The Rise of the Cemetery

"ah……"

The high-ranking wizard, who was suddenly attacked, seemed to be extremely furious, and finally endured the stinging pain in his head. He shouted a strange tone that no one could understand, and then the fire element outside his body quickly vibrated.

In almost a second, the high-ranking wizard's counterattack was almost completed, and a head-sized ball of red fire lava gradually appeared in the air.

With a flick of Samuel's sleeve, the vampire bat transformed by the blood mage had already taken shape. Its tiny, plush mouth opened wide, and a strange and shocking sound wave bombarded the high-ranking wizard.

Although "Crushing Sound Wave" is not a high-level spell, it is more than enough to interrupt the opponent's spellcasting, and even cut off most of the opponent's external fire element protection.

This is also related to the fact that most wizards in the wizarding world prefer to cast spells directly through elemental manipulation. Once the spellcaster temporarily loses control over the elements for some reason, these elemental defenses can easily be countered by the enemy to target the flaws. Otherwise, how could a sixth-level wizard's body protection be destroyed so easily.

This high-ranking wizard is obviously a guy who is close to the fire element particles, good at attacking but weak at defending. At this moment, he has no chance to plan a counterattack in a hurry, so he is caught in the lore of the blood mage Horus. As a last resort, under the control of the high-level wizard, the unfinished lava ball suddenly exploded into a stream of fiery particles, sweeping out in all directions, baking and igniting everything it touched.

The cold and rainy night, which was still gloomy and misty just now, turned into a hot and sweaty furnace in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, a heat wave burst out from the dark woodland, and the mist that baked the wet ground almost instantly curled up.

The sudden burst of flames completely illuminated the world. Even if you were seven or eight miles away, you could feel the explosion and ferocity of the scene from afar.

The two third-level wizards in the center of the blazing furnace had little room to resist, and were directly burned into coke by the sky fire. And the blood mage Horus, relying on the many resistance blessings on his body, forcibly penetrated the fatal blow driven by the vitality of the high-ranking wizard, and pierced the opponent's heart with his scorching claws.

Horus, who was almost burnt all over, threw himself on the opponent, taking advantage of the moment when his life had not finally dissipated, his sharp canine teeth bit the carotid artery, frantically sucking the blood imbued with strong elemental aura. With only five fingers, the blood energy absorbed has already made up for the physical strength consumed in the confrontation just now, and quickly repaired the damage to the body.

As the rustling scorched epidermis fell off, the scorched parts of the body regrown with new tender flesh and skin, allowing him to return to the best state of fighting. And the absorbed blood energy still has a lot of leftovers, which are stored in his body in the form of blood crystals, as the energy support for his subsequent battles.

Horus was already surrounded by the enemy, so he didn't dare to stay too long. He managed to take a few more breaths, but regretfully tossed him away, and escaped into the rainy night again before the nearby wizard entangled him. .

A moment later, the great wizard Sarus led a group of people to the scene.

The residual heat was not exhausted, and the evaporating water vapor met the cold rain at high altitudes, making a constant buzzing sound, and the whole scene appeared illusory and hazy under the intertwined air waves of hot and cold. Looking at the messy battlefield, Sarus' face looked cloudy and uncertain.

Although he was mentally prepared for the difficulty of the intruder, he still felt a surge of heat in his heart when he saw a sixth-level wizard being trapped and killed by the opponent in less than half a minute.

The resolute face tempered by many bloody killings smiled ferociously, and casually explained a few words to the trusted wizard who was accompanying him. With a start, the great wizard Saruman flew into the air, turning into a cloud of white smoke and walking around. Followed by the blood energy that has not dissipated.

A moment later, a terrifying shock erupted suddenly in the depths of the jungle far away. The pillar of fire soaring into the sky and the scorching flame wave illuminated half of the sky and completely awakened the entire jungle.

Horus felt it in his own body how terrible a great wizard was when he was enraged.

He had just repaired his complete body, and before he was allowed to escape for five miles, he was chased by the angry wizard Saruman. Horus flapped his fleshy wings hard, and his figure was as fast as a ghost, piercing left and right in the dark rainforest, trying his best to avoid the pounce of the puff of smoke.

A series of meandering lightning bolts pierced the night sky and briefly illuminated the battlefield.

