Chapter 1889

A group of pure undead still running away suddenly stopped, because they found that the giant had a new target and would not pursue them any more.

"Who is that kid? How come I haven't seen it before? " All in a mess of the dead youth breathlessly asked to his companion.

"I haven't seen it either, but it looks like a lower dead." Another young dead man shook his head and hung many colors on his body.

"The lower dead? Are you kidding me? How could the lower dead run to the forest of death? " A dead girl, with the help of her companion, came over with an unbelievable face.

"Anyway, that Moorish animal seems to have taken her as the target. Let's take the opportunity to leave first." The young dead don't want to take care of each other's life and death at all. Even if the appearance of each other has solved their crisis, in the eyes of the proud pure dead, the lower dead are as small as ants. It's a joke to ask them to save a lower dead.

Just as they were trying to evacuate while the Moorish's target was moving, a shrill roar broke out from the mouth of the giant.

This roar, so that the earth will be shocked, a group of young undead surprised to look around.

And then all that happened to them froze them.

I saw a quick and small figure, with the help of the trees around her, flying in the middle of the sky. She held a very inconspicuous long bow in her hand. While she dodged, the long bow in her hand kept shooting arrows at the Moorish beast.

It's almost impossible to use ordinary arrows to fight against advanced undead, which is highly defensive. Even if it's a sword that cuts iron like mud, it's hard to bring them fatal injury.

However, an inconceivable scene happened in front of their eyes. Every arrow shot by that figure was aimed at the eyes of Moorish beast!

No matter how powerful an undead is, its eyes are always its most vulnerable place.

"How could it be How did she do it? " The dead boy rubbed his eyes unbelievably. He couldn't believe what he saw.

A lower undead can bring heavy damage to the higher undead! This is a joke!

"My God! I've never seen such a precise archery! " The dead girl covered her mouth with a cry.

In the constant dodging, they were able to shoot arrows in half the air, and each arrow hit the eye of Moorish. Under such intensive attack, Moorish's fragile eyes were already full of black arrows. They could not imagine that there were undead who could complete so many shots under such circumstances, and the accuracy was even higher than 100% Hundred!

"Is that guy really a low-level undead? No way. " Before, the pure undead who wanted to take the chance to escape stopped, and they were stunned to see the lower undead playing the higher undead.

Seeing that the Moorish beast, which almost closed all of them, was tricked to this extent by a lowly and low-level undead, the world outlook of these young people was completely distorted.

Fall!

That goods can't be the lower dead! The skill of your lower dead is so good! How can NIMA let our pure species live!