The Rise of the Cemetery

The entire valley camp has become a mess.

There are fights everywhere, shouts of shouting everywhere.

The crisp sound of the impact of the sword, the splendid vision after the magical excitation, and the miserable battlefield of the raging horse and the broken limbs, all outline a miserable state of human hell.

There are still a lot of 23 blood mages brought by the blood demon, and they are chasing down the fleeing human warriors in the valley full of incarnations. After half an hour of fierce **** battle, the commander of this unit realized the irreparable strength gap between the two sides, so he issued a retreat order in time.

It is a pity that the plan they started was too good, and the battlefield they chose was too narrow, suitable for catching turtles in their urns and being caught by others.

Once the entrance of the narrow valley was blocked by the blood mage, the frightened human warrior could only climb out of the steep mountain wall like a headless fly. This rugged and steep terrain, even without heavy snow, is very difficult to climb, not to mention the heavy snow and the mountains, which are slippery everywhere.

The human warrior has a bruised nose and swollen face, and can not climb the steep mountain wall of nearly 70 degrees. Instead, he gathers in vain at the foot of the mountain. You step on me and I pull you to do useless work. If it weren't for the sword that had already been discarded halfway, I'm afraid it had already been killed by itself at the moment.

At this moment, the only remaining system is the Guards of Viscount Gama. More than 20 family protection knights formed a strong defense line, and fled to the depths of the valley. And chasing them is Hera and three men who have just transferred to the blood warlock.

On the vast snow, Gamay lost helmets one by one and unloaded his armor. The deep and shallow feet ran away in embarrassment. Everyone's face was panicked. Corresponding to them, they are the four Hera who are chasing behind. The Chinese robe hunted in the cold wind, but a few of them seemed to walk peacefully in the calm mood, enjoying the blissful life of the sweet wine beauty.

The owner and the leader have issued strict orders not to keep alive, and none of these guys can stay. But before enjoying this gluttonous feast, a wonderful atmosphere is essential. The legendary noble and elegant Earl of the Devil, who lives on the blood of living people, most likes to use the screams of living people as beautiful music played on the dining table when enjoying a delicious meal. Since such rumors are so tumultuous, it must have its rationality, and Hera has long wanted to find an opportunity to try it.

"At this time there is a Viscount who makes appetizers, which should be a lot more beautiful!" Hera thought foolishly.

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The big tent in the center of the camp has been blasted with serial explosions of spells. The two exhausted high-level mages are less than 20 meters apart, and they stare at each other with hatred.

Just a few minutes ago was the most smooth and fast moment in their life. One by one low-level spells flowed from the hand, or the opponent ’s protection was turned into a fireflies, or the fierce attack forced the opponent to abandon the upcoming formation. High-power spells for mobile transfer.

At the extreme moment when their lives were threatened, they all inspired the sturdiness and fierceness hidden in their bones, wandering in the fire like a battle mage, shuttled in the lightning, and swaying everything they mastered and possessed. There has never been a moment when their spirits can be so focused and calm, and never has a moment of confidence and heroism that put everything under control.

They wouldn't look at the upper half of the fireball flying across the side of their face, even if the wind of flame on the fireball had already scorched their cheeks, they only had the opponent who was muttering the spell not far away.

Every spell order of the opponent, and every gesture of dancing gestures, are perceived in a tight income. The icy brain turned fast, or the magic hedge, or the counter-attack, thinking to give back to instinct, the spell-casting skills that have been honed for decades completely exploded at this moment, allowing them to escape each other's attacks again and again.

The wounds are stacked, but the two extreme mages are still howling and roaring in excitement. The pain on the body has not affected their senses, and the over-excited spirit makes them rarely enter the state of "casting concentration" that the caster dreams of.

If they have survived this campaign, they have to say that they all have a further opportunity in the short term. It is a pity that fate is so much! Their hard work and their hard work have become the last moment of blazing fireworks. When everything is final, death will follow!

"Slap" a muffled sound, a shriveled and corpse fell in front of the two, and the **** demon hunted by the scarlet cloak fell from the sky without a trace of fireworks.

The arrival of the blood demon completely awakened the two high-level mages who had fired real fire.

After stopping the spell that was being prepared, the two high-level mages looked around, and the camp that was full of voices and strong and powerful was a **** slaughterhouse at the moment. The corpses lying on their backs, the mottled black scorched ground, and the scorched black wood piles of the smoke stunned the scene. It was shocking.

