The Rise of the Cemetery

The battle situation is really very anxious.

The casualties caused every moment are huge, and the cemetery elites are rare.

Li Xun was also helpless about this anxiety in exchange for sacrifice for victory.

Others may not be aware of the huge price paid by the necropolis for this battle, but he knows it clearly as the master of the cemetery. Every wailing before the death of the high-level undead resounded in his ear. The soul nodes that perceive the high-end combat power in the soul system are annihilated, and his heart is bleeding!

Other cemetery soldiers may only need to concentrate on fighting hard. On the one hand, he must cooperate with Issa to analyze the mysteries in the frost field, on the one hand, he must coordinate and command all the cemetery subordinates in the deep field, on the other hand, he must also have an overview of the overall situation, thinking about which card to turn, Which card is not turned.

The unreal projection on the front line may still be elegant and calm, but the body hidden deep in the mage tower has already raised the forehead with blue tendons, and gritted his teeth to the point that there is nothing to add.

It's so miserable, it's so miserable!

The pieces of flying ash wiped out by the holy order lich and the legendary lich were all the most precious corpses, necromancers, and blood warlocks in the necropolis! These high-level arms are far from being so profligate, but today, in order to smooth the smooth road behind the cemetery, they can only be sent to the enemy's butcher's knife bit by bit with heart, still fighting in the first place The main fighting force on the front line strives for some breathing opportunities.

This kind of pain, this kind of suffering, is not the party concerned, and it is impossible to realize the situation.

Although Li Xun has long known that "the mercy does not lead the soldiers" and "the road to victory is covered with bones" ... These principles can be used when all orders are sent from his own mouth, and all the subordinates who died are sent by himself. On the front line, his heartbeat was still unchecked, his blood was rushing, and even his breathing was clear and audible.

But at the moment when he was sad, angry, and suffering, the real danger had come.

At this moment in the mage tower is a bustling scene.

In the hall on the first floor, a group of dragon lich gathered around Master Kel'Thuzad, pointing at the battle situation in several magic water mirrors, the quarrel is not open ...

A team of high-level corpses gathered in scattered small circles. They are working hard to promote the efficient operation of the mage tower, guiding the surging elemental energy to gather and shape with consciousness, and then bombard the locked target ...

Countless beautiful and beautiful banshees float around the hall, waiting quietly for the appointment of the superior ...

Swarms of blood warlocks sometimes turned into blood bats, sometimes regained their human form, and busyly transmitting information in the wizard tower and the town hall command center ...

The tall and fierce and half unreal undead held a huge death scythe far beyond his body and guarded all over the tower of the Master. The bright and bright blood pupils scanned every undead passing through the side ...

Li Xun sat quietly on the throne of the Bone in the Magic Hall on the second floor, and his mind was all invested in the projection of the soul in the distance. On the side of him, a group of accusers in purple and black monk's robes served closely.

As a special class of soldiers up to Tier 6 in the cemetery, these deceased fighters are not outstanding in strength, even weak and poor, even a Tier 1 cemetery skeleton warrior can't beat. But from the beginning of their birth, they were filled with enthusiasm and piety for the death of Li Xun. It can be said that they are the most devout believers in the entire cemetery.

Because of their special identities, ordinary cemetery battles rarely use their power. The only commendable record is the time when the 43rd plane of the Abyss world cursed the plane lord Hilge. This is the only time they have shot. One shot at a time has harvested an abyss devil up to level 19 for the necropolis.

The most fanatical believer in the cemetery, this group of deceased never used to fight on the battlefield and rarely deal with the outside world. The only hobby in the day is to hide in the humble temple they built, facing the statue of Li Xun Prayer prayers. This is also the only way for them to improve their strength.

Li Xun didn't pay too much attention to them, so he didn't care about their behavior. It was also recently that the deceased was suddenly advanced and shocked the soul system, only to let him discover their actions. For such a group of fanatics, Li Xun's heart is also mixed, I do not know how to deal with it.

To be honest, it was only at the only "death prayer" that they mastered that such an extreme template of arms was outlined. Unexpectedly, they have independently discovered such a wonderful way of evolution outside of their own concern.

"Dead Messenger".

Just as many accused deceased entoured silently in front of Li Xun, an obscure shadow was slowly approaching under them.

Very close, really close.

A pair of strange eyes suddenly appeared in the shadow under the foot of a deceased person. Through the interlaced body gaps, he set his sights on the fragile body lying half-lying and half-lying on the high position.

A moon-white robe, an old face, snow-white long beard, and a strangely shaped stick leaning against the side of the throne of bone, this form is the main character that the master has repeatedly explained. On his side, two thin human figures, all covered in exquisite ornate robes, stood silently, in stark contrast to the dying slain in the surrounding frenzy.

