The Rise of the Cemetery

The soldiers and horses have broken through the defense lines outside the drow family station and pushed the battle line into the station. From the position of the young mage, I ca n’t see it anymore, and I ca n’t hear the vigorous fighting between the two armies just now. Only the soul fulcrums that are extinguishing in the soul system can be seen in the fierce and cruel war situation.

However, the cemetery has developed to the present level. In many cases, the so-called war damage and gains for the young mage is a silent movie that takes place in a distant corner. The gains and losses are just a number for discussion. If it is not to obtain enough soul power for evolution, the young mage only has to sit in the Undercity, and he can control every step of the development of the battle like a command.

The battle in the distance is still going on, but there is already a lot of singing and dancing. But in this palpable silence, there is some kind of invisible crisis.

This is a city of drow elves, and a city blessed by gods! In the long and cruel history of the development of the drow, it is not without the painful lesson of the destruction of the city, but it was all destroyed by the anger of the goddess after it angered the spider goddess. A drow city still protected by the goddess of glory, without completely losing the favor of the goddess, dared to invade the territory of the goddess of spiders even though it is powerful and furious.

Therefore, at the beginning of entering the city, a caster consisting of 50 high-level corpses wandered in the tavern lobby at the foot of the young mage. A large magic array with the effects of shielding, anti-detection, and anti-prediction is slowly taking shape. The largest part of this knowledge comes from Isa ’s contribution.

Only some remaining knowledge during the period of the Arcane Empire will have such a magical array with such a large coverage.

Standing behind the young mage, the blood demon did not rush to ask the soldiers to encircle a certain drow family's station, but instead looked around the broken city with great interest.

Once upon a time, the prosperous city of Rasmuffel has now reached its end. Everything in the distance is shrouded in a deep, dark shadow, making it impossible to truly see the whole city. Only the occasional magic flash of flash somewhere in the distance shows the frontier and anxiety of the war.

The tavern he is standing on is located on the side of the most prosperous and lively Central Street in the city. Nearly half of the torches ignited on both sides of the road have been extinguished. Breath.

Looking around, the whole city was immersed in the indescribable silence.

However, within the range of sight of the blood demon, the shadowy figure has not been reduced, but it has become more dense and rushed. Creatures in the cemetery do not need light, and naturally adapt to the dark and dark areas.

Under the silent gaze of the blood demon, a large number of lickers and ghosts are pouring into the city, gathering along the dark streets, roofs, and rock walls towards the dense area of ​​the Drow family.

The front, back, left, and right directions of the tavern are filled with the subtle noise of the licking claws and sharp teeth pulling the ground, and the place near the top of the head is full of the smirk of the ghost "桀桀". Strange sounds.

The only corpse of corpses that can walk on the wide avenue is the armed corpses. Although they are also undead, they have the glory and esteem of the caster, holding a skeleton long staff of nearly 2 meters in height, walking at an irregular pace, and proudly entered this drow city that will become their territory.

When this group of up to 5th-level casters also joined the ranks of the attack team, the drow family that had been divided to nibble one by one could no longer withstand the attack of the cemetery, and the news of winning one by one came back from the front line.

"Master, someone is here!" The blood demon, who was looking around, sent a message through the soul connection quietly.

"Well, I know. Wait and see how it changes!"

The young mage waved and drank the vampire who came back to inform the news. His eyes still did not move away from the thick magic book on the table that could smash people.

Xu Shi knew that he could not infiltrate any further. The hazy figure floating in mid-air appeared in the form of "Ge Ge" laughter, and slowly fell on the terrace.

Look at the magnificent Mithril Chain Mail full of drow styles and the strong magic aura that haunts the whole body. The young mage finally lifted his head and brushed off the hood covering his face, so that he could be uncovered. Hidden to see the pure and docile eyes and the sculpted figure of "Mother Filun".

But the young mage's more attention fell on the profound six-headed snake whip in the opponent's waist.

The young mage leaned back, letting his straight spine rest loosely on the back of the chair, and said in a slightly ridiculous tone: "Congratulations, Mother Phillen!"

If he remembered correctly, the only owner of the six-headed whip in Rasmuffel was the first mother and wife of the last family. But now it fell to Filun's waist, and the situation expressed in it can only be fully understood by insiders.

Xu Shi ’s frivolous touch in the tone of the young mage touched the majesty of the hostess, or the spider goddess Willing did n’t allow her to bow down to a mortal, and Mother Vernon, who was stepping in, stepped into a stiff face. Stiff.

