The Rise of the Cemetery

For some unknown reason, the young mage did not stop Resil from concocting the body of Mistress Ferren, but when the other party showed that he wanted to concoct the corpses of several high-ranking priests under the altar, the young mage He stretched out his index finger at her and shook it gently.

Although she didn't fully understand the actions of the young mage, Resil still stopped her busy figure, and finally began to face the young necromancer who had driven the entire drow city into a desperate situation.

"Men, I don't know how you plan to deal with me?" Resil licked her thick red lips with a vicious expression. While the limbs were swaying, the plump pair, which was comparable to basketball, almost slipped out again because of this movement.

The strips of cloth were crossed across the chest, and it was too unsafe to cover the pair of jumping huge sacrificial robes. This made Ruisier's every move, which will cause the man to silently say in his heart, "A little bigger, a little bigger". This is a special temptation and torment that makes people think about it all the time.

Perhaps it was the sudden expansion of strength that gave Raisel overly arrogant confidence, and made her speak and behave with a kind of arrogance and contempt of a superior. This kind of performance may stimulate some men with excessive hormones to develop a different desire to conquer and express, but to the young mage who is already full of killing intent, it is just a fresh fish struggling before being thrown into the pot.

A level 19 high-level spellcaster is indeed a mountain that is difficult to overcome for the current strength of the undead. It was this misjudgment that made this Mistress Rachel behave like a clown who didn't know how to live or die under the pressure of a strong enemy, and she still felt good about herself when she was about to die, wanting to play around to bring "opportunities" enemy.

This group of undead almost wiped out most of the cities, which was an unforgivable crime that she hated. And their arrival also brought her the biggest turning point in her life, allowing her to climb to the peak of her life and become the well-deserved first family mistress ever since.

Otherwise, the "stand-in doll" would not be so easy to work.

The reason why Rachel didn't do it directly was because at this moment, she needed applause, and she needed the audience. So that at this most beautiful and glorious moment, she can experience the pleasure of the pinnacle of life longer and more deeply.

But after she enjoyed all of this, they still had to go on the road of being destroyed by themselves.

Because she hates the undead!

The young mage couldn't help standing with his arms around his chest, and said with a disdainful smile: "What's the matter, Mistress Ruisier? Your strength has skyrocketed, so you look down on us a bit? Don't forget, this place is ours now. The world, your attitude..."

"Shut up, humble male! This is the territory blessed by the Spider Goddess, and it's not your turn to call the shots here. May the light shine on your head! Her Royal Highness the Spider Queen will throw you into the filthy abyss, let Your soul is weeping and howling inside..." Resil, who had soared in strength, hated the young mage who interrupted her wonderful enjoyment, and was no longer willing to maintain this seemingly false peace.

Hulala sounded continuously, and a large number of cemetery creatures broke through the blockade of the last batch of drow elite outside, and began to slowly inject into this spacious underground cave. The lickers running along the four walls and jumping vertically like walking on the ground are like a white cloth that is slowly opening, and soon filled most of the space here.

Mistress Ruisier, who was alone, still stood proudly. Apart from the strength of level 19 that gave her infinite confidence, the opponent could hardly see high-end undead who had crossed level 16, which was her real confidence. She could sense that her first family hadn't fallen yet, as long as she could return there, a level 19 powerhouse who was favored by the Spider Queen and the remaining family priests would be enough to deal with the attack of the undead.

As for whether the undead would regard this place as their lair, Resil was even more in disbelief. The grace of the Spider Queen is still on her body, which also means that she can summon the servants of the goddess at any time. With them, it is only a matter of time before these undead are dispelled.

At that time, she will be the well-deserved absolute ruler of this city!

The two sides had no basis for peace talks at all, so, almost at the same time, both sides launched the most rapid attacks.

At the moment when the arrogant and stupid Resil, who had been acting arrogant and stupid, turned her face, what she cast from her hand was the strongest single-target spell "Ashes and Ashes" that she could cast with her own strength. This is an instant death spell up to level 7, and it can also destroy corpses along the way, preventing the little necromancer on the opposite side from having any means of rebirth.

It's a pity that the young mage never had the intention of approaching her, and retreated rapidly when she cast the spell. A large number of ghosts and resentful souls poured out from behind him, submerging his figure in an instant.

Then there was a mournful wail, and I don't know which unlucky spirit body touched this seventh-level spell. It's just that even its wailing at the moment of its final demise was completely drowned out by the earth-shattering ghost howls, and almost no one could hear it.

Although Resil was extremely confident in her own strength, she still frowned in the face of the massive undead approaching by land and air at the same time. Although her melee combat ability is not weak, she is still a female drow who is biased towards spellcasters. Without a guard, how can she use the powerful magic spells she just mastered?

