The Rise of the Cemetery

wizarding world.

In the dark jungle, beside the gurgling stream, a cluster of bonfires were burning flickeringly.

At the middle of the month, this should be the most lively and noisy moment in the jungle, but now everything is silent, and all the jungle creatures have disappeared without a trace.

The entire forest was eerily silent.

What is especially paradoxical is that not only are there no large birds and beasts infesting, even the chirping of insects and birds unique to the jungle can't be heard, as if the whole jungle has suddenly fallen into a deep sleep.

Beside the bonfire, a short figure was wrapped in a thick black cloth cloak, hunched over, staring at the dancing flames in a daze. Only when the damp firewood in the bonfire exploded suddenly, would he wake up and move his body and look around.

For some reason, a cold and treacherous atmosphere lingered in this shabby and shabby campsite, and the cold murderous intent permeated the entire jungle.

Murder is everywhere.

Suddenly, a low whisper in the camp broke the dead silence.

"...17...18...21..." The short figure kept muttering to himself, as if counting the number. As the number in his mouth continued to increase, the bright green pupils under his deep hood shone even brighter.

"57!"

The numbers finally settled.

At this moment, the lizard's long face under the shadow of the hood finally showed a sinister smile, and the strange sneer echoed in the silent jungle.

A total of 57 wizards were attracted here.

This number sounds quite a lot, but among them there are only 5 great wizards who can really threaten them, and none of the holy or legendary wizards.

"Master Heiguang, I really want to thank you for your hospitality these few days. I have nothing to repay, so I will repay you with today's feast of blood!" Karthus spoke to the bonfire with his characteristic thin voice Muttering to himself, without waiting for a response, he turned around and sank into the darkness around the camp.

When the figure of Karthus disappeared completely, there was a soft bang, and the bonfire suddenly exploded, and the flames suddenly rose to a height of more than 3 meters. In the depths of the bright and transparent flames, a blurred figure made of strange black flames could be vaguely seen, silently staring at the direction where Karthus disappeared.

The detonated bonfire only existed for 3 seconds before it was completely burned out. When the light of the fire dimmed, the entire camp was plunged into boundless darkness.

Three teams of 57 wizards are gathering from different directions, searching and surveying the jungle.

Although Farina managed to conceal the existence of the souls of the cemetery team, the location before they disappeared was always under the control of the other party. Therefore, a large-scale search is inevitable. Whether it's fishing for the bait or trying to scare the snake, the enemy seems to be determined to force them out of here.

Although the black light black wizard never showed up, he was of great help to the cemetery team. If he hadn't used his tricks to hold back the two legendary wizards who came from the outside, I'm afraid it would have given Farina ten courages, and she would not dare to set up an ambush to attack those hateful white wizards.

The short figure leaped quickly through the jungle where he couldn't see his fingers, and the branches and leaves stretching horizontally hit him, but he had no choice but to collapse his body. Then, with the crisp sound of branches snapping, Karthus pointed at a group of white wizards 10 miles away like a tiger descending from the mountain.

In the jungle, a team of 19 wizards is moving forward quickly.

The whole team is loose but not scattered, maintaining the best fighting distance. Every sorcerer in it is a domineering person with a calm expression and a sturdy figure. As the origin of sorcerers, among the wizards in the wizarding world, there are not a few wizards who are dominated by powerful bodies and superb martial arts. For them, witchcraft is just an aid, and what can really determine life and death is the body and witchcraft honed to the extreme.

The jungle is silent and the jungle is alive.

When the tyrannical spiritual power of the wizard team swept across the surrounding jungle continuously, all the big and small animals with keen sense of danger, even monsters couldn't help but retreat. Only those monsters without long eyes whose lairs were nearby were still a little attached to them, flickering around the wizarding team, letting out low-pitched roars from time to time.

"Hmph!" The arrogant behavior of these lifeless monsters finally aroused the anger of the leading wizard, and a mental vibration imbued with strong extraordinary power spread to the surrounding area with a cold snort.

As soon as this spiritual force came into contact with several malicious spiritual nodes around it, it suddenly burst out with a terrifying killing intent belonging to a great wizard. In an instant, two of the three nodes suddenly dimmed, and only one of them fled away without looking back.

"It's very close to the enemy's activity area, everyone cheer me up!" Although every member of the team was cautious enough, the great wizard who led the team couldn't help but remind him again. They have also heard about the encounters of the previous teams. If the enemies in the pursuit are as cruel as the legends say, even the great wizard may not be able to protect himself under the desperate counterattack.

In the middle of the line, an old and ugly witch was silently investigating something with a strange green fire in her hand. Suddenly, her shrill, hoarse voice resounded in the jungle.

"Be careful, there is something approaching in the west-northeast direction...the speed is very fast...be careful!"

