Chapitre 138: Hell Ghoul

Large patches of soil raised with a burst of cackling sound. The scene of dozens of Skeletal Warriors breaking out from the soil made the three people hiss in a cold breath. Rusty machetes and the flickering will-o-the-wisp filled the atmosphere with gloom and horror.

"Bloody hell…" Mason's face went sickly pale in an instant. He only felt chill on his back as if a gush of cold wind had just blown past.

It was in the center of these dozens of Skeletal Warriors where he was caught by his calf earlier on. If not for his two teammates, who were quick enough to rescue him in time… Looking at how these dozens of Skeletal Warriors flocked up, not to mention a level-nine mage like him, even a level-nine warrior would inevitably be cut to pieces.

Luckily… living in a room with these two guys was really the wisest choice he had made…

He was secretly rejoicing when Orrin's cold voice came from behind. "Idiot, stop spacing out."