Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead

midnight.

The bright moon is in the sky.

The stern cold wind howled across the war-torn southeast.

More than two hundred burning corpses walked to the center of the minefield and stopped.

Boom!

They were facing southeast, and a large amount of scorched earth was splashed when the large shield fell to the ground, and the large ax stood on top of the shield, ready to stand.

Behind him are more than 900 copper bone warriors holding shields and swords, and more than 1,000 copper bone archers.

Behind them are more than 300 silver-ranked black warriors waiting in line.

The flames of the magic pattern flowed on the silver sword, and they were waiting for the emperor's order.

And Qi Lin is waiting for the death archer and skeleton mage in the rear.

In the rear array of death archers, more than 300 death archers are looking at the map held up by the temporary skeleton in front of them.

The map is covered by criss-crossing lines, the grid-like map is divided into countless small pieces, and the intersections of each line are marked with numbers.

This is a regional battle map made by Old Ten based on the intelligence of the ghosts stationed here. There are not only numbers on it, but also terrain markings representing low-lying areas and uplifts in some grids.

After a few minutes, the map was removed.

The commander ghost hovering over the death archers immediately reported in the public soul link channel: "The first death archer formation is ready, waiting for the master's order."

At the same time, the voices of other ghosts also sounded:

"The second death archer formation is ready, waiting for the master's order,"

"The mage group is ready, waiting for orders from the crown."

With Qi Lin's indifferent voice: "Start."

In the cold city of Southern Zhili,

The racial dispute between the human side and the magic tide side,

Officially entered the final battle.

With the arrival of the order, the burning corpses moved instantly.

They are like killing machines activated at the same time, the shields are raised, and they start to stride forward.

The undead walk in unison, even the swing frequency of the axes is the same.

It was like participating in some kind of military parade.

The copper bones behind him also began to follow the direction in which the large shield was raised, silently and quickly followed.

Compared to humans with various shouts and other emotions, the attack of these undead has nothing but the collision sound made during the action.

Only the fearless silent advance until the enemy is wiped out,

In the fog in the southeast, the clone of the Deer-head Demon Essence stared at the advancing undead, and its scissor-like claws kept rubbing against each other, making clanking sounds.

Baslow was originally planning to launch an attack at midnight, but the appearance of the black wind made him wait patiently for a while longer.

Facing the black wind of the gold rank, Baslow is not afraid, even if its clone is only as strong as the peak silver.

This is because it is confident that the 7,000 bronze demon-seeds and the 2,000 silver demon-seeds under it are enough to kill this demon swordsman who has just entered the gold rank.

But it was afraid of the black wind's fiery prison, and after careful consideration, it decided to wait a little longer.

Wait until the remaining more than a thousand bronze demons and hundreds of silver demons arrive in the distance before launching an attack.

But I didn't expect that the undead who galloped all the way from the north actually launched an attack on it first?

How dare the skeleton man?

"snort!"

"It's too arrogant to just have such a skeleton frame!"

Baslow snorted coldly, and ordered: "Let the demon tide press forward, and the poison behind you."

Before he finished speaking, a red-eyed magic crow staggered and flew from behind the magic tide.

"My lord!" The red-eyed magic crow glanced at the several peak silver demons behind Baslow in fear, and then shouted in horror: "My lord! The poisonous mist insects behind them all died suddenly for no reason!"

Baslow turned his head suddenly: "Huh?"

The long-range attack monsters headed by poisonous mist bugs are Baluo's favorite monsters. This kind of monsters can cause long-range strikes on enemies without large magic defense barriers.

But in the silent infiltration of more than a hundred ghosts, they had already died violently before the battle.

Even the sonic long-range attack monsters, which can cause fatal blows to humans, were wiped out immediately by the ghosts who uphold the belief that they would rather kill the wrong than let them go.

The halberd was broken before the battle, which made Baslow start to be irritable.

Baslow immediately thought of one of the information about the skeleton man: the strange cold wind like maggots on the tarsus.

"Haven't the spies sent back the information yet?"

Baslow turned his head to look at Cheror who was wearing a feather coat.

The latter responded immediately: "The magic crows who went to investigate the situation on the opposite side have lost contact and cannot get a response from them."

After a moment of silence, Baslow looked at the undead who were still striding forward, snorted coldly, and said: "It's okay, just go back and catch some poisonous mist bugs, it won't affect the future conquest of other territories."