Hearing this, the entire wizarding team instantly became imposing.

For a moment, in the dim jungle, witchcraft glows of different colors lit up in an orderly manner. All wizards are ready to hold their special witchcraft in their hands and wait silently for the approach of unknown creatures.

A few body-refinement wizards who mainly focus on melee attacks leap forward, quickly adjust to the position indicated by the witch, and draw out their handy witches in a hurry, concentrating on their guard.

Unknown creatures are still approaching at high speed...

But the wizards who were waiting intently in the field smelled a trace of blood inexplicably.

Blood?

The great wizard who led the team suddenly turned around.

At the tail of their team, a sorcerer guarding there alone put his hand on his neck and opened his mouth to shout something. From the neck where he pressed his fingers, a fountain of blood spurted out, and a lot of blood foam was gushing out from his wide-open mouth and nose, making his yelling into a meaningless "ho Ho" screamed.

Not only did the two wizards closest to the injured wizard not rush forward to help, but they took two steps back, closing the distance with their teammates. Their terrified eyes quickly scanned all the dark places around them, and the witchcraft in their hands was even more radiant, ready to be triggered at any time.

Wizards are not ordinary people. Almost every mature wizard has his own set of life-saving methods. It is difficult to kill them with ordinary throat-wiping attacks. But the wizard in front of him seemed to have suddenly turned into an ordinary person. He didn't even think about saving himself from such an extremely simple attack. Instead, he pressed the wound with one hand in horror and stretched out his trembling hand to his teammates for help.

He staggered and staggered with difficult steps, and before he had taken three steps, the power of darkness suddenly exploded, and his neck exploded in the middle. Under the impact of the strong blood pressure, the head of Dou Da rolled up, aroused more than ten meters high, and landed in front of the feet of the leading wizard.

There was a moment when the great wizard instinctively wanted to retreat and dodge, but his eyes touched many panicked subordinate wizards around him, but he forcibly held back.

"Form an array to protect yourself, send a message to several nearby teams to join us. The Queen of Shadows is here with us!" The great wizard ordered loudly, and the thick, twisted wooden staff in his hand fell on the ground and quickly activated A 10-meter-long Zulaman python began to swim around the vicinity.

As soon as the Shadow Queen's words came to their ears, everyone in the arena shuddered at the same time, panicked and entrenched themselves around the great wizard. All of a sudden, the summoned escaping beasts, berserk giant baboons, dire wolves, electric lizards, tentacle magic vines, creeping monsters... instantly covered the outer edge of the wizard queue.

But at this moment, the ugly old witch in the middle of the queue suddenly screamed: "It's coming...it..."

In fact, there was no need for the old witch to remind me loudly, the thunderous sound of horseshoes in the distant jungle had already rolled in, shaking the minds of everyone present, and the technique held in their hands was a little unstable.

First, a strange purple fire burning in mid-air suddenly appeared in the distance. When the sound of horseshoes approached, all the wizards were shocked to find that the rolling purple fire was just an undead black horse that stepped into the air and burned. Will-o'-the-wisps. Immediately, a mysterious knight with black helmet and black armor sat on it. The strange thing is that he has no head. No, it cannot be said that he has no head. His head is hanging on the side of the horse and staring at everyone.

"It's the Headless Horseman!" A wizard who was well informed couldn't help exclaiming.

As far as they knew, the Headless Horseman was one of the earlier invading undead that had been sieged. In order to encircle and suppress it, a legendary body-refining wizard was even invited to do it himself. It's a pity that the strange survival ability of the undead is shocking. This guy escaped with only one head left. Now that it appeared in front of everyone again, needless to say, its missing body must have been repaired.

This is also the most difficult place for undead creatures.

Except for the soul fire, there are almost no other fatal points. The body it occupies is at best a temporary shell for it to live in, and changing it is as easy as changing clothes for a human being.

For such a guy, if you can't beat him out of his wits on the spot, just let him escape for a while, then it won't be long before he will make a comeback again and show off his might in front of you.

As an alternative among the undead knights, Celti belongs to the most difficult one.

The body at this time was occupied and transformed by a body-refining wizard. Although he was able to command it freely, his body was far inferior to the broken body in terms of firmness and flexibility, and his affinity for the breath of death The speed is even worse. But now that the war is imminent, he has no time to complain and be picky, so he can only make do with it. As for the dark horse of the undead, it is an accompanying undead that is compatible with his soul fire. Even if he is killed, as long as Celti's soul fire is not extinguished, he can be summoned from the plane of bones again after a while.

Once again riding the undead black horse galloping across the treetops of the vast jungle, leaving behind a series of long-lasting light fireflies in the sky, Celti swooped down against the cold wind, and the tattered and old dark cloak behind him was like a big banner Flying in the wind.