Regarding the approach of an outsider, the young mage did not show anything. The blood demon standing on the other side of the street just turned his head and watched silently, while the cemetery creatures on the terrace showed full. hostility.

The vampires who acted as waiters in a row stood in a row to block the path of Mother Filun, grinning their teeth, exposing their sharp fangs, and issued a "ho-ho" full of malicious deterrence. The high-level banshees who acted as dancers flew into the air, and the shuttled shuttle also revealed the pale and ugly face unique to the undead creatures.

On the roofs of several neighboring small buildings, there were shaky shadows swaying indistinctly, which could be seen vaguely as the murderous corpses witch holding the skull stick in one hand and the book of death or skull in one hand.

The blood mage headed by Hera lined up behind the young mage. The magical power of the caster and the unique anger that was very different from the undead, even the well-informed Mother Filun could n’t help but look a bit more. eye.

Human mage mixed with undead?

It's no wonder that Mother Vernon's eyes are clumsy. Although the blood races such as blood mage are very weak in energy, they are not weaker than the blood elders at the level of life. If they can go further, then any one can become the ancestor of a new blood.

"Mr. Basal, is this your hospitality?" Mother Filun gently raised her hands and turned in a charming manner. In addition to showing that he did not carry a weapon, he also revealed his charming **** and buttocks while turning his eyes, not to have a flirtatious taste.

Basal is the name of the young magi who used to deal with the drow elves.

"I was thinking about visiting the house, but I didn't expect the hostess to take the initiative. That's fine, some things are always good to talk about in person!" The young mage stopped the restlessness of his men and politely invited the other person to take a seat.

The vampires who stood in front of them retreated silently and retreated into the house with the blood mage. Even the flying banshee quietly passed away, leaving only the young mage, blood demon and Mother Vernon on the terrace Three people.

Mother Filun shook her soft waist, and sat across from the young mage with a variety of styles. The two sides looked at each other silently through a quaint round table carved in green pine wood.

The gentle and gentle smiles all bloom on the face, but the dark and deep pupils on both sides only have a cold kill in the depths.

"I have known Mr. for such a long time, I still don't know what Mr. wants, this really shouldn't be!" Filren's voice was soft and low, but with a sullen tenderness: "I came here today just to think Really ask. Mr. Basal, what the **** do you want? "

The young mage smiled coldly, and turned a blind eye to Filren's sly eyes, even more contemptuous.

The drow elves really got used to the tigers in the door, and they were used to the kind of scams that closed their doors and clung together. Once the daggers in the shadows and the poisons in the fragrant lips and wine are seen a lot, they are all uncomfortable with this kind of red fruit demolition. The enemy has come to the door, they are still entangled in conspiracy and tricks, swords and swords.

If they can really build up the strength of the entire city, let alone anything else. The only two hundred drow priests and priests are a powerful force that the young mages must aim at.

It's a pity that from the moment the war started, they didn't work together for a second. Even the mistress of the third family was once again the victim of a certain conspiracy, and it was filled into the graveyard under the butcher's knife. After the cemetery entered the city, they self-interested guys were still unable to unite. They even cooperated with each other to keep their own family residence, and left the servants, slaves and aliens of the entire city to the enemy.

This staggering enemy behavior still makes the young mage feel incredible.

Now the mother-in-law of Filun came to ask what he wanted? But he still wants to ask what this thoughtful millennium monster wants?

But the grief and indignation of the young mage's location also ushered in a response, and the questions he conveyed in the soul system were perfectly explained by Zena.

After all, only the drow can understand the drow!

In fact, the cause and effect of all this is still on the young mage.

The last time I ran into Rasmuffel alone, the young mage had grown into a small body, so he could not get the eye of the first family mistress and took a large amount of unjust money. But this also disguised the ecological balance of this drow city.

Losing the absolute force of the deterrent group of women, the first family's mother and mother turned out to be a threatened Raisel, and Las Mufel City did not have a word of power. The entire power structure began to move towards the family council Model development. But without waiting for them to construct a stable political rule that can support the participation of all players of power, they were provoked by some ambitions and attracted a behemoth that was unexpected to everyone.

At the time of the disaster, this loose power structure will of course collapse and disintegrate quickly, leaving only a chaotic situation in which no one can trust others. In the eyes of the few awakened family masters, this magnificent human mage who stepped into the city of Zall was the powerful foreign aid sed by Filun.

But the actual situation, only Filun himself knows.

But will anyone still believe her words?