The Rise of the Cemetery

The entire valley camp has become a mess.

There were fighting everywhere, and screaming everywhere.

The crisp sound of the sword colliding, the gorgeous vision after the spell is activated, and the miserable battlefield of the broken soldiers and swords, all together outline a tragic scene of hell on earth.

There are still quite a few of the 23 blood mages brought by the blood demon, and they are chasing and killing the fleeing human warriors in thousands of valleys. After half an hour of bloody battle, the commander of this army realized the irreparable strength gap between the two sides, so he issued a retreat order in time.

It's a pity that their plan at the beginning was too good, and the battlefield they chose was too narrow, which was suitable for both them to catch a turtle in their urn, and also suitable for being caught by others.

Once the narrow valley entrance is blocked by the blood mage, the frightened human warriors can only climb and flee towards the steep mountain wall like headless chickens. Such a rugged and steep terrain, even if there is no heavy snow, it is extremely difficult to climb, not to mention that the mountain is still covered by heavy snow, and it is slippery everywhere.

The human fighters were bruised and swollen from the fall, and they couldn't climb the nearly 70-degree steep mountain wall. Instead, they gathered at the foot of the mountain in vain. You stepped on me, and I pulled you to do useless work. If it wasn't for the sword that had been discarded halfway, I'm afraid they would have been fighting themselves into a mess at this moment.

At this moment, the only one still somewhat organized is Viscount Gammel's personal guard. More than 20 family guard knights formed a solid line of defense, and fled to the depths of the valley without fighting. And the ones chasing them were Hera and three of his subordinates, who had just been transferred to blood warlocks.

On the vast snowy ground, Jia Mai and his party lost their helmets and armor, and ran away in a panic, with panic expressions on their faces. Corresponding to them are the four Hera who are closely chasing behind them. The robes in their fine clothes rustled in the cold wind, but the few of them seemed to be strolling through the flowers in a serene manner, enjoying the blissful life of beauties drinking wine.

The master and the leader have issued a strict order that no one will be left alive, and none of these guys in front of them can be left behind. But before enjoying this gluttonous feast, a wonderful atmosphere is also essential. Legend has it that the noble and elegant demon count who lives on the blood of living people likes to regard the screams of living people as the beautiful music played on the table when enjoying a delicious meal. Since this kind of rumor is so loud, there must be some reason for it. Hera has long wanted to find a chance to try it.

"At this time, there is a viscount serving as an appetizer, which should add a lot of color!" Hera thought foolishly.

...

The large tent in the center of the camp was riddled with holes from the serial explosion spells. The two exhausted high-ranking mages were less than 20 meters apart, panting and staring at each other with hatred.

The few minutes just now were the smoothest and quickest spellcasting moments in their lives. One by one, middle and low-level spells flowed from their hands, or turned the opponent's defense into fireflies, or forced the opponent to give up the imminent formation with fierce attacks. Powerful spells are used for mobile transfer.

At the extreme moment when their lives were threatened, they all inspired the toughness and ferocity hidden deep in their bones, walking like a battle mage in the firelight, shuttle in the lightning, and freely sway everything they have mastered and owned. There has never been a moment when their spirits can be so focused and calm at this moment, and there has never been a moment when they have the confidence and boldness to put everything under control.

They don't pay much attention to the fireball flying past their faces, even if the wind of flames on the fireball has scorched their cheeks, their eyes are only on the opponent who is still muttering and casting spells not far away.

Every level of incantation and every gesture of the opponent's dancing and gesticulations are perceived in every detail. The ice-like and calm brains were spinning rapidly, either spell hedging, or casting countermeasures, thinking gave way to instinct, and the spellcasting skills honed for decades completely exploded at this moment, allowing them to escape each other's attacks again and again.

The injuries were piling up, but the two mages who fought to the extreme were still howling and roaring excitedly. The physical pain can no longer affect their senses, and their overly excited spirit makes them rarely enter the "spell-casting concentration" state that spellcasters dream of.

If they can survive this battle, it has to be said that they all have an opportunity to go further in the short term. It's a pity that fate is so cruel! Their hard work and hard work have become the last moment of brilliance in the deflagration of fireworks. When everything is a foregone conclusion, death will follow!

With a muffled "click", a shriveled and shriveled corpse fell in front of the two of them, and then the blood demon with a scarlet cloak fluttering down from the air without a trace of fireworks.

The arrival of the Gorefiend completely awakened the two high-ranking mages who had already played real fire.

Stopping the spells they were preparing, the two high-ranking mages looked around. The camp that was full of people and strong soldiers half a day ago has now become a bloody slaughterhouse. The corpses lying upside down, the mottled black scorched ground, and the charred black wooden piles that linger in the smoke make the scene extremely bleak and shocking.