In the suddenly pale and dark forest, giant bats and smoke clusters chased and fled one after another, and swam among the bushes and trees as fast as lightning. White spears shot out from the puff of smoke continuously, and after being dodged by giant bats, no matter where they were shot, there was an earth-shattering roar.

Horus was already going mad.

The opponent's attack was too sharp, with his current body, as long as he was shot by the spear once, he would be crushed to pieces. So at this time, he can only use all his skills, use the strength of breastfeeding, and flap his wings vigorously to rush forward. Panicked, his furry mouse face was wet by the rain, his small mouth was opened wide, with his bright red tongue sticking out, giving him an image of hopelessness.

Just when his physical strength was about to run out, a narrow and hidden canyon suddenly appeared in front of him. The steep and rugged cliff stands tall, and a long and narrow crack with a width of only 3 meters appears on the rock mass. It is dark and deep inside, and it is not known where it leads. If it weren't for the bat's nature to be good at detecting and positioning, I'm afraid it would be easy to ignore this crack in such a bad rainy night jungle.

Regardless of thinking so much, Horus spread his bat wings, and his body has crossed the last distance like a sharp arrow off the string, and plunged into it suddenly.

There was an indescribable ominous aura in the canyon. While trying to walk sideways, Horus looked back, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the great wizard did not catch up.

"Get rid of the other party?" With inexplicable joy, Horus slid quietly in the canyon.

But then he noticed something was wrong.

The angry look of the other party just now didn't look like a fake, how could he give up chasing and killing him so easily? But now the opponent didn't catch up, the reason is either he didn't want to chase, or he didn't dare to chase.

Thinking of the possibility of not daring to chase after him, Horus's heart skipped a beat, and he soared into the sky, rushing towards the long and narrow line of sky above his head.

It's a pity that it's too late, and the sudden change has already occurred around the body.

The sudden burst of horrified and shrill screams could not be completely concealed even by the rumble of thunder, and the continuous whirling and stirring in the nearly closed canyon could make everyone who heard it shudder.

The white puff of smoke hovered at the entrance of the canyon, hesitated for a moment, then shrunk and condensed, reverting to human form.

From the moment when the lightning in the sky lit up, one could clearly see the seriousness and fear on the face of the great wizard Sarus. Even though he heard the screams in the canyon, he didn't have the slightest intention to rush in.

After a while, those wizards who flocked to him rushed to his side, and when they saw the treacherous canyon, they couldn't help showing expressions of fear and cowering. The three great wizards gathered together, muttered for a while, and finally announced that the intruder was dead.

Some wizards may be a little confused, but after their companions secretly mouthed him the "Mother Worm", all doubts were easily resolved, and even the eyes they looked at the canyon were full of unconcealable horror.

After the wizards gradually retreated, a huge zigzag lightning cut through the night sky and illuminated the narrow entrance of the canyon.

A crooked and terrifying figure was standing there, from the figure, it was the blood mage Horus who had just disappeared in the depths of the canyon.

However, when the lightning illuminated his upturned face, it also impressively illuminated the terrifying tentacles that were constantly trembling and waving extending from the two black hole eye sockets and mouth.

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Still in that majestic wizard tower perched on a high sea cliff, the clone of the wizard god who has become its temporary owner finally waited for the good news from the front.

A locked intruder was eliminated on schedule!

Although the greater expectation of the witch god clones is to capture them alive and torture them to find out their origin and purpose, but the intelligence fed back from the front line shows that this intruder is simply a desperate man who is not afraid of death. Once in a desperate situation, he directly ignited his own soul fire, and the violent counterattack caused even severely injured the great wizard who led the team.

Although the result is not perfect, but it is not a small victory after all. So with a touch of regret, the sorcerer's avatar stood in a huge illusory beam of light, and his mind merged with the main body far away in the kingdom of God in the sky, and silently began to search for the next trace of the intruder.

The gods are omnipotent.

In Zhi's kingdom of God, only can achieve what he wants, and control everything as he pleases.

Gods are not omniscient.

At least within the scope of the plane, only the divine power must follow the rules of the plane itself, otherwise the backlash of the plane itself would be a big burden on him.

For the search of intruders, the god avatar relies more on the trace of soul breath accidentally released by the intruders when they break through the barriers of the plane. Of course, if some personal items or body fragments that can be used directly can be unearthed at the place where the intruder fell, then this kind of search and positioning will be more accurate and faster.

