The Rise of the Cemetery

"Go and kill them!" Dolores ordered coldly.

Master Drow bowed slightly, turned around and walked out of the magic chamber. The moment he stepped out of the stone gate, with the help of the glimmer of light reflected by the water mirror screen, it could be seen that his eyes were out of focus, and he seemed to be in a state of sleepwalking.

The battle outside the secret room was in full swing, and the drow weapon master had already reached the depths of the tunnel wielding a scimitar with an almost invisible blade. Wherever he passed, the swarming ghosts and resentful souls disappeared one after another, and even 4 vampires were hacked to death by him.

With his powerful attack, the four drow warriors in the rear were finally able to hold their ground, or scimitars, or crossbow arrows, firmly guarding the corner of the tunnel and refusing to go away.

But at this time, excellent martial arts might be able to keep them safe for a while, but not forever. They are in the battle circle, in front of and behind them, left and right, and even above their heads and soles, some hideous green spirits will appear at any time, stretching out their shriveled and dirty claws, howling Grab it on the body.

Even more frightening are the ice banshees and ghost killers mixed among a large number of ghosts and resentful souls. A poor greeting, caught by an ice banshee, that dark skin will turn blue, and the flesh and blood in the body will tend to be frozen. And once it fails to turn around, there will inevitably be a large number of spirit bodies swarming in.

That's why the drow mage only entered the secret room for 3 minutes, and 5 drow warriors were already lying down in the tunnel outside. All of these dead were stiff, with dark complexions, and there were traces of ice and frost between the brows and eyes.

Seeing the drow mage coming out of it, the team that was almost unable to hold on immediately let out a low cry of joy. The few remaining drow warriors immediately opened the way with magic scrolls and began to move closer to the mage. Even the weapon master who was fighting in the distance rushed back.

The drow warriors who were busy dealing with the ghosts that kept pouring in did not notice that the mage had been chanting something in a low voice after coming out of the secret room, while the spirit bodies that shuttled across the field intentionally or unintentionally avoided the drow The mage's side.

So, just as the small team reunited, the mage had already finished his spellcasting, and a black light quietly entered the team.

The instant burst of "mass panic" obviously added special effects of magic penetration, which made the black-skinned drow who thought they had excellent magic resistance undisputedly hit the trick.

The unsuspecting drow warriors ran away screaming and screaming, even throwing away the weapons in their hands, waving their hands against the crazy attack of the spirit body, and fled aimlessly in the narrow tunnel. Even the most well-equipped weapon master lost control of his body for 2 seconds, and then he broke free from the panic with his strong will.

"You..." No matter what to keep silent, the angry weapon master just roared out, and saw clearly the nearly mad and dull expression of the drow mage with his dark vision. This allowed him to judge instantly that the mage was either occupied by a spirit body, or controlled by the other party.

But at this time, where can I find priests or priests to dispel this bad state for the mage? Almost as soon as he thought about it, the weapon master gave up his plan to rescue the mage, turned around and rushed towards a tunnel with few spirit bodies.

It's just that before he could rush through the corner, his light and agile figure suddenly sank. This distorted his swift, wind-like movements a little, and he almost bumped his head against a rock wall.

And at the moment when his movements were stiff and deformed, four or five thin figures suddenly appeared from the shadows on the top wall of the tunnel, with treacherous screams, showing terrifying fangs and sharp teeth, and shot towards him on every side. Bite at the weak point.

The drow mage's "gravity technique" cooperated tacitly with these vampires, and even formed a lore in an instant.

The weapon master staggered across the corner, and although the dancing scimitar drove back 3 vampires and seriously injured 2 of them, 2 vampires still jumped on him as they wished.

Due to the obstruction of the rock wall, the drow mage could not directly see the subsequent battle. But from the depths of the tunnel, the sound of angry roaring, panting, and the sound of sharp knives cutting through the flesh echoed intertwined, and there was also the never-ending sound of chattering teeth and claws rubbing against bones.

After a while, the place regained its calm, and there was a low sound of sucking in the dark shadow.

Dolores stepped out of the secret room wearing a gorgeous black dress that was as bright as the stars in the night, and her delicate and transparent crystal high heels made a crisp and pleasant sound on the hard floor.

"Destroy this place!" Her order was direct and brutal.

5 After flexing his fingers, the sound of explosions of fireballs, ice cones, and lightning beams roared in the tunnel, echoing for a long time.

At the same time that the secret room was destroyed, the gate of the station was already engulfed in a sea of ​​flames.

