The Rise of the Cemetery

Those soldiers and horses had already broken through the defense line outside the drow family's garrison, and pushed the battle line into the garrison. From the position of the young mage, he could no longer see or hear the massive battle between the two armies just now. He could only perceive the fierceness and cruelty of the battle from the soul fulcrums that were extinguished one after another in the soul system.

However, the cemetery has developed to the current level. In many cases, the so-called war damage and gains are like a silent movie that happened in a distant corner for young mages. Gains and losses are just numbers for discussion. If it wasn't for obtaining enough soul power for evolution, the young mage even only needs to sit in the Undercity, and he can control every step of the development of the battle with his fingers.

The battle in the distance is still going on, but here is already singing and dancing. But in this palpitating silence, there is some kind of invisible crisis.

This is the city of drow, and it is also a city blessed by gods! In the long and cruel development history of the drow elves, it is not without the painful lessons of city destruction, but they were all destroyed by the goddess's wrath after offending the spider goddess. And a drow city that is still blessed by the glory of the goddess and has not completely lost the favor of the goddess, even with the power of mind flayers and underground monsters, rarely dares to invade the territory of the spider goddess head-on.

Therefore, at the beginning of entering the city, a spellcasting group composed of 50 high-ranking Lich was busy in the lobby of the tavern at the feet of the young mage. A large magic circle with shielding, anti-detection, and anti-prophecy effects is slowly taking shape, and most of the knowledge in it comes from Isa's contribution.

Only some of the remaining knowledge from the period of the Arcane Empire can have such a large coverage of the magic circle.

Standing behind the young mage, the Gorefiend was not in a hurry to ask for orders to lead troops to encircle and suppress a certain Drow family's garrison. Instead, he looked around the dilapidated city with great interest.

Once upon a time, the city of Rasmurfel, which was considered prosperous for a while, has now come to a dead end. Everything in the distance is shrouded in deep, lightless shadows, making it impossible for people to have a true glimpse of the entire city. Only the occasional burst of magical flashes somewhere in the distance indicated the frontier and urgency of the battle.

The tavern I was standing on was located on the side of the busiest and busiest central street in the city. Nearly half of the torches lit on both sides of the road had been extinguished, making this once bustling avenue look dilapidated and gloomy, full of ominous breath.

Looking around, the whole city was immersed in an indescribable silence.

However, within the sight range of the Gorefiend looking around, the shadowy figures did not decrease, but became more dense and hurried. Graveyard creatures do not need light, and are naturally adapted to the gloomy and dark Underdark.

Under the silent gaze of the Gorefiend, a large number of lickers and ghosts are pouring into the city, gathering along the dark and lightless streets, roofs, and rock walls towards the densely populated area of ​​the drow family.

All directions around the tavern are filled with the subtle sounds of lickers clawing at the ground with sharp claws and sharp teeth, while the place near the top of the wall is full of ghostly smiles of "Jie Jie", mixed with the sound of vampire bats flapping their wings hurriedly. Strange sound.

And the only ones who can walk on the wide avenue are the fully armed Lich team. Although they are also undead, they have the glory and reverence of spellcasters. Holding a nearly 2-meter-high skeleton staff, they walked proudly into this drow city that will soon become their territory with irregular steps.

When this group of spellcasters up to level 5 also joined the ranks of the attacking team, the drow family that had been divided and eaten one by one could no longer withstand the attack of the cemetery, and news of victory came back from the front line one by one.

"Master, someone is coming!" The Gorefiend who was looking around calmly sent a message through the soul connection.

"Well, I know. Wait and see!"

The young mage waved away the vampire who came back to report the news, his eyes still did not move away from the thick magic book on the table that could hit people.

Xu Shi knew that he couldn't sneak in any further, the hazy human figure floating in mid-air appeared in the laughter of "Ge Ge", and slowly floated down on the terrace.

Looking at the gorgeous and exquisite mithril chain armor full of drow style, and the strong magic aura lingering all over his body, the young mage finally raised his head, brushed off the hood that covered his face, and let himself be naked. She couldn't help but see the pure and docile eyes and the bumpy figure of "Mother Ferlan".

However, the young sorcerer paid more attention to the six-headed snake head whip on the opponent's waist, which contained profound meaning.

The young mage leaned back, let his straight spine lean loosely on the back of the chair, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "Congratulations, Madam Ferren!"

If he remembers correctly, the only owner of the hydra head whip in Rasmuffel is the previous mistress of the first family. But now it actually landed on Ferlun's waist, and only those in the know can fully understand the situation expressed in it.

Perhaps the frivolity in the young mage's tone touched the majesty of the mistress, or the mighty Spider Goddess did not allow her to bow down to a mortal. froze.