The shadow eye blinked a few times, and then quickly disappeared.

The deceased may have felt something, looked down in doubt, and found no abnormality. Then he closed his eyes inexplicably and entered the state of ecstasy of prayerful prayer.

The figure lurking in the shadow took a breath. With the shadow movement of instinct, he moved towards his goal little by little in the depth of the shadow under the dead.

With its sacred shadow assassin's ability, it is only a matter of two or three that weird monks who want to strangle the 30-odd uncanny chickens in front of us. But somehow, every time they saw these strange monks, there was an inexplicable fear and shrinking in their hearts, as if they were facing an enchanting death messenger.

Roland, who never dared to take his instincts lightly, was even more cautious. He clearly appeared under the target in a shadow jump, but it took a half an hour to move past it bit by bit.

The master behind the scenes can really make it easy to find.

I originally thought that in the tall and spacious white bone temple, unfortunately only a group of quirky variant undead were found in it. It is said that there are one or two commander-level high-level undead in it.

For this necromancer tower so tightly guarded, if not relying on the legendary treasure that the master temporarily loaned to him, the Dead Moon Charm charms a subordinate mutant vampire (blood warlock), it may not be so easy to sneak in.

The security of this undead force is so severe that it mutates so many undeads that even the holy assassins who have followed Sazastan for thousands of years have been stunned.

"But since let me in, then the so-called psychic warrior Angri, you are waiting to die!" With a little little complacent, Holy Order Shadow Assassin Roland crept to the target's body.

It is understandable that the other party did not open any protection. After all, in his tightly guarded mage tower, he, the undead master, probably did not expect that an enemy could sneak in. This can save you a lot of trouble.

Sensing at close range, the target has an invincible breath of life, which shows that the opponent is not an undead. It is really incredible that a group of such pure undead leaders are not undead!

After such a great effort, it seems that now I only need a visit to harvest this goal, but because it matters, I should be more cautious.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly and swept away from the periphery of the target with a concealed line of sight. He only dared to use the afterglow to slowly perceive the other party's potential defensive means, especially paying attention to the magic ornaments directly attached to the body, such as belts, brooches, bracelets, pendants and so on. If there are certain "surrogate dolls", "death Barbie" and other non-death treasures hidden on the other party, these parts are the most likely hiding places.

As a caster, it is inevitable that it will also solidify some triggering techniques to avoid danger, and it is more likely to have some resurrection means unknown to outsiders. Therefore, to completely kill a high-level caster really needs some special means.

Some spellcasters like to add fixed-point teleportation to triggers, some like stone skin or iron bodies, and some will set advanced dispel spells ... waiting for everything, but no matter which one is not a pursuit of one blow Like the assassin killed.

Therefore, high-end mages are extremely difficult to kill. If you are not prepared for the goal, if you wipe it with a knife, the goal may disappear in front of you. After a few minutes, a rage mage covered with colorful protective spells will appear in front of you, making you regret your life for the previous recklessness.

Since opening his eyes on a cold and hard stone platform 1300 years ago, Roland has never escaped from this shadow of the body, and has helped the master to kill one enemy after another. There are many leaders of large forces, or the master of a mage tower.

However, all of the dangers are probably not as big as this one.

Roland had a feeling of being surrounded by the strange monks with strange and strange shapes. This is a group of lunatics, a group of extremely dangerous lunatics. And myself, now I am going to obliterate the "master" of their pious faith under the eyes of this group of lunatics, I am afraid ...

Just as Roland was hesitant, the Dead Moon Fazhu, which was tightly held in his left hand, shook again, and the hoarse voice of the legendary lich sounded again in his mind.

"Hurry up, my situation here is terrible. You have to kill that **** Angri, so that we can reverse the situation. Hurry, move fast! ..."

The clamor of Sazastan continues, but the Holy Order Shadow Assassin has ignored the latter words.

"Quick! How fast? It's not you who was surrounded by a group of lunatics." Roland secretly slandered angrily.

But the **** from the soul contract prevented him from violating his master's orders, so Roland narrowed his eyes tightly, thoughtless and desireless, and the right hand swayed flexibly, and the soul dagger appeared at his fingertips.

kill!

With a loud drink from the bottom of his heart, Roland's body was long, and he appeared from the shadow of the soul warlock.

The left-hand dead moon magic bead held tightly, the invisible spatial ripples rippling in the void, disturbing all the space transmission and soul transfer within ten meters around him, and the right-hand soul dagger had penetrated deeply while he appeared In the back of "Anglie".

The power of the shadow erupted, and the violent force almost destroyed all the vitality of this brain and stirred the blood in the brain into a blood sauce.

It's done!