But what chilled the two of them the most was the mummy that rolled down between them.

The gorgeous and exquisite mage robes, the mage's long staff rolled out of his hands, and the old face that was so pale that there was no trace of human color, this... isn't this the master Sekar they rely on as their pillar?

Even the masters fail?

Once the belief that supported them in the end collapsed, their already scarred bodies could no longer stand upright.

Sassovar's feet were weak, and he knelt on the ground, looking around in a daze, murmuring something to himself. Seer was obviously not much better than him, his barely standing body slowly began to bend, and the pain gathered from all over his body knocked him down instantly, making his aching lips turn pale and trembling like a pile driver.

for what?

Isn't it just a simple "hunting"?

With Master Sekar facing the mysterious young mage, the rest of the task is as easy as a "hunting" show of human nobles. How could it unknowingly become what it looks like in front of you?

Seeing the ferocious monster walking towards him step by step, the strong stimulation of facing death instantly broke the defenses of the two of them, making the two extremely noble high-ranking mages cry and shout in unison.

"Why are you crying? Didn't you two have a very happy fight just now? Why did you shrink your eggs after a while?" The blood demon sneered sinisterly. Having just had a full meal, the lazy Gorefiend is not very interested in the two blood eaters in front of him for the time being.

But such an excellent blood food can't just be wasted.

With a whistle, two blood warlocks quietly appeared behind the high-ranking mage, punching them unconscious.

"Bring them back to Blood Castle and turn them into blood cows. From now on, I will be able to drink the freshest high-quality blood every day." The order of the blood demon made the two blood warlocks grin grimly, revealing their fangs and their mouths. Unwiped blood stains.

Although the Blood Demon opened a special career lineage after becoming a blood mage, but those previous blood mages still need a drop of blood from the Blood Demon as an introduction if they want to successfully change jobs. Therefore, so far, there are not many blood mages who can directly change jobs, and all those who have successfully changed jobs have joined the personal guard formed by the blood demon.

Thanks to the gift of Li Xun, the master of the cemetery, the vampire family has obtained a shelter where they can settle down. At present, in the newly emerging cemetery city Solmari, a large-scale blood castle is under intense construction. It will stand forever in the hearts of all vampires as the holy land of the entire vampire.

It will be the most important place for all blood races to advance and change jobs, and it will also be a place for all high-level blood races to gather and feast. For this reason, the Gorefiend had to search for high-quality blood food and make it into a blood cow for the increasingly large blood clan to share.

Although the high-quality devil's blood in the abyss world is not bad, compared with the human mages on the main plane, it still looks a bit filthy. Hearing that the master had mentioned a while ago that some unmutated high elves remained on a certain hidden continent in the Klein Continent, this made the Blood Demon salivate even more.

High elves?

That is the original blood whose blood origin is more pure than that of human beings, so it must taste more "tasteful"!

Time has progressed to this moment, and the battle has lost its meaning.

Once a few mages with extraordinary powers are taken down, the remaining ordinary human warriors will be mobile blood banks one by one in front of a group of weird blood races. Without weapons enchanted with extraordinary power, coupled with perfect tactics and professional matching, it would be very difficult for an ordinary human army to siege a blood warlock, let alone face a group of blood warlock hunting teams led by high-level blood clans.

An hour later, this remote valley once again returned to tranquility, but the original white and pure world in the snow has become a slaughterhouse for Shura.

In order to avoid being unearthed by interested people here, something unfavorable to the master, the entire battlefield was thoroughly cleaned.

The corpses of all the war dead were changed into undead creatures by Li Xun's large-scale summoning of skeletons, and then drove them to the depths of the jungle, as long as they were not eliminated, they would keep going. In this way, it must not take long, and they can be wiped out without a trace with the help of wild beasts, raptors or monsters in the Feralas mountain area.

As for the souls of the war dead, all of them were collected. This cuts off the way for some interested people to know the specific battle process.

After all this was done, a soaring fire ignited in the valley. The turbulent magic flame quickly melted the snow, burned all the traces inside, and covered everything in the unknown fog.

After this battle, the desperate Jack Underwood seemed a little depressed.

The short adventure he just experienced made him meet the first group of "friends" and "companions" that he could speak of in his life, but his bones were devoured because of an inexplicable conspiracy. After taking back his own guardian, the dirty dark stone, and stroking the blood stains left on it, a desire and impulse to become stronger suddenly sprouted in his heart.

He wants to become stronger! He also wanted to lash out at Fang Qiu like his teacher, and wipe out his enemies in ashes with a single flip of his hand, so that those bright and dark enemies would no longer dare to hit him with their thoughts.

"I want to become stronger!" Jack Underwood clenched his fists.