The Rise of the Cemetery

At the bottom of a hidden cliff 60 miles away, an open wildflower bush is still slightly swaying, a slim figure slipping out of the shadows, staggering a few steps Only then to stand up again.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed on the orange wildflowers.

When this delicate tall beauty once again stood on the spot, a strange cold killer began to permeate the forest.

"Adult, isn't your injury serious?" A dry, hoarse, unpleasant voice came from the beautiful woman's hand.

"Well, if not to save you this idiot, will I get hurt?" The beautiful woman raised her right hand dissatisfiedly, and the turquoise head of Celtic, the headless knight, faced the angry look of the nun.

"This ... Master, I'm a knight, not a thief, but I can't escape their search of the ground!" Celti murmured with only the remaining head, but it was obviously lack of confidence.

"Humph! You are not a thief. That's why you are riding around on your horses. If you really want to die, I will throw your head to the nasty little winter melon now." Grabbing Xelti's head resentfully, he shook his head violently, straightening his shaking eyes to Venus, and his head was full of illusory light before he stopped.

Selti no longer dared to talk, and after a few nauseas, he kept talking quietly.

Indeed, if it is not for the purpose of saving herself, Lord Nv only depends on her ability to come and go, and there are only a handful of people who can restrain her in this world. Just now, the legendary wizard has brutally destroyed the immature shadow realm, and the kind of backlash can only helplessly bear it.

Although after many shadow jumps, it is obviously not far enough from the legendary wizard, and this is not a safe place, so Celti wanted to persuade the grumpy assassin to quickly slip. But You Nian was so used to her, she obviously didn't like being pointed by others. She hung her head directly at her waist and waved her backhand toward the grass that she had just stood in. Then she escaped into the infinite shadow.

A singular point of the space leading to the shadow plane suddenly opened, and a large dark corrugated dark smoke plume spewed out from inside, directly covering the grass and flowers. When the strange noise of erosion finally stopped, the strange smoke gradually dissipated and melted into the air, exposing a bare brown land on the spot.

It's just that the ground here has sunken a lot compared to nearby.

Following Li Xun for such a long time, You Nu also learned to be more cautious and cautious. She would not leave her blood to those witch gods who are chasing after her.

...

Undead world.

The gloomy sky is still gray, and the cold wind screams in the sky, except for black and white, the ground is gray.

Immersed in this monotonous world for a long time, Finia guessed that she could no longer perceive other colors.

This is a hidden valley basin. When you think about it, it must be a pleasant sight with flowers and flowers. But now, there are only bare, dark black ground, and only some half-human-dark stumps and dried vines shattered in one pinch remain in some corners.

The soil under the feet is also rotten and smelly. If you kick with your feet, you can find white bone fragments or some parts of the body of the bones in the loose mud.

Although the air can still breathe, every time you breathe, there will be a faint tingling from the swollen alveoli in the body.

Finil brushed the hood over his head and finally presented his appearance again in this dim and dead world.

The mortal flesh and blood, the shriveled and shrivelled body, the sparse yellow hair, the sunken deep eye socket, and the needle-shaped cross red mansard deep in the eye socket, this is already the shape of a dead corpse witch. But the only thing that distinguished him from the corpse witch was a little heating spewing from the huge nose and the slowly beating heart.

The right hand holding the white bone staff was tightened again, and the joint became more protruding due to the excessive force. Through the thin blue and gray skin, you can even see the pale knuckles and bone seams.

Strong and obscure spatial fluctuations came from the depths of the valley, but when the hidden magic runes drawn on the steep rock walls were encountered at the edge of the valley, they disappeared silently.

I hope it will succeed this time!

Finil thought thoughtlessly.

This is the third large-scale sacrifice. Since a natural space fissure was discovered in this valley a year ago, the great legendary lich "Pale Lord" Sazastan has set up his own laboratory here, making various preparations for communicating the main plane.

Although they possess the plane beacon of the Klein continent, it is a pity that due to the lack of resources and the existence of natural enemies, stable plane connectivity cannot always be achieved. As a last resort, Sazastan can only open a temporary space channel that can be communicated with initially through mass sacrifice.

