The Rise of the Cemetery

Before the human soldiers started to celebrate the death of the three stitch monsters, the familiar heavy footsteps sounded outside the camp again.

Another batch of stitch monsters rushed in!

The complexions of several high-ranking knights became solemn and gloomy. They could only adjust their shortness of breath briefly, and then went up to meet them again. Such a large undead creature is not something that fledgling little guys can contend with. Even they have to deal with it carefully, otherwise they will suffer a heavy blow from the opponent, even if it is enchanted armor plus divine magic blessing, they will suffer a lot of concussion.

Although stitch monsters are difficult to deal with, but because of their existence, there are not many undead creatures that can cooperate with them to attack. The attack surface is narrow, and the Stitching Monster needs a lot of room to maneuver between its movements. This makes the Stitching Monster's attack unconsciously have a large gap in the tidal wave of corpses just now.

After all, human mercenaries are only semi-armed warriors. They don't have a full set of knight armor that is so sophisticated and enviable as church knights, nor do they have dazzling and powerful combat skills. What they have is the rich combat experience of traveling to many places and various places, and the omnipotent mastery of all weapons. They were already unable to intervene in the fierce battle that broke out ahead, but it did not delay them retreating to the rear and continuing to attack the undead with powerful crossbows and continuous bows and arrows.

As the battle became more and more intense, several high-ranking knights' gorgeous combat skills such as "Evil Breaking Slash" and "Holy Light Strike" began to appear frequently on the battlefield, and each time was accompanied by the demise of a high-ranking undead. For a moment, the entire battlefield became stalemate with a strange balance.

Xu Shi was very dissatisfied with the futility of the undead creatures under him for a long time. In the subsequent attacks, more undead elites began to appear frequently.

The thing that puts the most pressure on the defense line of the camp is the new type of ghoul with flexible movements and sharp teeth and claws. Their physical strength is basically equivalent to that of zombies, but their sensitivity is a hundred times greater than that of the opponents. Almost a vertical jump can rush into the human line of defense, and directly attack the priest group behind the soldiers.

Although the "Holy Glory" enchantment jointly supported by several priests can purify them, it will take a while, and this time is enough for them to complete one or two attacks. They are like a group of ferocious beasts that come here to die, even if they are destined to perish, they still want to leave some wounds on a certain human body.

In their fearless attack, the priests curled up in the barrier guard were all wounded. Killing the incoming undead and helping their companions to cleanse the wounds, when the priests were so busy, they couldn't care less about assisting the front line of defense.

And at this moment, there was an abnormal sound of "呲", and a large "cloud of death" with foul smell bloomed among the human warriors.

"The Lich..." "There is the Lich..."

Distorted screams came and went, and more than a dozen mercenaries and knights who were caught in the "cloud of death" staggered and fled. All of them looked gloomy, and some of the wounds on their bodies began to fester and fester.

Although the three "purification techniques" came late, they always came.

The surging sacred aura quickly dissipated the terrible negative energy, but two mercenaries still fell in the middle of the field. Their position was too close to the center of the cloud of death, so they were killed by the strong negative energy before reaching the priest's rescue.

A high-ranking knight quickly stepped out from the crowd, with a sharp long sword in his hand shining like a beam of light, and a half-moon-shaped "Evil Breaking Slash" had already penetrated into the gap between the camps.

The cloud of death just now came from here.

Outside the dark fortress, only countless figures can be seen shaking, but no specific objects can be seen clearly. And with the brilliance of Breaking Evil Slash, a staggering back corpse witch appeared in everyone's sight. Its shriveled and withered left hand held a long skeleton staff, and the skull at the top of the staff shot out a thick gray ray, which collided with the Suppressing Evil Slash.

Breaking evil and cutting is indeed a high-level combat skill for cutting evil and evil. It has a concise momentum and is invincible. With almost a face-to-face encounter, he broke through the interception of the gray rays, cut off the long staff of the Lich's skeleton in front of him, and hit the Lich's lean and strong body fiercely.

"ah……"

With a shrill hiss, the bone shield and the robe of the dead outside the corpse witch were chopped off, and even the body was almost severed in the middle. However, at this time, the Evil Breaking Slash that continuously broke through multiple defenses had exhausted its energy, leaving a deep cut mark on its bony chest.

The Lich, who was lucky enough to escape death, raised his head, and the dark and red soul fire in the hollow eye sockets exploded into two torches due to anger. However, the Lich is a high-level undead who knows the depths and advances and retreats. He did not lose his mind because of anger. He scanned the crowd with hatred, turned around and sank into the shadow behind him again.

And its position was replaced by the rushing zombies and skeletons in an instant.

