The Rise of the Cemetery

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The slight changes in the cannon fodder forces in the cemetery can intuitively react to the enemy.

It only took a quarter of an hour, and the eye-devil Klaburke felt that the pressure he faced had risen more than five times. In the previous half-hour quick attack of the undead, it can always find a rhythm of attack according to the combat instinct, and control the damage it receives to a degree that will not exceed the range of regeneration ability.

In this way, it can effectively kill the enemy's strength, and there will be no terrible situation in which the combat power declines due to the accumulation of physical damage.

However, with some subtle changes in these undead, Krabuk's pressure suddenly began to increase inexplicably. In a short period of time, it has accumulated numerous minor injuries into small injuries, and then began to change to light injuries affecting the battle. Even it is so, the two weaker eye demons with weaker strength have already left and right, and there is also a situation where the body is not working.

This couldn't help making the eye devil Klabok roar repeatedly, and the frequency of attacks began to accelerate. Although this can effectively suppress the offensive of the undead, it inevitably affects the healing of the wound on the body. As long as the overclocking battle takes a long time, even the regeneration ability is excellent, it can not help but feel a trace of exhaustion.

Of course, it is the endless stream of undead that affects its fighting mood even more.

In the distance, the entrance of the not-so-large karst cave has become a wellhead leading to the sea of ​​undead. No matter how hard they fight, there will be an equal amount of undead to fill the vacancy. The ground near the altar was almost filled by the corpses of this "Ghoul". If it weren't for the drow priest hiding inside, from time to time to burn a batch with a wide range of magic, they might have been overwhelmed by the remains of the undead.

In fact, to the present level, both warring parties have a new understanding of each other's combat power.

The side of the cemetery realized the sharpness of Klein's high-end combat power at the cost of more than 1,900 low-level military casualties, while the side of the drow experienced the terrible sea of ​​undead with many wounds on his body. Therefore, the more you understand, the lower the willingness of both parties to continue this stalemate.

Just as the eye-devil Krabok frequently discussed the matter of temporary retreat with Spiritual Language and Ruisell, the young mage also received a prompt from Jacob, the leader of the witch.

The battle data has been collected!

"It's time to end this!" The young mage's repressed anger needs to be vented, and he has long wanted to humanely destroy these **** in front of him.

Today's broken cannon fodder has already exceeded his psychological bottom line. If it is not worthwhile for several intelligent men to persuade him, it is worthwhile. He could not help but want to launch the strongest offensive.

The changes on the battlefield are apparent.

Three of the dozen or so stalks of the eye-devil Krumbok are not functioning. They are covered with mottled purple and black blood stains. Most of them are enemies, but some are themselves. Therefore, it can only make these bodies very fragile with more crazy slamming dances, but it can block the mutant ghouls with a sharp tongue and attack the sharp body outside the range of the body. The long-term ray attack also makes its mana somewhat inadequate. The frequency of attacks is decreasing again and again. Now it can barely kill those fearless ghost ghosts in front of them and prevent them from breaking through their defense lines.

Even it is so, the two little eye demons are even more miserable. Almost half of the eye stems are hanging under the barely protective body, and the most tightly protected body is usually scarred. One of the small eye demons even has a crack visible to the naked eye even the most important main eye.

The impacted crumbling front was shrinking and shrinking. From the beginning, the top of the strictly guarded altar did not leak water, and now the tortoise is reluctantly supported near the execution table. The short blades of the body were also stained with smelly blood stains.

Excessive divine consumption has made her originally glorious divine aura dim. The never-ending impact of the undead, so that she can only use her long whip and short blade to eliminate those ugly guys who have leaked in while casting time to cast spells.

The arrogant arrogance at the beginning of the war has been wiped out by an hour-long high-intensity battle. What she thinks most now is how to get out of this flesh and blood mill and return to the family residence with solid fortifications as soon as possible.

She could sense that her family's residence was not completely captured, and there were a large number of drow warriors and a small number of drow priests stubbornly resisting, closely guarding the most important meeting room for the drow family.

But the gateway to leave was behind the densely packed undead. There are more undead cannon fodder under the designation of high-level undead orderly entered the battlefield, walking around the altar, with a regular attack wave impacting one's defense line. Obviously, it is unrealistic to want to leave from there.

With the excessive consumption of divine power in Ruisier, the mysterious circle that had broken up and covered the entire city of Rasmuthier began to show power again. The power caused by the **** sacrifice was gradually suppressed, and the magic arts that she prayed to Her Royal Highness for the Queen of Spiders also gradually failed to respond. It seems that it will not be long before this place will be cut off by the undead again. channel.

