The Rise of the Cemetery

For the undead caster, the enemy ’s corpse is their new weapon, and the enemy ’s soul is the source of their inexhaustible power.

It was just a wave of force projection, and the frontal battlefield of the Rock Battle Castle was completely destroyed. Those surviving guards scrambled across the narrow channel and ran wild to the second line of defense.

On the other end of the Yong Dao, behind the barriers stacked up with a low wall of gravel and stone, nearly a hundred wizard guards each held a crossbow to monitor any point in the Yong Dao, and more than a dozen formal wizards were waiting in strict array, with strong elements in their hands. Glorious.

The guards who were crowded and wanted to cross the Yongdao. You shoved me. No one wanted to fall behind, and it became more and more impassable to stuff the Yongdao that was not spacious. At this moment, a twisted and frightened scream "Monster is coming" sounded from the rear, and the scene was even more chaotic.

Countless frightened guards ca n’t afford the courage to turn around and fight with the flock of monsters. They can only push their companions desperately and want to get back to the safe area behind the chest. Under the pressure of extreme fear, many guards began to wield their swords in order to earn themselves a chance to live, slashing all living things that wanted to be close to themselves.

For a time, the narrow and long tunnels were full of knives, flesh and blood splashed. Before the ghouls attacked, the guards squeezed into lumps bleed themselves into a river, and the corpses were messy.

The guards guarding behind the second line of defense looked at each other, and the hands holding the sword could not help shaking, and began to turn around frequently to peep at the wizards' behavior. It was their companion who was hacked and slashed in the channel! Kung Fu, which was only within half an hour, was forced into a terrible situation of self-killing by the mysterious enemy.

So, how terrible are those enemies hidden in the opposite shadow!

The situation at the scene did not allow them to think about it. Those guards who pulled me in swarms had already killed their red eyes. For the guards of the second line of defense, it was not a dangerous thing.

"Close the barracks and let them kill the enemy on the spot!" A 6th-level wizard who usually presided over the defense of the battlefield shouted loudly.

Under his strict order, some iron refusing horses and sandbags prepared in advance were packed into the entrance of the wall barrier, and soon the only escape route left was completely sealed off.

"I am a wizard of Gesang ... I command you in the name of the Warden of the Warlords to defend on the spot and stop the enemy ’s attack. Anything that dares to attack the defense will be regarded as a rebellion, and it will be immediately slaughtered!" With the help of amplified witchcraft, the command of the 6-ring wizard echoed through the entire channel, and the guards who were overwhelmed by fear regained consciousness.

In the case of a blocked front, these abandoned guards, out of fear of the wizard, can only helplessly turn around and chase after the ghouls.

In an instant, this narrow and obnoxious underground tunnel was filled with pungent blood, and all kinds of bitter feet were biting and howling. But soon, all kinds of sounds gradually quieted down again, and the dark channel relapsed into the madness of death.

However, this silence did not last long.

Soon, there were countless black shadows shaking in the dim dark shadows, and some quirky strange noises came out, much like the sound of clothing rubbing the ground and the wall, accompanied by a low and similar oral application Mourin's wailing and an unspeakable stench.

Driven by the terrifying undead spells, these new human guards who died not long ago stood up again and rushed back to their former partners.

A moment later, the bleak crossbow arrows and the crazy and raging lightning, fire, ice, acid **** ... filled the space again.

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No matter how lively the front line is, it will not affect the two 8-ring wizards hiding in the underground chamber.

However, judging from the situation on the scene, the once-running Harvard wizard was really bad at the moment.

The wound on the broken arm has been dealt with hastily, but instead of improving his condition, he has a tendency to deteriorate. A weeping grimace condensed in black mist floated on the side of Halfers, and he could not drive or remove this strange and inexplicable thing after using all means.

Even the left-behind Josah tried a few times, but he couldn't figure out whether the grimace was a spell or a ghost, let alone get rid of it.

At this point, the two men who used to dominate the rock fort have to admit that these foreign invaders may be very ordinary in terms of individual combat power, but at the level controlled by strange tricks, there are indeed wizards. Unattainable height.

This is obviously a very deep curse, and the source of the curse is deeply rooted in the soul of the victim, which makes them more and more afraid of trying.