Drow's insidiousness and viciousness are also fully revealed in these traps. The killer weapon they arranged near the gate was a scorching fire that fell from the sky, except for the special elemental creature, the Gray Stone Man.

This is a kind of "black water" found deep in the ground. Not only does it smell pungent and unpleasant, but it is also as viscous as molten iron. What's more terrifying is its flammability. In certain black pools that flow in subterranean caverns, there are often tiny seas of fire that burn for years and never go out.

The drow mages who are very interested in these natural black waters have undergone many experiments, and then through alchemy, a special semi-solid substance is extracted from it-Scorching Glue. This kind of violent spontaneous combustion, combined with some magical alchemy items, has simply become the best arson tool for creating a sea of ​​​​fire in the regional space. It's a pity that due to the strong instability, it can only be used as a one-time consumable.

The drow insidiously placed the fire point on the top wall directly above the gate. With the activation of the magic mechanism, the soldiers in the cemetery who were struggling with the tall Gray stone man couldn't help but look up in amazement, looking at the countless oilcloth bags floating out from the nearly 100-meter-high pitch-black cave roof.

It was obviously just a high-altitude parabolic without any harm, but the creatures in the cemetery with keen intuition could smell the breath of death from it. But they were not allowed to do anything, these oilcloth bags spread out across the vast space instantly ignited, accompanied by countless light explosions, quickly turning the entire 200-meter three-dimensional area directly in front of the fourth family's resident into a sea of ​​flames.

The earth is burning, the air is burning, and the rock wall is burning. As long as any person or thing attached by the fire glue, no matter whether it is alive or dead, will be reduced to ashes in the extremely hot and nearly white flame.

With just one blow, nearly 700 lickers and spirits were incinerated, and more importantly, the cemetery had lost the opportunity to directly attack the opponent's gate.

But all this is not over.

Accompanied by loud rumbling noises and slight ground shocks, the 13-meter-tall Graystone man also escaped from the sea of ​​flames in a panic.

Hot glue doesn't distinguish between friend and foe. The "heavy rain" just now also drenched it all over, so the current Gelai stone man is not so much a stone man as a fire man.

A flurry of gray powder fell from its body, most of which were the ashes left by the lickers hanging on its body after being incinerated, and some of it was the disintegration of its body during the extremely high-temperature baking stone powder.

At this time, the Graystone man had no intention of attacking any enemies, but was like a wounded survivor, stumbling between the rock walls, obviously unable to distinguish the specific direction. In its angry and deep roar, a large amount of earth element seeps out from the floor under its feet, and spreads upwards along the thick stone legs. What it passes is the perfect combination of this magical creation of nature and magic alchemy. The formed flame was destroyed under the thick soil layer.

But the magic of magic is also beyond people's imagination. These lingering earth elements have just rolled over, and once those parts that have been extinguished come into contact with the air again, the ferocious flames of deflagration will envelop them again.

The Gray stone man couldn't completely extinguish the flame of this possession even after trying many times. Instead, due to the delay, one of his thick stone legs broke in the middle due to the long-term baking.

From this point of view, even if it is not attacked, it will eventually die under the "accidental injury" of its own people.

However, the Gray Stone Man is obviously some kind of intelligent creature, and in the end he sank himself under the rock formation again, completely cutting off contact with the air, and escaped the catastrophe. But judging by its final appearance, even after taking a rest, it would be severely injured and lose its combat effectiveness.

The attack of this alchemy item is really sharp, but the drow mages obviously did not expect that the burning of the burning glue requires the action of air. So although the fire came fiercely, everything could be incinerated in an instant, but after a quarter of an hour, once the air in the entire crypt space was burned by it, its power would be greatly reduced immediately. Most of the turbulent sea of ​​flames was extinguished in an instant, leaving only sporadic fires still in clusters in the east and burning tenaciously in the west.

Those who participated in the siege of the gate of the garrison just now were all lickers, spirits, and abominations. Although the damage caused by the conflagration seems to be huge, it can only be exchanged for the slight frown of the young mage, far from hurting the muscles. degree of bone.

The oxygen in the air is thin, and if Li Xun didn't have the practical equipment, he might have to avoid it for the time being. But this trick is useless against the creatures in the cemetery, after all, the undead don't need to breathe. So just waiting for the temperature in the front area to drop, the offensive of the cemetery can continue.

And those forwards who have gone deep into the labyrinth of the drow, led by Younv, Dolores and Gorefiend, are still persistently extending toward the depths of the drow family residence. It's just that after losing the endless support, the offensive slowed down a little.