"Can't hesitate anymore!" Ms. Ruisell's blood-stained pretty face is full of fierceness: "The divine power of her body is not enough to summon the majesty of Her Majesty the Spider. Sacrifice! "

After thinking about it, Rui Sier's fierce gaze swept over the huge and ugly meat ball in front of him, and hurriedly shouted: "Crabke, hold me for another 2 minutes, I want to cast a large **** Surgery! "

When he had finished speaking, he put away the snake head whip and the short blade of the body, and refilled his magic shield first. Then he bowed down piously and chanted the meat and prayers of Rose after the praise spider.

"Damn niggas, what kind of big magic is launched at this time! It's justified to get out early!" The eye-devil Krabeck muttered with resentment, barely boosting morale, and using a burst of crazy rays to strike Finally, most of the lickers and spirits around the body were cleared, leaving a breathing gap.

Perceiving the violent magical fluctuations that began to rumble behind him, Klaburke couldn't help showing a bit of contempt again, and then he was powerless and returned to the previous passive defense.

The shock of the magic behind him continues to strengthen.

"This doesn't seem to be like the aggressive magic that Zall Hepi said? How does it feel like a prayer ritual of summoning? Does the black leather still have enough power to support this up to 9th order magic power? ? "Prolonged, high-intensity battles inevitably reduced the eye-sensitivity of Crabberk's crisis, but the nearly 600 years of underground travel also gave it rich and profound knowledge, so it quickly woke up.

Still the question just now, does this **** drowhide have the magical power to complete this 9th-order magical call? No, she was almost drying up. At this time, she still dared to call the magic arts, she is not afraid to drain her blood?

With inexplicable horror, the eye devil Klabke glanced around frantically.

"Damn, this is an altar!"

Krabok suddenly realized that from the beginning of the teleport, it had always been within the scope of the altar. If Zorhepi does not want to harm his own people, he must look for sacrifice items or creatures that can replace himself. Then it seems that only the qualified corpse Filun and ...

The raging roar of the eye-devil Krabok had just sounded, and the attack of Filun, the corpse behind him, had arrived. The snake head whip strengthened by divine magic, like a red iron bar, broke through the protection of the layers of the force field wall, and bite **** the body turned by Klabok.

Krabuk is worthy of being an old underground predator. Although he realized that the time was very short, he still barely blessed himself with the dense field protection, and all the eye stems in front of him were quickly recovered, and began to diffuse unconsciously behind them. .

Although it was seriously injured, its ability to resist has not been lost, and the other two little eye demons are relatively vulnerable. They were directly hit by the magic attack from behind, and fell on the altar. .

The eye devil Klabke rushed out alone, but the straight snake head behind him lashed it firmly in place until the whole sacrifice ceremony was over.

If the whisper of the unfeeling female sounded again, the glorious divine radiance once again enveloped the Drow Altar, and in the tidal wave of divine power, the body of the big two small three eyes suddenly began to melt.

Klaberke hissed and screamed, and his consciousness was inevitable. Before his consciousness was completely wiped out, the crazy rays slammed into the rain and hit the altar with two ugly figures, even the main eye in the middle of the body. It opened again before breaking and shot a beam of destruction.

This time the sacrifice is obviously better than the last one. The goddess sighing from the blue-blue flames at the top of the altar can sigh with satisfaction, knowing that Her Majesty the Spider is against the "Allies" and the Drow believers. "The fatal rebellion embraces an attitude of extreme appreciation.

Therefore, when more than ten portals were opened in mid-air, a team of well-equipped high-level demons, demonized drow elves, spider elves and wax melting demon rushed out of it, and the young mage could not help but sigh. With a cry.

As a well-known abyss demon and plane lord in the bottomless abyss, Rose behind the spider has a group of high-level demon soldiers, and the wax demon is a well-known Rose maid. Most of the drow family communicates during the sacrificial prayers is not the supreme evil and extreme spider-back rose, but this group of strange wax melting demon.

As the queen's queen, the true shape of these wax melting demon is a pile of 6-foot-tall, foul-smelling mud-like creatures, extending eight powerful tentacles, with a blood-red eyeball embedded in the body. However, they can be arbitrarily changed into the following three types-a beautiful human or elf (usually drow) female, a giant black mutant spider, or a 10-foot-tall, about 5 diameter A foot-wide gas column.

According to legend, the wax melting demon of Rose who is close to the back of the spider is stronger, and he can completely shape his body at will and change into any biological form they have seen. Many scholars are full of disdainful speculation that the reason they have this "horror" ability is entirely to satisfy some abnormal psychology and physiology of Rose.