The Rise of the Cemetery

Li Xun lay quietly on the bed, silently thinking about his actions tonight, feeling a little helpless. A newcomer to the single gang like myself will find some thorns wherever he goes to find fault. But if you really put them all down, there are still a lot of troubles. From the information alone, it can be seen that everyone who dares to sign up for the magic contest has a strong backer and a strong family.

The two I slapped in the face one after another, one is the Celiek family and the other is the Saron family, both of which are traditional mage families. The latter is just a new small family. After the strongest one is supported by him, the rest are nothing to worry about, but the former should not be underestimated.

The Seriek family, a mage family that has been passed down for more than 700 years, is considered a middle-class wealthy family in Dagon. There are currently 2 great mages in the family, and they are powerful. That Sassovar was the son of one of the archmages. With this relationship, I really need to be more careful in the future.

However, he was better than a lonely family. Even if the other party wanted to retaliate, they couldn't find someone to vent their anger on. During the Star of Spell Contest, it was not very likely to directly trouble him, and it was not very likely to go to the Thieves Guild. After all, the relationship between Li Xun and the Thieves Guild was purely an exchange of benefits, and it was easy to make it clear that Elena's nervousness was only due to the prospect of the Thieves Guild.

With this unpleasant incident, even if the other party does not come to find fault, the Thieves Guild must bear a certain amount of pressure. In a country of mages, offending a mid-level wealthy family is an unwise move, and it will scare away many potential customers virtually.

However, Li Xun feels that his thighs are also very thick now, as long as the Thieves Guild is willing to hug them, he will definitely give them a discounted price. In addition, soul crystals are about to appear at the auction, and the first choice is the auction house in the capital of Breland, and the time is one month before the magic contest, just in time for those magicians who use gems as marbles. motive for panic buying.

If this auction can be a big success, the relationship between him and the Thieves Guild will be completely stabilized, otherwise he will always be on tenterhooks, lest he will be sold out suddenly by the other party.

Now that the ranking competition is over, there will be a preparation period of about 2 months. I can also take this opportunity to make good adjustments to the current major battlefields of the Cemetery Clan. After all, my future is there.

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Undead world, February 11th in the Kaiyuan calendar.

This is a filthy quagmire, covering an area of ​​more than a hundred acres, and there is a trace of moisture in the stench that cannot be found anywhere else.

Tens of thousands of years ago, this place was an endless ocean, but after years of changes and the passage of the essence of life, the former sea has shrunk into countless stinky mires like the one in front of us that only retain a little moisture. At certain times of the day, there will be a faint mist floating here, enveloping the entire surrounding area of ​​the mire into a strange scene of light smoke and mist.

As the mud turns and flows, a lot of sundries wrapped in it will rise from the bottom from time to time, and will swim down again after a short flash on the turbid and dirty water. What you see most here are some corpses that have been soaked in the mud for a long time. These humanoid creatures with messy long hair, rotten white and shriveled skin, dark hands and a bony body, but they are abnormal. strong.

The thunderous sound of hoofbeats broke the dead silence here.

The sound of clattering and clattering was endless, and the quagmire that was still dead just now was bubbling like a boiling soup pot. Countless heads with long hair and loose hair appeared on the surface of the water, and on the ugly faces covered with sarcoma and abscess, pairs of dark red The eyes cast a greedy gaze.

"Prey...prey..."

The hags made sounds like moaning and wailing, and countless withered arms stretched out from the mud. From a distance, it looked like a large withered bush suddenly appeared.

But when they saw the tall undead knights appearing in front of them through the mist with overwhelming momentum, they retreated one by one, curled up in the center of the quagmire, and whimpered like puppies.

The undead knights in front of them are not delicacies.

Look at the tall and fierce skeletal warhorses. Their black and steel bodies cannot be pierced by the "hard and sharp" claws they think. The undead knights on the horses are all strong and strong His full body armor has never left his body, just like another layer of special skin of the undead knight.

A deep and dim red light shines through the gaps in the armor, rendering the undead knight into a black and red hideous monster. This is a kind of flame of death, a unique ability of death knights. Its effect is somewhat similar to withering light, but the effect is not so strong, and it also has a weak special effect of fear and weakness.

For these uninvited "evil guests", the average level of hags is only level 4. They only dare to hide in the middle of the quagmire and wave their arms to express their dissatisfaction with being disturbed, but they never dare to step out of the quagmire. The soul coercion of the high-ranking undead is one aspect, and more is the fear of the nearly 2.5-meter-long short-handled saber hanging on the side of the opponent's horse's head, which is a deadly weapon for killing monsters and monsters.