In fact, seriously, this is not a search, but an instinctive talent for divination. When anything related to self appears, Zhi with the priesthood of prophecy can obtain broken and messy clues from the illusory fate connection. It's a pity that the prophecy priesthood obtained by the witch god itself is broken and incomplete, so the information obtained in particular becomes more and more vague and weird, and will be affected by many external factors.

Therefore, in order to maximize the ability of the prophetic priesthood, the witch god spared no expense in descending on the clone instead of the projection.

Since these damned intruders all carry some kind of special item that can interfere with prophecy and divination, it is difficult to obtain normal feedback on their own precise capture. Therefore, the avatar of the witch god more vaguely grasps the abnormalities of the wizard world through the entanglement and distortion of the fate connection.

The boat left marks on the water.

Although only this invisible boat can't be seen, it doesn't prevent it from finding the opponent's trace from the abnormal place of the water mark.

Hidden deep in the wizard's tower, with the help of the huge elemental energy stored in it, the wizard god distracted his mind and body across thousands of rivers and mountains, and vaguely swept across a million-mile territory. According to the basic information fed back by various wizard associations, he slowly sensed of abnormalities.

On the vast and mysterious continent of the wizarding world, there is no shortage of tyrannical auras entrenched and guarded everywhere. Facing the unprovoked peeping by the witch god's avatar, they all showed anger and rage. In many cases, the vague consciousness projected by the witch god avatars will be shattered and dispelled by their surging supernatural power, and even counterattack across the air, so this kind of wide-area search performance is not ideal.

However, when some broken armor fragments found in the Thunder Mountain Range were sent to Zhi, these blurred scenes suddenly disappeared and were replaced by a clear picture.

This is a low and sunken valley, and a mysterious knight covered in black armor is riding on a strange black horse, fighting with a group of biped wyverns.

It can be seen that this level of fighting is not a challenge for this mysterious knight. The wyvern's natural hard skin could be ignored in front of a saber with a blade that was a meter and a half long, and its so-called natural strength was not worthy of praise in front of a headless horseman. Therefore, the whole battle looked brutal and bloody. If the dozen or so adult wyverns hadn't attacked in groups and cooperated with each other, they might have been slaughtered by the opponent long ago.

Even so, the broken bodies of three Wyverns were still scattered beside the pile of rubble where the Headless Horseman had been. A huge gap was cut on the side of the head and neck, and blue blood stains flowed all over the ground.

When the witch god's avatar looked at the undead in front of him through the distant void, the headless horseman Celti who was far away in the Thunder Mountain range turned his head and scanned the nearby void inexplicably after the battle. There was obviously nothing there, but there was always a gloomy and creepy chill betting on him, which made his soul fire seem restless.

Distracting your attention during a fight obviously won't do you any favors.

Just being dazed, the Saber did not break open the long neck of the wyvern in front of him in time, but instead got stuck in the opponent's tough neck bone. Several other wyverns saw the opportunity, and immediately jumped up from the side, knocked Celti off the undead black horse with their bodies, and quickly surrounded him.

The battle that turned into a mess of meat became more and more bloody.

All kinds of angry and shrill roars, the noises of teeth biting and cutting, and the terrifying sounds of swords slashing and blood splattering, turned this low-lying mountain into a bloody slaughterhouse that people couldn't bear to look at. The thick smell of blood and foul-smelling bodily fluids were mixed together, filling the entire venue, making those timid beasts dare not even take half a step.

After a full quarter of an hour, Celti, who seemed to have just stepped out of the pool of blood in the abyss, slowly walked out of the pile of corpses.

His pitch-black full-body armor has been painted countless layers with thick blue blood sauce, and with every step he takes, the blood dripping down along the broken pieces of the armor will gather into balls behind him Blood puddles. Through the shattered armor, one can see dense and deep scratches on his blue-gray body, and the swirling gray dead energy lingers around him, completely dressing him up as a bloody demon king who has experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood. .

Gently flipped over the body of a two-headed dragon, opened its mouth, pulled out his own head and put it on the neck again. Celti looked up again inexplicably at the empty void, and Soul Fire suddenly felt a bit depressed.

Time to move again!