While turning its head, it looked at several other silver monsters with different faces and said with a strange smile: "I still have seven thousand bad people and two thousand silver leaders. The advantage is there."

Before Baslow finished speaking to boost the majesty of the lord, an extremely strong wave of large-scale offensive magic made his heart skip a beat.

It's a fire caster!

Baslow looked at the eyes shrouded in black air, and soon discovered the source of the fluctuation.

Those were the thin skeletons behind those magic swordsmen.

At this moment, the head of the mage group raised his bone staff and was reciting spells in small steps. At the same time, the other hundred mages nearby also began to chant.

The crimson fire tornado is roaring towards the center of the wave of undead and rapidly forming!

No wonder that human has been unable to kill the fire caster!

No wonder they sent so many red-eyed magic crows into the city but couldn't find them!

It turned out to be a subordinate of the Skeleton Man! !

But, why is he casting spells so fast? ! ?

Is it the magic web link of the Arcanist?

Large joint spell?

Baslow gradually began to feel worried, but on the surface, he quickly saw his tricks and ordered: "Let the leaders rush over those shield skeletons, leave them alone, and kill those with staffs at all costs." skeleton!"

"The demons on the barrier side immediately cast a large defensive barrier over the citizens"

But after Baslow's order was given, he didn't feel any energy fluctuations from the spellcasting barrier.

"I said you didn't hear me."

Seeing that the fire tornado was taking shape at an extremely fast speed, Baslow, who was starting to get anxious, turned his head to look at the demon species on the side of the barrier, but the other party had already opened his mouth wide and raised his hand slightly, as if he was restrained by a mysterious force and could not move. .

Under Baslow's increasingly angry eyes, several enchantment-side demons fell to the ground one after another, and they died silently with their eyeballs burst.

"Cherol!!!"

Baslow gritted his teeth, and quickly turned his head to look at Cheror beside him.

The red-eyed raven is the only demon species under it that can see through spirit bodies.

But before, Cheror had said that the cold wind was not an invisible spirit or magical creature.

But at this moment, before the short soldiers came into contact, the long-range attacking monsters and the monsters on the barrier side had already died suddenly.

All of a sudden, two cards were missing, which made Baslow suspect again that this was done by invisible magic creatures!

Cherol shook his head in panic, and quickly said: "Respected and despicable lord, I didn't see invisible magic creatures!"

"Then what do you think is going on???" The angry Baslow teleported to Cherol in a burst of black air, and grabbed the red-eyed raven's slender neck: "Say!"

"Uh" Cherol helplessly patted the scissors on the neck that was about to be severed.

As Baslow slightly retracted his strength, Cheror, who had won a respite, hurriedly said, "It's the cursed wizard!"

"It's the cursed wizard from Nanzhili who made the move!"

"Curse the wizard." Baslow gritted his teeth.

It seems to make some sense. Time is running out now, and Baslow has no time to figure it out.

Baslow threw Cheror to the ground, then turned his head to look at the demon tide in the distance and shouted: "Command, all the citizens disperse immediately!"

The defensive barrier is gone, it can only spread the tide of magic, so as to reduce casualties as much as possible.

But at this moment, the demonic wave in the center was firmly restricted by the violent suction of the fire tornado, and the demonic species could not move at all.

Under the combined spellcasting of many mages of the Skeleton Mage Group, the SSS-level flame storm quickly took shape, and the huge rotating red storm that had already formed swept the demon seeds in the center into the sky.

And the only ones that can rush out of the tornado outbreak site are some silver-like monsters with extremely fast reactions.

Some crisp-skinned bronze monsters were melted into fragments by high temperature before the scarlet storm took shape, and the fragments were also burned to dryness.

There are also some powerful silver demon species. Although they were not burned out in the first place, they were suddenly stagnated and exploded when the rotating storm.

The huge energy impact smashed their bodies into pieces.

The heat wave with frighteningly high temperature carried some hard bone fragments and sputtered into the magic tide.

In just a split second, Mo Chaofang, whose numerical advantage was several times greater than that of the undead, had a casualty rate of nearly 40%.

The defensive barrier was not opened, and Mo Tide suffered heavy casualties.

Although most of those who died were bronze demons, the large number of bad people were the main force for Baslow's journey in the future.

At this moment, so many were wiped out by a wave, which had a serious impact on Baslow's future planning.

At this moment, Baslow is still thinking about the aftermath of the future, how to capture a variety of demon seeds, so as to exert the strength of the lord.

