The Rise of the Cemetery

The wizards of the wizarding world are still ignorant after all.

Due to the preciousness and difficulty of passing on knowledge, necromancers above the Grand Wizard level have never appeared in the wizarding world, so they have never seen the terrifying sea of ​​undead known throughout the multiverse.

Even if they exhausted the limit of their imagination, I am afraid they can't imagine a single undead creature with ordinary combat power. Once the hoarded quantity exceeds a certain threshold, the overwhelming and unstoppable terrifying power will leave such a deep impression in their hearts. An indelible horror memory!

Since the undead who were "trapped" in the valley of death were not expected to launch a counterattack, the camp was only surrounded by simple wooden stakes, and the height was only 2 meters. Such a "line of defense" is useless to the lickers who travel across the mountains like walking on the ground.

Therefore, there was no delay, and the numerous lickers just jumped lightly, and their sharp claws rushed into the camp with a little leverage on the camp fence.

For a moment, the white leaping figure filled his field of vision, and a horrible stench filled his nostrils. As soon as a single human fighter was in formation, he was thrown to the ground by a strong, powerful and terrifying figure. The sharp claws and claws just tore a little, and the human warrior's body was pulled out with deep blood holes. The lickers bite down viciously, and can bite off their necks in one bite.

The one-and-a-half-meter-long terrifying bullet tongue is shot at close range, comparable to the most powerful military crossbow. Wherever it hits the body, a huge penetrating wound will appear there.

There are at least a thousand mortal fighters stationed in the outpost camp at the moment. If they can be equipped with the most sophisticated armor and weapons, form a shield wall, form a long spear array, and then rely on traps and trenches to resist horses, they may be able to hold off against the lickers who are rolling in for a while.

Unfortunately, they have none of these things!

Due to the crude smelting and forging and the insufficient development of metal deposits, these ordinary soldiers are basically only equipped with simple leather armor and small wooden round shields. Only those elite troops can wear a full set of metal armor. Therefore, when faced with the swift and free-bouncing lickers, their eyes are often blurred, and the sword in their hands is thrown to the ground before they are handed out.

For a time, the whole camp was full of licker figures criss-crossing and criss-crossing, and there were desperate and miserable howls of human warriors everywhere. Even if some clever fighters formed a small defensive circle back to back, they couldn't withstand the tidal impact of the lickers. Many lickers even stepped on the bodies of their companions and jumped directly into the battle circle, attacking their backs frantically.

During all the fighting process, the licker did not avoid the sword in the opponent's hand at all. As an undead creature, as long as the entire brain is not destroyed by the opponent's blow, the licker will never stop killing.

At the rearmost position of the camp, the tents propped up are particularly exquisite and gorgeous. It is a place where many wizards rest and recover their energy, so the resistance there is also extremely tenacious and fierce.

A series of explosive fireballs exploded along the path of the lickers, and the huge flames directly involved more than 30 lickers, burning them into coke. But this couldn't stop the madness of the lickers. Nearly a hundred lickers rushed into the flames without hesitation, suppressing the raging flames with their bodies.

Follow-up lickers stomp on their bodies and move on.

The cold wind blew, bringing the extreme cold and ice fragments like knives and swords. The dozen or so lickers who rushed to the front were instantly twisted into bloody froth, frozen in transparent ice crystals as thick as three fingers. As the ice crystals exploded, the extreme cold surged wantonly in the field, and any creature involved in it would condense into exquisite ice sculptures between the fingers.

The fragile soul fire was extinguished silently in the severe cold.

Before the cold snap subsided, crackling lightning storms ruled the audience again.

The violent and raging lightning energy is like a terrifying silver snake. It uses its infinitely winding and stretching body to form a large lightning net that is not leaking. It embraces a large group of lickers middle.

"Zizizi..."

With the sound of strong electric current burning the flesh, accompanied by the extremely thick and burnt smell, the lightning storm created a Shura hell on the battlefield, and any creature that strayed into it would be turned into a strange-looking scorched corpse in the shortest time. The tragic death and the strange shape ensure that no one can think of their previous appearance from the charred corpses.

In addition to these common elemental witchcrafts, some remote witchcrafts also appeared in the arena. The appearance of every witchcraft is usually accompanied by the death of a dozen or dozens of lickers.

Sour swamp, acid rain, bursting flames, lava fireballs, spiky jungles, piranhas, strangling vines, force field mazes, death screams, ice guns shooting, tornado storms...

The talents collected by the Wizarding Association are indeed very comprehensive. A large group of middle and high-level wizards, under the cover of wizard guards, crazily cast spells on the wave of white undead. And the great wizards are so earth-shattering in every gesture, every spell brings a large number of lickers to death.