Alsace, who was leading the way, was disturbed by the yelling from the old hags in the distance. With a soft chirp, the super skeleton warhorse stood up, and when he landed, a dark red and gloomy halo of flame spread out, and went straight to the ground. The muddy ground within 5 meters around his body became scorched and dry withered ground.

The huge energy aura waving from the opponent's knight leader's gestures immediately frightened the group of ignorant little natives, so they turned over and sank to the bottom of the pool one by one, hiding in their homes and trembling with fear.

Salsas glanced at the filthy quagmire in disgust, and shook his head slightly to express his dissatisfaction with the other party's choice of such a meeting place. But the task is the most important, so he can only silently rein in the horse and fall into a boring waiting state.

The 65 members of the Black Blade Knights behind them also stopped one after another, quietly waiting by the leader's side. There was not a single sound or movement in the black steel monsters. Each one seemed to be icy steel statues, standing firmly in place. Only the dark red and bloody soul fire radiated out through the narrow cross-shaped opening of the full-duplex mask. The fierce and fierce light that captures people.

Maybe it was an hour, maybe a day, the motionless Alsace finally raised his head, the scarlet needle-shaped soul fire was fixed on the empty muddy ground 10 meters away in front of him.

Faint shadows began to emerge, with rune cloth strips fluttering all over him, and the magic aura on it was shining, mysterious and unusual, but because of his short stature, he looked very inconspicuous just now. It was Oro, the shadow dwarf assassin who came out to reconnaissance.

"The place you chose is not very good!" Alsace directly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"There's no way around it! Only the undead here are the rarest, so it's convenient for you to hide temporarily." Oro spread his hands, and the frivolity in his words reminded Alsace of that slippery butcher.

"What's the situation on the front line? When can the attack be launched?"

"Now! That idiot has come out in full force, fighting with the zombie lord's troops 300 miles away. It's been almost half a month and no winner has been decided. Their base camp is in a plain 70 miles away. There are probably more than 1,000 undead left behind, and some of them are stubborn, so be careful!"

"Understood!" Alsace's voice was muffled when it came out through the thick armor, but the excitement in his tone could be felt by everyone. Without unnecessary movements, Alsace's iconic epee "Frostmourne" swung with every move, leaving a long-lasting frost mark in the air.

The Black Blade Knights, who were still like a dead thing one moment, radiated a terrifying murderous aura the next moment, and the thick and strong hoofs of many skeleton warhorses changed from extremely quiet to full speed almost within a few fingers. Mercedes-Benz, under the leadership of the leader, rushed straight to the scheduled slaughter battlefield.

Oro pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, avoiding the huge horseshoe that was stepping on him, turned around and appeared on the horse's buttocks behind a death knight, and was firmly crucified there. The death knight simply glanced back, then continued to gallop on his horse indifferently, mingling into the rising smoke and dust.

There were obviously less than a hundred undead knights, but once they lined up and charged, the cohesive aura of one body made any enemy who faced their blades terrified.

The distance of 70 miles is a quarter of an hour for the undead knight who doesn't know what fatigue is. Some of the enemy reinforcements encountered along the way are just zombie skeletons. Three or five hundred of them gather together and move slowly in the open wilderness with. As for these small fish and shrimps, as long as they were not blocking the necessary road, the Knights of the Ebon Blade didn't bother to take a detour to wipe them out one by one. The arrows of the charge were always pointing directly at the enemy base camp that was already faintly visible in the distance.

The so-called "base camp" is a temporary camp set up by the enemy after the battle group to gather scattered cannon fodder recruited from the rear. Whenever a certain amount is collected, it will be led by a special high-level undead to a battlefield more than 200 miles away, as a necessary supplement for the war.

Due to the slow action of low-level undead, many wars between undead lords will last for several months, and the lost undead will also vary greatly according to the strength of the lord. It is normal for a 17th-level lord like a zombie lord to consume millions of undead before he dispatches his own personal guard army in a battle with a lord of the same level.

Therefore, the lord war will have its own special war system. It is the most important thing to stay behind and continuously recruit the low-level undead in your own territory. At least the scenes of war still need these low-level undead to maintain, so as to create opportunities for the elite army to deliver a fatal blow.

After discussing with the Skeleton King, Arthas and the Skeleton King decided to directly raid the rear camp of the undead that belonged to the undead council, interrupting their army supply line and cutting off the chain of war.