Regarding the approach of an outsider, the young mage did not express anything, and the blood demon standing on the edge of the street on the other side just turned his head and watched silently, while the creatures in the cemetery on the terrace all showed full enthusiasm. hostility.

The vampires serving as waiters stood in a row blocking Madam Ferren's way, bared their sharp fangs, and issued a malicious threat of "ho ho". And several high-ranking banshees who acted as dancers flew into the air, and they also showed the pale and ugly faces unique to undead creatures as they shuttled back and forth.

Shadowy shadows appeared on the roofs of several nearby buildings, and it could be vaguely seen that they were those ferocious corpse witches holding a long staff of skeletons in one hand and a book of death or skulls in the other.

The blood mages headed by Hera lined up behind the young mage. The magic power unique to the caster and the unique anger that was different from that of the undead even the well-informed Mistress Ferren couldn't help but look at it a little more. Eye.

A human mage mixed with the undead?

It's no wonder that Mistress Ferren's eyesight is clumsy. Even though the energy aura of mutant blood mages like the blood mage is very weak, they are not weaker than the veterans of the blood race in terms of life level. If they can go one step further, then any one of them can become the ancestor of a new blood race.

"Mr. Basar, is this your way of hospitality?" Mistress Ferren gently raised her hands and turned around in a charming manner. In addition to showing that he is not carrying a weapon, he also revealed his charming and attractive breasts and buttocks as he rolled his eyes, which is not enchanting.

Bashar was the name that the young mage had made up in his dealings with the drow.

"I wanted to visit at first, but I didn't expect the mistress to come here on my own initiative. That's fine, it's always good to talk about some things in person!" The young mage stopped the restlessness of his subordinates, and politely invited the other party to take a seat.

The vampires standing in front of them retreated silently, and retreated into the house together with the blood mages. Even the flying banshee disappeared quietly, leaving only the young mage, the blood demon, and Mistress Ferren on the terrace. three people.

Mistress Ferren swayed her limp waist, and sat across from the young mage in a coquettish manner. The two sides silently looked at each other across a simple round table carved from green pine wood.

Gentle and warm smiles bloomed on the faces, but the dark and deep pupils of both sides were filled with coldness and chill.

"I've known you for so long, and I still don't know what you want. It really shouldn't be!" Ferlun's voice was soft and low, but with a cloying softness: "I came here today just to want Ask sincerely. Mr. Basar, what exactly do you want?"

The young mage smiled coldly, turning a blind eye to Ferlun's flirtatious behavior, and felt even more contemptuous in his heart.

Sure enough, the drow elves are used to being a tiger in the door, and they are used to the kind of intrigue that closes the door and fights with each other. Once you see a lot of daggers in the shadows and poisons in fragrant lips and wine, you will not be used to this kind of red-hot house demolition. The enemy has already hit the door, and they are still entangled in conspiracy and tricks, swords and swords.

If they can really gather the troops of the entire city, among other things, the nearly 200 drow priests and priests alone will be a powerful force that even young mages will pay attention to.

It's a pity that from the moment the war started, they didn't work together for a second. Even the mistress of the third family was once again a victim of a conspiracy, and was sent to the butcher's knife in the cemetery for nothing. But after the cemetery entered the city, these selfish guys still couldn't unite together, and they even happily guarded their own family residences, leaving the entire city's servants, slaves, and aliens to the enemy.

This staggering behavior of endorsing the enemy still makes the young mage feel unbelievable.

Now this Mistress Ferren came to ask him what he wanted? But he still wants to ask what does this clear-minded, thousand-year-old monster want?

However, the grief and indignation of the young mage's empathy also ushered in a certain response, and the questions he conveyed in the soul system were perfectly explained by Zena.

After all, only the drow can understand the drow!

In fact, the cause and effect of all this is still in the young mage.

The last time he went alone to the city of Rasmurfel, the young sorcerer had only grown into a small body, so he took a knife against the unreasonable mistress of the first family and usurped a large amount of ill-gotten wealth. But this also broke the ecological balance of this drow city in disguise.

Losing the absolute power to deter the females, the mistress of the first family turned out to be Rasel who was supported and threatened. There was no one in power in Rasmuffer City, and the entire power structure began to move towards the family council. model development. But before they could construct a stable political rule that could support the participation of all power players, they were instigated by some ambitious people to attract a giant predator that was beyond everyone's expectations.

When catastrophe struck, this loose structure of power quickly collapsed, of course, leaving behind a chaotic situation in which no one could trust anyone else. In the eyes of the family mistresses who had woken up, this human mage who strutted into the drow city arrogantly was the powerful foreign aid that Ferlun had seduced.

As for the actual situation, only Ferren himself knows.

But will anyone still believe her words?