The Rise of the Cemetery

The Wizarding World.

In the dim jungle, by the gurgling stream, a bonfire was burning indefinitely.

At the middle of the moon, this should have been the most lively and noisy moment in the jungle, but now all is silent, and all the jungle creatures have disappeared without a trace.

The whole forest is horrible and silent.

What makes people feel paradoxical is that not only are there no large birds and animals, but even the unique insect-bird chirping of the jungle can't be heard, as if the entire jungle suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

A short figure by the campfire was wrapped in a thick black cloth cloak, rickety, staring at the beating flames in a daze. Only when the damp fire in the bonfire suddenly exploded, he would wake up and move his body like a god, looking around.

Somehow, a cold and sly breath lingered in this humble campsite that couldn't be more rudimentary, and Sen Han's cold killer even filled the whole jungle.

Murderous.

Utterly, a deep whisper in the camp broke the silence.

"... 17 ... 18 ... 21 ..." The short figure murmured constantly, as if checking the count. As the number in his mouth continued to increase, the gleaming green pupil under his deep hood flashed.

"57!"

The numbers are finally frozen.

At this moment, the long face of the lizard under the shadow of the hood finally showed a hint of sinister smile, and the low, unspeakable strange sneer echoed in the silent jungle.

There are 57 wizards here.

This number sounds quite a lot, but there are only five big wizards who can really threaten them, but none of the Holy Order and Legendary Order wizards.

"Master Black Light, I really want to thank you for your hospitality these days. There is nothing to repay, so I will use today's blood feast as a return to you!" Karthas faced the campfire with his own sharp voice. He murmured and did not wait for a response, so he turned and fell into the darkness around the camp.

When the figure of Kalsas disappeared completely, a loud bang, the bonfire suddenly deflagrated, and the flame suddenly rose more than 3 meters high. In the depths of the bright and transparent flames, a faint humanoid composed of a strange black flame can be seen vaguely, staring silently at the direction of Kalsas disappearing.

The deflagrating bonfire was completely burned out after only 3 seconds. When the fire dimmed, the entire camp also fell into infinite darkness.

The 57 wizards of the three teams are coming from different directions, searching and exploring this jungle.

Although Farina managed to hide the soul of the cemetery squad, their position before disappearing was always under the control of the other party. Therefore, a large-scale search is inevitable. Whether it's fishing or hooking the grass, the enemy seems to have made up his mind to force them out of here.

Although the black light and black wizard never showed up, he did not help the cemetery team. If it weren't for him that he exerted his means and dragged the two legendary wizards who arrived, I'm afraid to give Falina ten guts, and would not dare to blatantly set back against those hateful white wizards.

The low figure quickly jumped through the jungle where no fingers were visible, and a branch of leaves hit him, but he could only collapse his body helplessly. So, with the sound of branches breaking all the way, Calthas still aimed like a mountain tiger at a team of white wizards 10 miles away.

In the jungle, a team of 19 wizards is moving fast.

The whole team is loose and not scattered, maintaining the best fighting distance. Every sorcerer in it is a barbarous man with a calm look and a sturdy body. Among the wizards of the wizarding world, among the wizards of the wizarding world, there are not a few wizards who are dominated by a strong body and superb martial skills. For them, witchcraft is only an auxiliary, and it is really possible to decide whether life or death is polished to the extreme rou body and witchcraft.

The jungle is silent, and the jungle is also active.

When the psychic spirit of the wizarding team continued to sweep through the surrounding jungle, all the beasts with a keen sense of danger, and even Warcraft couldn't help but retreat. Only those lairs that are nearby are not long-eyed Warcraft, and there are still some nostalgia, and they are suddenly appearing around the wizarding team, and from time to time, a deep roar.

"Humph!" The arrogant behavior of these unknown Warcraft finally caused the anger of the leading wizard, and a spiritual oscillation impregnated with strong transcendent power went away with Lengheng's surroundings.

As soon as this spiritual force came into contact with several unintended spiritual nodes around it, a terrible killing intention belonging to the great wizard suddenly broke out. In the blink of an eye, two of the three nodes suddenly dimmed, leaving only one head away without looking back.

"It's very close to the enemy's area of ​​activity. Everyone cheers me up!" Although every member of the team was cautious enough, the wizard who led the team couldn't help but tell him again. They also heard about the encounters of the first few teams. The enemies in the chase were as brutal as the legends. They were desperately swallowed, and even the big wizards were not necessarily able to protect themselves.

Right in the middle of the line, an old-faced, ugly-looking witch was holding up a strange green fire and silently exploring something. Suddenly, her sharp, hoarse voice rang in the jungle.