It had no idea that catastrophe was imminent.

What was even more unnoticed was that Cherol, who was slowly getting up from the ground, flapping the dust, was slowly retreating.

A smugness flashed in his red eyes looking at Baslow's back.

The battle entered a white-hot state in a blink of an eye.

But it can be compared to Baslow, who is facing the blow of dimensionality reduction, leaks everywhere, and mends everywhere.

The undead on Qi Lin's side seemed very relaxed.

When the front row of the magic wave hit the burning corpse, a ghost in charge of battlefield records in the sky sent a message to the old ten where Baslow was located: corpses are difficult to preserve under large-scale spells, which violates the owner's thrifty housekeeping Good tradition, Phantom 171 suggested that, for non-annihilation battles, try not to use large spells, and should perfect and complete relevant spell usage scenarios

From the observations of the ghosts of the Commander Academy under the old ten, one after another, the actual combat analysis gathered to the old ten one after another, and after the old ten collected them, they picked out valuable ones and reported them to Qi Lin for a final decision.

In the public soul link channel, there are ghostly voices constantly:

"Azimuth in the air at 32.46 requires a volley of arrows from ten copper bones."

"The bronze bone archers of the fourth team of the second formation have been dispatched."

A group of patrolling bats headed straight for the skeleton mage, just crossed the line of burning corpses, and before they reached the bronze bone warrior, they were shot dead in the air by the oncoming dense white bone arrows.

"65.36 ground, a scorching arrow."

"The Death Archers of the third team of the fourth formation have been dispatched."

Relying on its rough skin and thick flesh, a silver-rank defensive monster rushed towards the burning corpse. Before reaching the large shield, a scorching arrow with flickering magic patterns flew from the rear and hit its feet accurately. The energy generated by the explosion instantly shattered its proud defense to pieces.

"78.63 A scorching arrow after ten seconds."

"The death archers of the seventh team of the first formation have been dispatched."

A silver-level speed-like monster rushed from behind the demon tide, but before it reached the burning corpse, it suddenly felt hot in front of it, and a scorching arrow blasted its corpse into the sky, and took it away Killed a few bronze monsters that were charging nearby.

"32.69 Encountered a tricky monster and needs the support of nearby black warriors."

"The Black Warriors of the fourth squadron of the third formation have been dispatched."

A rare magical melee monster, leaning on its magic shield, went straight past the defense line of burning corpses, but in a second, a silver sword appeared on his head.

The silver sword swung and spun, cold light radiated, and brains flew.

The black warrior pulled out his silver sword and replied: "32.69 has been resolved, and the black warrior Seventy-Nine will immediately go to 39.73 to kill the burrower."

Then he didn't even look at the corpse and the falling ball of light, turned around and rushed towards the next location, his figure was as crisp and neat as when he came.

Although Qi Lin's military strength is not as strong as that of the Demon Seed Fang, but relying on real-time communication and all-round ghost control, he can still use good steel on the blade.

Concentrate superior forces and strike appropriately and fatally at tricky points of the enemy.

It is actually not difficult to achieve this. Before the catastrophe, a certain country relied on a strong advanced system to beat a certain unlucky country that slapped the whole world.

However, after the catastrophe, all communications failed, and before a replacement was found, many human tactics degenerated to many years ago.

Under the accurate strikes of copper bone archers and death archers.

And with the support of the black warrior's flexible roaming.

Some thorny monsters that could cause damage to the undead were instantly killed with precision.

And the burning corpses in the front row finally came to their slaughter time.

The war is about to break out, the front row of the demon tide is huge, and the roaring roar is breathtaking.

Like a black wall, it is rolling towards the direction of the undead army.

For humans, those threatening voices may have a blow to the morale of ordinary soldiers, and they may not even be able to hold their weapons steadily before they start fighting.

But for the undead, there are no emotional fluctuations, and some just make corresponding attack postures according to orders.

Boom!

Boom! !

Boom! ! !

With the loud noise, the two sides finally confronted each other.

The burning corpses lined up closely at the front ushered in their own collision and charge.

They erected a large shield to keep the 'Lonely Deep' monsters out of the shield.

The flames instantly attached to the large shield full of scratches.

The battle became extremely fierce in an instant. The ax in the hands of the undead cut through the hard shell of the monster, and the shield perfectly defended and counterattacked against the heavy blow of the monster.

And in this process, the undead are still pushing into Baslow's position step by step.