"Puff puff"

Three consecutive sparks fell from mid-air to the position where the Lich was just now, and the sudden burst of shock waves and holy flames plowed the entire front of the camp. It's a pity that the corpse witch was no longer seen in the shining divine light.

Three priests wearing priest's robes and chain armor inside came to the front line with steady steps, their quaint faces stared at the place where the Lich disappeared, and their eyes were full of regret that could not be concealed.

What a pity, the Lich retreated too resolutely. As long as it hesitated just now, it probably won't be able to avoid this wave of magical attacks.

Magical creatures like the Lich have always occupied an extremely important position in the undead army, and they always acted as commanders every time they appeared. If it could be left just now, it would at least paralyze the offensive of the undead for a period of time.

Priests and priests from the Temple of Justice are not as weak as other church magicians, and have always been known for their strength. Their signature equipment is the thick book of wisdom hanging at the waist and the 30-pound mace in their hands. It is difficult to play with these things without the strength far beyond ordinary people.

Although they don't have extremely powerful combat skills, with the assistance of armor and magic arts, they are still powerful and outstanding. They are simply heavy warriors among magicians. Just now, many lickers were beaten to death one by one with a hammer because they couldn't break through the divine magic shield outside the priest's body with melee attacks.

This way of killing the undead is undoubtedly the most efficient way to save magic power, and it is also the basis for their long-lasting combat.

With the direct joining of three priests, the front line that had been loose just now became stable again. It's a pity that the camp that originally played the role of blocking the tide of corpses was also shattered by the continuous impact of stitch monsters, and it was difficult to play its original role. And a steady stream of corpses and seas of skeletons poured in from the gap, filling almost every inch of the camp's activity space.

As a last resort, the entire defense line began to move back slowly, joining together with the priests behind to form a well-dense circular defense circle. On the outside are fully armed mercenaries and church knights, while on the inside are low-level priests in cloth robes.

As for those priests who are physically strong enough, they have also joined the outer defense line, or stretched out their hands to summon the brilliant halo of divine magic, or held up maces and flails and slammed at the undead, tenaciously propping up the entire continuous defense. position.

The undead who rushed forward fell in front of them one by one, and from time to time, soldiers in the defensive circle were pulled out of the battle line by the swarming undead, and finally disappeared into the vast sea of ​​corpses.

The dozens of bonfires lit in the camp were also extinguished one after another, leaving only two bonfires still burning tenaciously. One pile was inside the defensive circle of the front line, and the other pile was in front of the lonely little tent.

In the camp at this time, except for the area illuminated by these two bonfires, the rest of the area has been plunged into deep darkness, becoming a playground where undead creatures gather.

In front of the small tent at the back of the battlefield, there were only three stalwart figures standing upright, so that every undead creature that broke into it could only cry helplessly and fell to the ground, becoming a real dead thing.

The gathering and death of countless undead creatures also caused the air inside the camp to become extremely polluted. All kinds of bloody and rancid smells have completely overwhelmed the original cool and slightly fishy sea breeze, choking human tears, and they can only fight hard , while constantly coughing.

For this reason, several priests hiding in the inner circle could only join forces to cast a large-scale magic spell of "air filtration", which meant that a divine grace to treat severe injuries was wasted in vain. And at the most intense moment of battle, a divine spell often means a life. But in order to allow everyone to last longer, such consumption may be carried out every hour.

Due to the strong containment of the front line, the undead creatures that could bypass the human defense circle and sneak attack the tent were not strong enough, or the number was not enough, which allowed the high priest Heyman to lead the two high-ranking knights to barely support them.

Under the gloomy night, the entire camp was covered with staggering undead creatures, but there were still countless swaying figures emerging from the dark forest in the distance, and continued to rush towards this side.

In a dark place out of sight of humans, several gloomy guys in black robes were gathering together, talking in low voices. In front of and behind them, there are a large number of vampire bats flying around, maintaining vigilance.

"The fire has come, and it's time to teach those humans a lesson! But you must grasp the severity, you can oppress them to the extreme, but you must not kill them all by mistake, otherwise the subsequent scenes will be difficult to perform! Hmm ?..." Following the low and hoarse hum of the black robe in the center, the black robes surrounding the side hurriedly bent their bodies tremblingly, bowing to answer.

After the black-robed leader turned around and returned to the Castle of the Undead, the remaining black-robed men got together and muttered about the follow-up attack. In the shadow beside them, besides the existence of a large number of blood-sucking nobles, there is also a huge figure that is so huge that it makes one's heart palpitate.

Whenever the blasting light from the distant camp came here, it would cause a slight commotion of this behemoth, and it took a while for the black robes to appease the other party's violent killing heart.