The Rise of the Cemetery

"Come on, this guy doesn't know howl the Banshee at all!"

Mistress Emmantha, who knew she had been deceived, gritted her silver teeth, slapped the snake head whip in her hand, and commanded her priests to surround her quickly.

Although she has already determined that the enemy is just bluffing, no matter it is true or not, she will not use her life to prove anything. Let your subordinates do these dangerous things!

Taking advantage of the hesitation of these drows, Karen's avatar stretched out his skinny light green arms, and pierced directly into the chests of the two standing drow weapon masters in front of him, seeming to be groping for something inside. When it let out a cheerful chuckle, and then pulled its hands from the two chests, its blurred claws were actually tightly grasping two hazy figures who were constantly writhing and struggling.

However, as soon as the hazy figures left their bodies, the two drow weapon masters collapsed limply on the ground as if their spines had been removed, losing their vitality.

Karen's avatar smiled happily, sucking the two soul bodies in comfortably, then turned around and left. Before the enemies around him recovered, they escaped from the encirclement ahead of time.

"Kill that bastard... Give it to me, kill that damned undead!" Mistress Emmantha was stabbed like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, and her voice was distorted in her loud voice. Distorted.

One of the two dead drow weapon masters was the family's martial art chief, and the other was her favorite face, no matter which one was injured, it would make her heart ache. But now they are killed in front of her at the same time, how can this not make her crazy?

It's not that Karen's avatar can pick out these two people to stimulate the old drow woman behind him, but that among all the frozen guys around him, their two souls are the most condensed and delicious.

Of course, if you really want to talk about the deliciousness of the soul, the guy who jumps and screams behind is ranked first, but he doesn't dare to get any closer. It can clearly see the tragedy of the destruction of those vampires just now. Without the support of groups of cannon fodder, it would not dare to trouble those magicians!

At this moment in the battle, it has been an hour since the devastating fire. The hope that the drow originally wanted to take advantage of the gap between the undead and the fire to reoccupy the city defense area became smaller and smaller as time passed.

In the final analysis, everything was caused by the less than ten high-level undead in front of them.

It was because of them that drow's follow-up troops could not fill in time the city gate defense facilities that had lost control after a large number of undead died. This forced the drow commander to use heavy troops in the narrow area between the city gate and the inner city to squeeze the enemy's space for movement. It's a pity that his plan gradually disappeared under the strength of several high-level undead.

The longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable the situation was for Zhuoer.

But now, as Mistress Emmantha led the priests of the third family to advance all the way, the undead encountered avoided and retreated one after another, and the defense line that had not moved for a long time began to move back step by step.

The undead showed a look of hopelessness, which couldn't help but arouse the excitement of the dizzy soldiers fighting in the battlefield. One by one, they cheered up and rushed to the front, smashing the battle line supported by several high-level undead. Bad.

A group of giant monsters in the lead even rushed to the entrance of the city defense area.

Everyone in the battlefield has a vague feeling that as long as they work harder, these undead can be crushed into powder, and then the city defense area can be completely taken back, and the undead can be consumed with steel and stone again. quantity.

But an hour has passed, and the magic flame has been extinguished for a long time. Even if there is still a residual magic flame in the narrow passage of the city defense, even if the temperature inside is astonishingly high, it shouldn't stop the footsteps of the undead?

Mistress Emmantha of the third family may not have the strategic mind to consider this, but the drow commander who has been commanding the battle from the rear can detect the taste of conspiracy from the slow retreat of the undead.

But at this time, all the mobile forces that can be deployed by the major families have been hoarded here. Just now, some servants and drow elite fighters came to reinforce him one after another, and then passed him frantically, throwing themselves into the lump in front of him that was so dense that it was difficult to splash water.

An indescribable and inexplicable panic deeply grasped Commander Drow's heart, and he couldn't help tearing off the overly tight skirt, gasping for breath. When he calmed down a bit, he began to move his command position back a little without moving his expression.

The attack on the front line was originally orderly and orderly under his command, but now driven by that mindless Mistress Emmantha, it is already difficult to distinguish between priorities. All arms, whether it is the meat shield tauren, troll, ogre, or the skill drow warrior, lizard cavalry, or the caster goblin warlock, ogre mage, drow priestess, priest, They all huddled together, yelling and rushing forward, regardless of the situation ahead.

But they couldn't see it, but the drow commander who moved his command position to a small pass behind him could clearly see that something was wrong.