Originally their intention was to expand their territory moderately, plunder a large number of "sacrificial offerings" from surrounding lords, and then use them as materials to complete the sacrifice. It is a pity that the battle has been going on for more than half a year, but it has never been able to completely defeat the difficult zombie lord. On the contrary, the power of the lord they had previously controlled was shrinking in the long-term battle.

Of course, what is even more abominable is that at the most intense and intense moment of the battle, a third-party undead force actually intervened. These **** guys seem to have a hatred against them, staring at their empty rear and fighting hard, which directly leads to the weakness and retreat of the front battlefield.

Finil, who was ordered to investigate, could not even get close to their nest, only to know that this third-party force might be controlled by a bone dragon lord.

"This **** group of undead!" Finier cursed angrily again.

If it were not for their intervention, maybe that war would not last for half a year at all, or maybe that temporary space channel had already been successfully built, and perhaps with the supply of supplies from the main plane, his body would not die to this point.

This pile, piece by piece, can be counted on that **** group of undead things.

Now even the great legendary lich Sazastan has secretly abandoned the war on the front line and returned to the valley with some elite undead. The mass sacrifice began two days ago. Due to the lack of a large number of undead prisoners of war, in order to make up for the gap in sacrifice, the adult is likely to make up for the lack of quantity with quality. Ho, holy, those unintentional undead aborigines should be part of the ritual now?

Just when he was silent, he was inexplicably swaying, as if a hidden heartstring had been triggered.

"Damn bastard!" Finiel cursed again, cast himself a flying spell, and drove a group of ghosts in the direction where a vigilance circle was touched in the distance.

Ever since their forces receded into the valley, the nasty third-party force began to penetrate and investigate everywhere. In particular, this hidden valley where they focus on arming has become a key area for the undead to repeatedly attack and sneak. Infiltration alerts like this one appear about once or twenty times a day, each time in groups of special ghouls or assassins of some kind of covert action.

Sometimes even the 16th-level dark hero of Feilier couldn't help but start admiring this opponent. The endless spooky undead creatures under his opponent are simply the best, and he has some qualities that he can't praise. It can be seen that most of the people owned by the other party have undergone special biological transformation, which has been very different from the undead born by the original source, and can even be classified into two different types of undead creatures.

Many times, Feiner wondered whether a great expert of undead creatures was hidden behind that abominable third-party undead force. To understand the transformation of undead creatures, many places involve the soul of the undead's original soul fire, rather than a simple physical mutation. To keep the soul fire and the mutated form symbiotic, and to maintain it for a long time, create a new group of undead, which is no less than the means of "creator".

In Feiner's perception, it seems that only the great legendary Lich Emperor and certain undead kings can be involved in this degree of transformation.

The undead world has legendary undead kings, which they already knew when they first came to this plane. There is even evidence that the legendary lich "Pale Lord" Sazastan has dealt with one of the kings, but he doesn't know the result. But only from Sazastan temporarily staying in such a remote wilderness, one can wonder how the battle will end.

The kings of the undead world have never been single. A natural selection of more than 100,000 years, although they are inferior to the legendary lich from across the border in terms of individual strength and magic equipment, they can go down the mountain and hold a large number of elites. They even have two legendary levels in their hands. The pale masters of magical equipment are all fleeing.

To be honest, this is really a development area for Necromancer.

The low-level undead in the mountains and the wild, the middle- and high-level undead aborigines dominating the king, and the undead kings sitting on one side. If they fall into the hands of the Undead United Council and conquer them one by one, it is definitely the best rear base to counter the Klein mainland. . It's a pity that plane planes separated them on both sides, and let their advance troops sit on Baoshan without tools for excavation, but instead lived a miserable life.

And he, who had gone to the division of darkness, became a real necromancer.

At this moment, his rou body has entered an irreversible decline. If he does not carry out the lich rebirth ceremony in time, I am afraid that his second half of his life can only be spent as a corpse witch.

But in any case, his own rou body must be lost. The thought of insulating from the fragrant air, the beauties, the scented food, and the warm and comfortable velvet bed from then on, Feinier feels bright and gloomy.

As a result, a tall, proud, noble and imposing beauty image emerged in the depths of his soul.

"Solanlian ..."