Driven by Raisel, the spirit-bound corpse Ferren standing beside her took a step forward and blocked her.

As the mistress of drow who has survived for hundreds of years, Ferlun has a short blade in his left hand and a snake-headed whip in his right. Coupled with the low-level divine arts that are handy, once he defends with all his strength, his combat power will be amazing. is considerable. What's even more rare is that as she took out a magic amulet from her bosom and crushed it desperately, three portals suddenly opened not far from her side.

Li Xun had retreated to the vicinity of the entrance of the cave at this moment, and did not try to step forward to participate in the attack. Seeing Ferlun acting like this at this moment, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes curiously, wanting to see what kind of helper she could summon.

He didn't make him wait any longer. After 3 flexing his fingers, three beholders, one big, two small, came out of the portal arrogantly and appeared in the arena.

Almost as soon as he came out of the portal, the 17th-level beholder Klabock was startled by the dense crowd of undead in front of him, and a burst of rays shot out involuntarily, turning the group of undead closest to him into fly ash. But this loss is nothing to the steady stream of undead, and the area that was just vacated was replaced by new undead in an instant.

"Damn drow, what kind of enemies did you provoke? Why are there so many undead? Isn't this your drow's city? You..." While attacking uninterruptedly to sweep away the surrounding enemies, the beholder Krabbe Ke let out a thunderous roar, angrily questioning the "allies" who summoned him.

But when one of its eye-stalks opened its eyeball and glanced at this unusual former "ally", its voice broke off abruptly.

There seems to be something wrong with this former "ally". The soul is still the same soul, but why does her state look so controlled by others...

"You became a spirit-bound corpse?" The beholder Klabock was so surprised that he could hardly speak.

Having dealt with drow for hundreds of years, I couldn't be more clear about their methods. This method of concocting spirit-bound corpses is one of the common methods drow use to deal with traitors or losers. But turning a drow mistress into a spirit-bound corpse, such a grand gesture made even the beholders amazed.

The other eye of the beholder Klabock turned his head and stared at the drow woman who was silently preparing high-level magic spells behind Ferren. The strong fluctuations overflowing from the opponent's body made her tremble with fear.

The portal has disappeared, and under the unknown circumstances, it retreated together with the other two little beholders, only protecting its surroundings with continuous rays, silently examining the situation in the arena.

And at this time, Resil, who had completed a ninth-level magic spell, raised her hands high, and a surging wave of flames emanated from her hands, sweeping across the vast space within 50 meters around her with unstoppable momentum, killing all low-level undead. All incinerated. However, under her control, this magical technique intentionally avoided Ferlun and the three beholders who were gathered together, but it didn't force the other party to turn their eyes back immediately.

The young mage hiding in the distance also looked dark, frowning. This is the case in the world of high demons. Even if you are invincible, you will still be a bottomless incinerator before these spellcasters run out of mana and shields. No matter how many low-level units you invest in, the opponent can all be wiped out, which makes people feel distressed and helpless.

Without the cooperation of high-level cemetery heroes, relying only on these low-level cemetery units, the loss caused by the death of a 19-level near-sacred powerhouse would definitely make the young mage cry.

After clearing out the enemies around him, Ressel, who was free for the time being, handed over the defensive task to the spirit-bound corpse Ferren, while she turned to look at the beholder Klabock who was fully on guard.

"Your Excellency Krabbock, Rathmurfel City's first family mistress Resil sends you greetings!"

The beholder Klabock is also well aware of the intrigue between the drows. Judging from the situation in front of him, no matter how you look at it, that damned former "ally" fell into the infighting stupidly.

"Damn bitch, I can't control my own life and death, and you have to go into the water, I really deserve you to be so unlucky!" The beholder Klabock cursed inwardly, but the words he said were much more polite, after all, the person standing in front of him But a 19th-level drow priest: "Hello, Mistress Ruisier. I don't know why you summoned me?"

When this happened, Crabbeck could only pretend to be confused. From the situation in front of us, we can see that these drow sluts were still fighting among themselves when the foreign enemies invaded, and this unfamiliar black-skinned man was probably the final victor. It seems that it is necessary for them to help them clear out the enemies.

However, the eye demons couldn't help being confused when they scanned the astonishing number of undead in the cave. When did such a large number of undead appear in this shallow underground layer?

But without it thinking, the undead who had stopped attacking in front of it moved left and right, revealing a thin figure hidden under a dark black one-piece cloak in the distance.

"Master Crabbeck, hello, we meet again!" The young mage brushed off the hood that covered his face, and greeted the beholder from a distance.

"It's you!" The beholder's memory isn't too good, and it recognized this little human mage with black hair and black pupils and a smirk on his almost face-to-face.