The few guys who rushed to the entrance of the city defense had already been knocked down by seven or eight gray rays that shot out from the shadows, and the death energy pervading everywhere eroded their bodies into sauce black.

What's especially frightening is that there are countless tiny bats flapping their wings and moving like lightning, surging out of the shadows in the city defense area, covering half of the sky in an instant. The largest of them ignored the enemies that were close at hand, but flapped its wings quickly and rushed towards its own position.

Commander Drow was startled, glanced left and right, and immediately understood the intentions of these undead.

The pass I was in was an urn leading to the inner city. If these flying undead occupied this place first, the drow troops trapped between the urn and the city defense would become turtles in the urn, with no way to escape.

At this critical juncture, the drow commander turned his head to look at the 30 drow warriors following him, drew out his drow scimitar, and was planning to order everyone to prepare for battle. Suddenly, more than a dozen tiny figures sprang out of an area flooded by the Drow Legion, and silently merged into the incoming Bat Legion.

When the corner of his eye caught sight of this scene, Commander Drow fought a cold war again, and shouted in a hurry: "Everyone listen to my order, go back and dispatch troops with me! Hurry... hurry!"

After saying that, regardless of these close subordinates, he turned his head and ran towards his family's residence. As for those attendants who didn't know the reason, except for a few clever ones who turned around and ran away together, the rest looked at each other and stood still in place.

Running away is a big taboo in the drow army. I don't know what's wrong with your Excellency Commander that you dare to do such a serious thing. If the family pursues it afterwards, those present will not end well.

Just as they hesitated, the bats who attacked in large numbers had turned into ferocious vampires in black dresses and blood-red capes, and swooped down with their teeth and claws open.

It took less than 2 minutes for this small pass to completely fall. The remaining three or five drow warriors fled into the side bunkers to fight stubbornly, while the rest fell to the ground, and their deaths were unspeakable.

However, at this time, the drow troops that were mixed between the mouth of the urn and the city gate were divided into two clear parts. The group in the front was frightened by the swarming vampires, lichouches, lickers, and ghosts, while the unidentified troops in the rear were still trying to push forward. The two turbid currents crowded and vibrated, turning the entire central battlefield into a big quagmire, and no one could easily get out of it.

Those clever guys who noticed the traces of a large number of flying undead above their heads still wanted to get out and wait and see the situation, but they were wrapped up by more rough-minded cannon fodder corps who only knew how to rush and approached the chaotic center in the middle. No matter how much they punched, kicked and screamed, it was useless.

"hiss hiss"

Shocking and terrifying sounds came from the front, and the death energy dispersed in a large area spread out in the lumpy field at lightning speed. This made the drow troops, which had already lost their command, even more chaotic and disorderly. The dizzy guys could no longer distinguish between south, east and north, and just wanted to get out of this immobile quagmire as soon as possible.

Relying on brute force, those tall, burly guys pushed aside the obstacles in the way, and started to run towards a place they thought was safe. And those thin guys became the most unlucky ones. Once they were knocked down in the chaos, they would never have a chance to get up again.

Even the group of priests led by the noble and proud Mistress Emmantha couldn't stand the turbulent flow of people. In the blink of an eye, several petite family junior priests were squeezed into the side and disappeared, while Zhuo, who was trying to maintain order, The leader of Er's guards was squeezed so that his armor was crooked, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes were black and blue from being beaten by some bastard.

Although all the drow elves can use the floating technique, but look at the densely packed vampire bats, ghosts, and banshees hovering above their heads, no drow dares to show their heads rashly. The few high-ranking undead who have fought fiercely with them so far are all hovering high in the sky close to the top of the wall, looking for the most valuable target with bloodshot eyes.

Mistress Emmantha suddenly felt a chill in her heart, and hurriedly snatched an inconspicuous gray hooded cloak from the bodyguard beside her, and covered herself tightly.

And not far from her, a high-ranking priestess of a family who was crowded to the side hurriedly blessed herself with a halo of divine magic. Relying on her soaring strength and protection, she was able to drive away the "untouchables" around her with her whip. ".

Madam Emmantha didn't care to scold this mindless idiot, she hurriedly bowed into the chaotic soldiers on the side, and sneaked towards the rear. Sure enough, before she could go far, she heard the sharp sound of wind rushing down from high above, and immediately the death scream familiar to the priestess sounded.