And those body-refining wizards rushed out one after another, transformed into various strange existences, and rushed directly into the place where the lickers were most densely populated.

Some of them have a wolf-headed human body, with black hair as thick as a full-steel armor. The claws are a full three feet long, and the sharp and sharp nails are not stingy with +2 enchanted weapons. With just a swipe and a twist, a licker can be cut into scattered pieces of meat in the air.

Some parts of their bodies turned into weird vine forms, and more than a dozen vine-like fleshy tentacles danced wildly. Any lickers caught by them would be instantly strangled to death.

What's more, some body refining wizards have absorbed thick earth elements around their bodies, turning themselves into tall and mighty stone giants. Such a terrifying guy casually walked around in the licker team, and the number of casualties of the lickers soared crazily like rolling.

But the most eye-catching one is a holy rank body refining wizard. He didn't need any external objects at all, he just relied on his own body to cause endless damage to the lickers. Every punch and every kick of his looks ordinary, and he can't perceive elemental fluctuations, but the wind pressure formed by the majestic divine power throws transparent air bullets into the white waves wantonly.

After the dull bang of "dong dong dong", palm marks and fist marks with clear lines and veins will appear on the ground. And among these huge remains with distinct joints, filled with the remains of countless lickers who were squeezed into minced meat sauce.

The lickers are attacking fiercely, and dying tragically at the same time.

It only took 2 quarters of an hour, the raging white wave swallowed up all the human warriors, and forced the wizards to a narrow corner behind the camp, barely supporting the last line of defense there.

The wizards are using their unique skills to slaughter the lickers at a crazy speed. But locally, the inexhaustible licker finally broke through the barrier of violent witchcraft, jumped over the few remaining wizard guards, and rushed in front of some wizards.

The loud explosion of violent witchcraft, the sizzling sound of roasting and burning flesh, the explosion of lightning and silver snake piercing through the air, the desperate cry of human beings when they are about to die...

The entire battlefield is like a pot of boiling muddy water, everywhere is tumbling and transpiring, and everywhere is ups and downs. Flesh and blood become worthless here, and life is so cheap that people can be dismissive.

At this moment, the usually delicate and expensive wizard master is like a rude mercenary licking blood, panting heavily, his body is covered with filthy blood and flesh, still struggling to squeeze more out of his increasingly empty body. How magical.

At this critical moment of life and death, if one hesitates or is in a trance, once the witch power is exhausted, countless pale figures rush forward in an instant. Claws scratching the mouth and tearing, flicking the tongue and hitting the body, it hardly takes a few fingers, and the witchcraft protection outside the body will be broken by massive attacks.

So in the next moment, no matter how precious and talented the wizard was, he could only howl like the previous human warriors, and was drowned in the terrifying white ocean by the swarming lickers.

The more they fought, the more frightened they became, and the more they fought, the more fearful they became. Once the thought that they would never be able to kill these white monsters rose in their hearts, the wizards' fighting spirit would drop sharply, and there would be subtle lags and gaps in the continuous wave of witchcraft. Those great wizard-level guys may not be afraid of resisting the impact of creatures like this, but once the mid-level and high-level wizards exhaust their witch power, the tragic death of their companions just now is likely to be a reflection of them.

Therefore, the "smart" wizards began to consciously reserve enough witch power for themselves to protect themselves.

However, when two evenly matched powerhouses are facing each other, every ounce of strength is still too little to use, so how can they give them room to steal and play tricks. They stayed a little longer, and the reaction on the battlefield was that the white wave rushed forward for nearly ten meters crazily.

In normal times, what is the distance of ten meters? But on today's battlefield, it meant that the remaining thirty wizard guards and seven or eight wizards standing in front were involved in the siege of the lickers.

37 fingers, only 37 fingers, these guys who were involved in the white wave were torn to pieces. Even wizards with witchcraft bodyguards have difficulty escaping.

A high-ranking wizard with a ring of 7 crazily exploded the ice-type particles surrounding him, smashing the dozen or so lickers around him into pieces. Then he hurriedly stepped on the broomstick to escape, but unfortunately, before he was fully lifted into the air, the swarming lickers jumped up and hung all over his body in a blink of an eye.

A rapidly piled pile of flesh was crazily hung on his body, causing him to rise to a height of more than 7 meters, but he was still staggering and unable to get out. In the end, under the pull and impact of the lickers who kept rushing along the pile of meat, the high-ranking wizard fell back to the ground with a mournful and desperate wail.

Soon, his body was overwhelmed by the frenzied lickers!