The wizard of Halfers sat in a green and voodoo array with his knees crossed, trying to isolate the curse spell from the distance. But even so, the curse of the soul, which occurs every half an hour, still makes him desperate.

The type of curse is quite simple, it is some kind of superficial body senses.

To be honest, even Halvers, the 8th-level wizard, did not expect that he would be defeated by such a simple physical sense. Hemp, itching, sour, pain, bitter, spicy, salty, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, startle, fear, worry ... These simple senses at the bottom of the body plus basic emotions, how can one put down an experience 8 great wizards who have undergone numerous soul transformations and sharpened souls?

But when the itching spreads in the soul, the terrible feeling of wanting to scratch the whole body's skin makes Halvers feel terrified now.

If this were just ordinary physical torture, he would not be able to keep his mind, and isolating the physical perception would mitigate the effects of the injury. But if this feeling actually permeates from the depths of the soul, it is really hiding, even clearer and more terrifying than real physical harm.

This is equivalent to stripping the magic resistance naturally possessed by his 8-ring wizard, and directly engraving the painful perception in the depths of his soul, allowing him to receive the whole thing.

Although such a curse is difficult to directly kill a great wizard, the various tortures caused by it are extremely difficult!

It's hard to imagine that like a wizard apprentice who first glanced at him, a magnificent wizard of the 8th ring of the house would wailing painfully on the floor of the secret room, dripping the blood and scratching his body. If it were n’t for Josah to bind him in time with ropes, I am afraid that Halfus is now bloody, and his bones are visible.

Cthul's spell removal, voodoo avatar, voodoo transformation avatar, life-and-death avatar, mantra transfer ...

After the magic witchcraft spells conceivable, not only did it not work, but the persecution curse persecuted became more and more crazy, and it turned from a previous burst of sensory emotions into a multiple burst of multiples now. All kinds of extreme physical perceptions and underlying emotions were stirred up, and Halves lived to experience a feeling of being better than death.

Looking at this usually high-spirited, companion of wizards who are capable of stabilizing oneself now is in a dilemma of life and death. Josah, who is also a big wizard of the 8th ring, is also frightened. Fighting such sinister and terrifying enemies is a terrible torture for everyone!

First of all, when fighting undead casters, you can hardly find where they are.

These undead spellcasters are the most terrifying monsters who will make use of all the resources around them. Slaughtering the village is just a piece of cake for them. Various sinister death traps and vicious undead summons allow you to lose more than half of your strength before seeing them.

If you successfully defeat the undead legion they formed, they will never run out and fight you bravely, but transfer the battlefield, and then go to craft a batch of undead legion to consume your strength.

Therefore, as an undead spellcaster, you will never fight against a sibling at the peak of your strength. They will do everything possible to consume your strength by various means. At this point, they are really patient!

Once you show fatigue in the confrontation with them, then the next is the siege and harassment of the corpses of tides. Until you are exhausted, they will carefully appear near you, ending this long battle with a carefully prepared immortal spell.

But the most disgusting thing is that every undead caster is a curse master, just like every thief uses poisonous hands, which has become their standard.

Once such a guy is entangled, he can only end in the same way as Halvers, and the life tortured by the vicious curse is better than death.

During the time when Jossah's soul was traveling outside the sky, the wizard of Halfus finally survived an outburst of curse, lying wet on the slate and panting.

But the strange weeping grimace on his body suddenly had a touch of movement.

With the strong and irrepressible gloom in the chamber, the crying grimace slowly lifted the illusory head, looked around, and finally pointed the creepy front to Josah.

"Trade or fight, you choose?"

Even in the underground chambers where the layers of protection have been superimposed, a cold cloud still emerges from the bottom of Yossah's heart. This curse seems to have a certain positioning function, which can allow the power of that Karthus to be projected through heavy protection.

This is not as safe as you think.

"Aliens, what exactly do you want?"

After Josah shouted loudly, the witch array around the underground chamber began to rumbling. The colorful witchcraft protection slowly emerged on the surrounding walls, and the attacking witch array also quietly locked the crying grimace.

"Trade or fight, you choose?" Grimace repeated the previous words again.

This is to negotiate?

Josah thought about it silently and asked tentatively, "What can you trade?"

"Knowledge!"

"Knowledge?"

Josah was silent silently.