But the thing that cools the two most is the corpse that fell between them.

The magnificent magi robe, the mage's cane that rolled off his hands, and the pale, pale, half-faceless old face, this ... isn't this just the master Sekar who they are supporting?

Even the master failed?

This finally supported their belief that once their beliefs collapsed, their scarred bodies could no longer stand upright.

Sasovar fell on one foot and knelt on the ground. He looked around dumbfounded, not knowing what he muttered to himself. Seol was obviously not much better than him. The body that was reluctantly standing slowly began to ricket. The pain gathered from all parts of the body knocked him down instantly, making his aching lips pale and shaking like a pile driver.

For what?

Isn't it just a simple "hunting"?

Master Sekar confronted the mysterious young mage, and the rest of the tasks were simply and easily like a "surrounding" show of human nobles. How could it become what you see unconsciously?

Looking at the fierce creature walking towards him step by step, facing the intense stimulation of death instantly defeated the two's mind defenses, making the two distinguished high-level mages cry in unison.

"What's crying? Didn't the two of you just play very happy? Why did you shrink the egg after a while?" The blood demon yelled sneeredly. Just after a full meal, the lazy blood demon didn't have much interest in the two blood foods in front of him.

But such a good blood meal cannot be wasted.

With a whistling whistle, two blood warlocks appeared quietly behind the high-level mage, punching them in a coma.

"Bring back the blood castles and make them into blood cows. In the future, I want to drink the freshest high-quality blood every day." The blood demon's order made the two blood warriors laugh, revealing their fangs and that Unswabbed blood stains.

Although the blood demon advanced a blood warlock, he opened a special professional pedigree, but those previous blood mages still need a drop of blood on the blood demon as an introduction to successfully transfer. So far, there are not many blood mage who can be transferred directly. All those who have successfully transferred have joined the guard team formed by the blood demon.

Thanks to the gift of Li Xun, the owner of the cemetery, the vampire clan obtained a place to live. At present, in the newly-raised cemetery city of Solmari, a grand blood castle is under intense construction. It will stand in the hearts of all vampires as a holy place for the entire blood tribe.

There will be the most important place for all blood people to make advanced transfers, and it will also be the place for all high-level blood people to gather for a feast. For this reason, the blood demon had to collect high-quality blood food to make blood cows for sharing by the increasingly large blood clan.

Although the high-quality demon blood of the abyss world is not bad, it is still more filthy compared to the human wizard of the main plane. I heard that the master had been talking about it a while ago, and there are some high-elves that have not mutated on a hidden continent in the Klein continent. This makes the blood devil more salivating.

High elves?

That's the blood of the origin that is more pure than humans. It must be more "tasteful" to drink!

At this point in time, the battle has lost its meaning.

Once several mages with extraordinary powers are taken, the remaining ordinary human warriors are mobile blood banks one by one in front of a group of strange blood clan. Without enchanting weapons of extraordinary strength, coupled with perfect tactics and professional collocation, it is very difficult for ordinary human army to siege a blood warlock, let alone face a group of blood warrior hunting teams led by advanced blood races.

An hour later, this remote valley has once again returned to tranquility, but the original white and pure snow world has already become a Shura slaughterhouse.

In order to avoid being deliberately discovered something unfavorable to the owner here, the entire battlefield was completely cleaned.

The bodies of all the war dead were changed into undead creatures by Li Xun's large-scale skeleton call, and then they were driven towards the depths of the jungle. As long as they were not destroyed, they continued to advance. It must not take long before this, with the help of wild beasts and raptors in the mountains of Warras or the hands of Warcraft, they can be eliminated without traces.

As for the souls of the war dead, an unstoppable whole was collected. This cuts off the way for some interested people to learn the specific combat process.

After doing all this, a huge fire ignited in the valley. The violent magic flame quickly roasted the snow, burned all the traces inside, and covered everything into the unknown mist.

After this battle, Jack Underwood, who had died, appeared a bit depressed.

The short adventure he had just experienced made him meet the first group of "friends" and "companions" who could be said in his life, but the bones that had been devoured because of an inexplicable conspiracy remained. Retrieving his own guardian, the filthy dark stone, and stroking the blood stains left on it, a sudden desire and impulse suddenly germinated in his heart.

He is going to be stronger! He also wanted to slam Fang Qi like a teacher, turning his enemies into dust, so that those dark and dark enemies would no longer dare to hit his mind on himself.

"I want to get stronger!" Jack Underwood clenched his fists.