At a glance, she saw a solitary figure waving a giant war staff, standing not far away and constantly sending out various skills.
Fire bombs splashed, fireballs flew, and occasionally a meteorite fell from the sky. In a short moment, the army of undead skinners suffered heavy casualties. Three level 21 fire skills complement each other, and the damage is quite good. Even with the lowest-level fire bombs, only three or four shots are needed to kill an Undead Skinner.
"It's him." Sylvia suddenly opened her eyes wide, with a look of disbelief. Even if he is a God-given, he can't stop the Undead Skinner from self-destructing.
After a closer look, the disbelief in her eyes became even stronger. This God-given was surrounded by crystal-clear broken ice particles, floating like a fountain. Is this the ice defense skill Ice Shattering Armor?
It seems... it seems to be quite high level.