"Be careful, something is approaching west-northwest ... fast ... attention!"

Upon hearing this, the entire wizarding team surged in an instant.

For a time, in the dim jungle, the witchcraft glow of different colors lighted up. All the wizards are ready to hold their magic witchcraft in their hands and silently wait for the unknown creature to approach.

Several sculpting wizards who attacked melee attacks leapt forward, quickly adjusted to the position indicated by the witch, and brushed out the handy witch, paying full attention to the alert.

Unknown creatures are approaching at high speed ...

But the wizards who were concentrating on the field sniffed a **** smell inexplicably.

blood?

The great wizard who led the team turned around.

At the tail of their team, a sorcerer who was guarding there was screaming at his neck and opening his mouth. From the neck where his finger pressed, the gurgling blood spring spewed out, and a lot of blood foam was squirting out of the big mouth and nose, making his shouting into meaningless "Oh "Oh" weird.

Not only were the two wizards closest to the injured wizard not eager to come forward to rescue, but instead they took two steps back, bringing them closer to their teammates. Their terrified eyes quickly swept all the dark places around them, and the witchcraft in their hands was flashing light, which could be excited at any time.

Wizards are not ordinary people. Almost every mature wizard has his own set of life-saving means. It is difficult to kill them with ordinary throat smear attacks. But the wizard in front of him seemed to suddenly become an ordinary person. He didn't want to save himself for such a simple attack. Instead, he pressed the wound with a frightened face and shook his hand to his teammates for help.

The stumbling footsteps staggered, and had not taken three steps, the power of darkness suddenly burst, and his neck burst in the middle. The head of Dou Da rolled up under the impact of a powerful blood pressure, aroused tens of meters high, and landed at the feet of the leading wizard.

There was a moment when the great wizard instinctively wanted to back away and dodge, but his eyes touched the many panicking subordinate wizards around him, but he forced it back.

"Take self-preservation and send a message to the neighboring teams to come together. The shadow queen is here with us!" The great wizard commanded loudly, and the thick Limu stick with the knot coiled in his hand was quickly activated on the ground. A 10-meter long Zuraman python began to swim around.

The words of the Queen of Shadows had just entered the ears, and the hearts of everyone in the field were stunned at the same time. For a time, the summoned beasts, violent giant baboons, ferocious wolves, electric lizards, tentacles, vines, and strange creatures ... instantly filled the outer edge of the wizard's queue.

But at the moment, the ugly old witch at the center of the queue suddenly screamed: "It's coming ... it ..."

In fact, there is no need to remind the old witch loudly anymore. The sound of the horrible horseshoes in the distant forest has been rolling, shaking the hearts of everyone present, and the technique of holding it in his hands is a bit unstable.

First, a strange purple fire burning in the air appeared abruptly in the distance. When the sound of the horseshoe approached, the wizards were shocked to find that the rolling purple fire turned out to be a dead black horse burning from the air. Ghost fire. Immediately a mysterious knight in black helmet and black armor sat on it, and the strange thing was that he had no head. No, it can't be said that he has no head, his head is hanging on the side of the horse at the moment, staring at everyone.

"It's a headless knight!" Some wizards were well-informed and could not help but exclaim.

As far as they know, this headless knight is one of the invading undead that was captured earlier. In order to encircle it, a legendary body-sculptor was even hired. It's a pity that the strange survivability of the undead is horrible. This guy has only one head left to escape. Now it appears in front of everyone again, needless to say, the body it has been missing must have been repaired.

This is the most difficult place for undead creatures.

Apart from Soul Fire, there are few other fatal points. Most of the body it occupies is just a shell that it temporarily lives in. If you want to change it, it is as easy as changing clothes for humans. It is a great little flaw that fits and does not fit.

For such a guy, if he can't disperse the soul he beats on the spot, as long as he is allowed to escape one star and a half, then it won't be long before it will make a comeback again and show its might in front of you.

Celti, as an alternative to the undead knight, is the most difficult one.

At this time, the body was occupied and transformed from a body-sorcerer, although he was able to command freely, but the strength and flexibility of the rou body were far less than the one that was previously damaged, and the affinity for the breath of death The degree is even worse. But now that the war is imminent, he hasn't complained about the critical time, he can only make up for it. As for the undead black horse, it is the accompanying undead that matches his soul fire, even if it is killed, as long as Xelti's soul fire does not extinguish, it can be summoned from the corpse plane again after a while.

Riding the undead black horse Mercedes-Benz again in the broad jungle treetops, leaving behind a series of faint fireflies that did not dissipate, Celti swooped down against the cold wind, and the shabby and dark cloak behind him was like a flag In the wind.