The Rise of the Cemetery

"Come on, this guy won't be howling banshee at all!"

Knowing that she had been deceived, Mother Emmanuel chewed her silver teeth and slammed the snake head whip in her hand, directing the priest group under her to quickly rush up.

Although she has determined that the enemy is just bluffing, no matter whether it is true or not, she will not use her life to verify anything. Let these hands carry on these dangerous things!

Taking advantage of these drows hesitating and lingering, Karen stretched out his thin and pale light green arm, and broke straight into the chests of the two standing drow weapon masters standing in front of him. It seemed to be scratching something inside. When it laughed happily, and then pulled his hand from the two men's chests, the blurred hands gripped two hazy figures that were constantly writhing and struggling.

However, as soon as the shadowy figure left the body, the two drow weapon masters seemed to have their spine removed and collapsed softly to the ground, losing their breath of life.

Karen smiled and smirked. While comfortably sucking the two souls in, he turned around and walked away. Before the enemies around him had recovered, he escaped from the encirclement in advance.

"Kill that **** ... give it to me, kill the **** undead!" Mother Emma was like a flower cat with a stomped tail, completely punctured, and the sound of her voice was a bit distorted. Distorted.

One of the two dead drow weapon masters is the martial arts chief of the family, and one is her favorite face, no matter which injury will make her heartache. But now she was killed in front of her at the same time, how can this not make her crazy?

This is not that Karen Doppelganger can clearly select the two to specifically stimulate the old drow woman behind, but among all the stiff guys around him, it is their two souls that are the most condensed and delicious.

Of course, if you really want to talk about the deliciousness of the soul, the guy who jumps and screams in the back is ranked first, but it dare not get closer. It's clear that the vampires were destroyed just now. Without the help of cannon fodders in droves, they dare not go to the trouble of those magicians!

At this point in the battle, it has been an hour since the devastating fire. The hope that the drows originally wanted to use the gap between the undead to be occupied by the fire to reoccupy the city defense zone became smaller and smaller as time passed.

In the final analysis, all the causes are the high-level undead in front of less than ten.

It was because of them that Zall ’s follow-up troops could not fill up the large number of undefeated city gate defensive facilities after the death of the undead. This forced Commander Drow to have to use heavy soldiers in the small area between the city gate and the inner city to squeeze the enemy's activity space. It is a pity that his plan gradually disappeared in the strength of several high-level undead.

The longer the time, the more disadvantageous the situation is for Zall.

But now, as Mother Emmanuel led the third family priest group to march all the way, the undead encountered encountered one after another to avoid concessions, so that the defense line that had not moved for a long time began to move backward.

The undead showed a posture that had gone away. This could not help but arouse the drowsy warriors who were fighting in the battlefield inexplicably, one by one, vigorously fighting for the first, striking the front line of several high-level undead. Baluo.

The line of giant monsters even rushed to the entrance of the city defense zone.

Everyone on the battlefield has a faint feeling, as long as you put more effort, you can crush these undead into powder, and then recapture the city defense zone completely, and use steel and stones to kill the undead with ready work. Quantity.

But after an hour has passed, the magic flame has been extinguished for a long time. Even if there is a residual magic flame in the narrow passage of the city defense, even if the temperature inside is amazingly high, shouldn't it stop the footsteps of the undead?

Mother Mistress Emmantha of the third family may not have that strategic mind to take this into account, but Commander Drow, who has been commanding the battle from the rear, can perceive the taste of conspiracy from the slow retreat of the undead.

But at this time, all the mobile forces capable of being adjusted by the major families have been hoarded here. Just now, there are still some servants and elite warriors who came to reinforce them, and then passed by with a frantic face, and invested in the force in front of him that was dense enough to be difficult to get into.

An inexplicable inexplicable panic deeply grasped Commander Drow's heart, and he could not help tearing the overly tight shirt, gasping for gasps. Waiting for a little calm, he began to move his commanding position back a little bit still.

The frontline attack was originally orderly and orderly under his command, but now driven by the mindless Emma Mother, it is already difficult to distinguish between the main and the secondary. All arms, whether it is a meat-shielded tauren, a monster, an ogre, or a skillful drow warrior, lizard cavalry, or a caster goblin warlock, ogre magician, drow priestess, priest, They were crowded together, and the efforts of shouting and screaming rushed forward, regardless of the situation ahead.

