The Rise of the Cemetery

The advent of the witch **** avatar, as the most influential event in the wizard plane, deeply affects the pattern of the entire world.

At this moment, I don't know how many carefully looked at the area where the North Witch is located. Some small wizarding organizations that believed in the witch gods happily expressed their joy, and actively sent people to the ruled area of ​​the Northern Witch to see the Lord Witch God to show their loyalty in person.

While several large wizarding organizations are just principled and polite people who said that the head of the Lord of the Witch God is foresight, but in private what their promise can do is unknown.

But anyway, on the bright side, a pattern of coordinating and coordinating the entire Qing campaign has already emerged. All wizard organizations, no matter how big or small, will send their own elite to participate in the Qing Dynasty led by the doppelganger of the witch god. Anyone who dares not follow or Yang Yang will be resisted by all wizards.

As a result, an overwhelming search net appeared in front of the invaders almost at the same time.

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The sky is like ink, and the rain is like a note.

At this moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be melted together, pouring down and pouring rain everywhere, submerging the whole city of Oneros in a mist of mist.

Since the endless Xinghai returned, Li Xun fell in love with watching the rain.

Or quietly leaning against the narrow window of the Arcane Tower and watching the town looming in the water curtain; or simply prop up the protective cover and fly alone at a height of 100 meters, sitting cross-legged there, silently watching the raindrops slamming in transparent light Cover it, and meander on it.

The slender lightning that pierced the sky and earth ran across the body, and the strong current left a burning mark in the air that could not be dissipated for a long time. Rain falling into a waterfall and flowing down the head and face, thunder and thunder thundered the world.

At this moment, he seemed completely isolated from the outside world. I can no longer accept it, and I don't want to think about those disturbing things anymore.

The dilapidated Trailblazer Arcane Tower took three times as much time to return to the half plane with the efforts of everyone. It can only be stationed there for major repairs. A huge list of repair materials is on the table in his study, but he is not in a mood to glance at it.

The troops involved in the battle of the demi-gods have all returned to their defense areas one after another. Although the losses were heavy, they did not exceed the expected limit. In addition to the fact that the death of the five bone dragons was a bit heartbreaking, the newly promoted corpse leader Jacob and the dragon lich Uzer also sacrificed. The ghost dragon Moros was hit hard, and the soul guard Hilge's body was seriously damaged.

This item, although one by one, does not require him to deal with it one by one personally. There are enough subordinates to help him settle, but the irritability caused by it can not be avoided. But Li Xun knew that it was not these visible losses that really upset him so much, but the eccentric battlefield that was far from the horizon.

Since several subordinates were put into the wizard plane, as the plane barriers were closed, Li Xun's contact with them was lost, and even the soulless system that had always been unfavorable could not reach them.

Looking at the soul nodes in the soul system that have lost their vitality and become gray, Li Xun's heart is like a lighted wormwood stuffed into his heart, messy, but suffocating.

It was because of his persistence that they rushed into the alien plane unceasingly, and because of the need of the cemetery, they broke into the enemy camp regardless of life and death. Are they alive or dead at this moment? Is it hard to resist the siege of the enemy somewhere? Is it an embarrassing escape from the enemy's pursuit?

Every idea is a kind of suffering, every thought is a trial!

Although I think that I am on the right path, what is the price I have to pay to reach the end of this path, are you really ready?

Li Xun became silent when he thought that he might never see them again in the future, and could no longer feel the pulsation passed from their soul fire.

Never see that quiet and beautiful figure again? What was the last sentence that she and she said? Can you really say goodbye before breaking up?

Li Xun twitched his brain and thought back, the brains of the forceful Dalian were hurt, but he still couldn't remember the scene of the last meeting.

A sense of guilt that he personally sent his loved ones and loved ones into the meat grinder suddenly came to mind. Li Xun's eyes gradually turned red, and a meaningless "ho-ho" hissing in his mouth, tearing his neckline and chest Let yourself breathe a little smoother. But all efforts are in vain, and in the end it only turned into a heartache and a long hissing pain!

In the depths of the dense water mist hundreds of meters away, Hillis' tearful pestle stood in the rain, quietly listening to the looming cry in the distance, and letting the pouring rain hit her and her face.

The rain is rolling down with tears!

And the nymph far away from the distant plane also looked away from the book, looked around doubtfully, and found nothing unusual.