But they couldn't see it, and the drow commander who moved the command position to a small pass behind him could clearly see that the big thing was not good.

The few guys who rushed to the entrance of the city defense have been knocked down by seven or eight gray rays lasing from the shadows, and the dead air everywhere eroded their bodies into black sauce.

What's especially scary is that there are countless flapping wings and fast-moving tiny bats rushing out from the shadows of the city defense zone, and the sky is instantly covered with half of the sky. The biggest of them, ignoring the enemies at hand, just flapped their wings and rushed towards their position.

Commander Drow was shocked in his heart, glancing left and right, and immediately understood the intentions of these undead.

The pass where you are is a urn that leads to the inner city. If the flying undead occupy this place first, the drow troops trapped between the urn and the city defense will become the turtles in the urn, and there is no way to escape.

At this critical juncture, Commander Drow turned his head to look at the 30 Drow warriors who were following him. Withdrawing his drow scimitar, he was planning to drink to prepare everyone for battle. More than a dozen small figures suddenly emerged from an area submerged by the Drow Corps and quietly merged into the incoming Bat Corps.

When the afterglow of the corner of the eye swept this scene, Commander Drow fought a cold war again and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone listens to my orders and goes back to join me to dispatch troops! Quick ... fast!"

After all, regardless of the closeness of these men, he turned and ran towards his family's residence. The servants who did not know the reason, except for a few clever ones who turned around and ran together, the rest of the faces stood still and stood still.

It's a taboo in Drow's army to escape. I do n’t know what disease your commander has committed, but I dare to do such a big and unbreakable thing. If the family investigates afterwards, none of them present will end well.

Just in their hesitant gap, the batch of bats that had struck in large numbers had been transformed into black dresses, the fierce vampires in blood-red cloaks, and the claws of the open teeth swooped down.

It took less than 2 minutes for this small pass to be completely lost. The remaining three or five drow warriors fled into the bunker on the side and stubbornly resisted, while the rest fell to the ground.

However, at this time, the Zall troops intermingled between Wengkou and the city gate were divided into two clear parts. The group in front of them was frightened by the vampires, corpses, lickers, and ghosts who swarmed out, and the troops at the rear were still trying to push forward. The two turbulent streams were crowded and turbulent, and the whole center battlefield was stirred into a big quagmire. No one wants to easily get out of it.

Those clever guys who noticed a large number of flying undeads above their heads still wanted to pull out and watch the situation, but were approached by the more rude, cannon assault corps wrapped in the middle of the chaos center. Letting them punch, kick, and scream hardly won't help.

"Fizz"

A trembling sound of horror came from the front, and the death gas diffused in a large area spread out in the squeezed flesh at the speed of thunder. This made the Drow troops who had lost their command become more chaotic and disorderly. The dizzy guys could no longer distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, and just wanted to get rid of this immobile mud.

Those big guys who rely on brute force, set aside obstacles, started to rush towards a place that they thought was safe. And those thin people became the most unlucky one. Once they were squeezed in the chaotic army, there was no chance to get up again.

Even the priest group led by the noble and proud Mother Emmanuel could not withstand the turbulence of the flow of people. In the blink of an eye, several petite junior priests of the small family were squeezed into the side and disappeared, and they tried to maintain order. The leader of the Er guard was squeezed so that the helmet was crooked, and the cheeks and corners of the eyes did not know which black hair was beaten by any bastard.

Although the drow elves have floating techniques, you can look at the dense vampire bats and ghosts and banshees on the top of the head, no drow dares to show up. Those high-level undead who have fought with them to this day are all hovering high in the sky close to the top of the wall, looking for the most valuable target with bloodshot eyes.

There was a sudden chill in the heart of Mother Emma, ​​and she hurriedly grabbed an obscure gray hooded cloak from the bodyguard beside him, and covered herself tightly.

And not far from her, a high-ranking priestess who was squeezed upside down and hurriedly blessed herself with magical aura, relying on the skyrocketing power and protection, was able to take out the snake head whip and drive away the untouchable ".

Mistress Emmantha didn't care about scolding this brainless idiot, and quickly hurried to the side of the chaotic soldiers and sneaked towards the rear. Sure enough, before she could go far, she heard the sharp wind rushing down from the sky, and the dying scream that the priestess was familiar with was immediately heard.