"Strange, how did he seem to have heard his cry just now. Was it an illusion?" Shaking her head puzzledly, the nun rubbed her head and continued to fight with the strange and obscure foreign characters.

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In the same night, in the same heavy rain, the great blood mage Horus is desperately running away.

Compared with the time when he first came to the eccentric plane, his strength has been restored to more than half at the moment, and the damage caused by the space debris cut by the space crack is basically intact.

In the past few days, Horus was hiding in the periphery of a town, constantly infiltrating in search of blood, and finally adjusted his state to the best state. It is a pity that because of the craving for blood, he will become the first invader to be stunned by the squad.

In the town, after the squad was blocked, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.

This killing squad led by five high-level wizards almost encapsulated all the well-known wizards of nearly a thousand miles to form this powerful team. From the comparison of the data shown, they can completely crush the lone 12-level intruder at will.

Unfortunately, war is never written on paper.

Using the terrain of the town, the blood mage Horus relied on the cover of the incarnation of bats and blood fog, and actually played a cat and mouse game with them. When the killing team gathered together, Horus went away, slaughtering the townspeople in the periphery to create panic, and once the killing team scattered the search, the cat and mouse game began to misplace.

Horus cruising between the house and the debris, as long as he catches the single wizard, he will directly launch a rough and wild attack. This was beyond the expectation of the other party. He was attacking the enemy without fear of casualties, as if he didn't care that the injury on his body would affect his actions.

Attack the sorcerer, kill or hit the other party, and then recover from blood sucking. Relying on this method, Horus attacked and killed two middle-level wizards, and successfully transformed one of them into his own blood slave.

It is a pity that such a good situation, after another team of wizards hurriedly came, never looked back.

This is a joint force, with members covering all wizarding organizations such as the Northland Witches, Wizarding Association, and Silver League. More importantly, this is a killing team led by 3 big wizards, and is directly under the direct leadership of the lord of the distant witch god. So when such a team was decorated with blood mage, Horus could only escape without looking back.

With the help of night cover and heavy rain, still unable to get rid of the enemy's tracking, Horus knew that he was going to be out of luck.

Although the wizard he had transformed was quickly killed by the enemy again, but with that short time of enslavement, Horus still extracted a message that scared him from the memory of the wizard's blood slave. There was a prophecy in the priesthood that the tall witch **** had.

Although it is not a complete prophecy, it also has the ability to sense fate.

The ability to sense fate may not be so powerful in combat, but it can be used to find people or things but it is very stable, especially for those things that are closely related to the fate of the caster.

So, with this group of closely following tails, the blood mage Horus turned around again and plunged into the dense primitive jungle.

Compared with the Klein Continent, the Wizarding World is obviously still in a primitive state of digging for the development of resources in this plane. This has led to the majority of the primitive forests and wild land of the entire continent, and the activities that humans can reach are still surrounded by many dangerous creatures.

Since you can't get rid of the enemy, try to pull the enemy into an equally unfamiliar battlefield. This is Horus's simple and simple idea.

The primitive jungle under heavy rain is desolate and dangerous.

Horus, who was injured by a wizard with a flaming arrow, ran in awkward motion on the muddy and slippery land. In order to avoid being spotted by the tracker behind him, he did not bless himself with any spell protection, nor did he use any scrolls. He only used the talent ability of the avatar bat when he encountered a road that was unable to pass through with foliage and vines Walk through quickly.

The pouring heavy rain hit his body and cheeks, and the gorgeous aristocratic robe turned into a piece of rag. In order to avoid the wet heavy robe entangled his legs, Horus had torn the lower half of the robe completely. Later, he even ripped off the remaining top half. For the first time, he relied on his body to resist the invasion of the outside world like a primitive warrior.

The raindrops blurred his eyes, and the sound of the brush brought the whole world into a mist of water. Horus stood for a moment in a glade and began to look back when he came.

Even in the distant jungle, although the other party's voice could not be heard, the shroud with a faint glow of elements was still legible even though it was covered by heavy trees.

Damn, the enemy is still behind!

Angrily cursing, Horus narrowed his eyes, trying to discern the distribution of the enemy. Simply stuffy head escape is not a good way. Finding the right time to go back and take a bite is the most correct escape plan.

Just as he looked back, a snake-like black shadow was approaching slowly, not far from his feet.

When the distance was close enough, the shadow suddenly flew out, and a lotus petal mouthpiece with the size of a bowl was opened at the front, biting hard at the head of the blood mage.