The Rise of the Cemetery

All parties in Novus are still struggling under the great shadow of the legendary Lich.

It's a pity that they are biased, and they will never understand the huge crisis that Klein's plane is currently facing. They don't know that even if they give all they have, they won't be able to invite any big power to favor them.

The warning signal from the elves from afar has already sounded the countdown to Klein's plane. If world-class disasters such as the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg were not killed in the bud in time, once they completely invaded a resource-rich continent, the frantically multiplying Zerg warriors would sweep the entire Klein plane with overwhelming force.

However, the legendary mages of the Klein plane only know a little about the Ahn'Qiraj Zerg. I have heard of the opponent's terrifying name and record, but I don't know anything about the internal ruling structure and racial composition of the Zerg, so the action of sending troops to help the elves confront the Zerg has been delayed again and again.

And the legendary liches of the Undead Council are obviously also hurrying up to carry out their evil plans in Novis. According to the feedback from various places, at least three of the five legendary liches have infiltrated the territory of Novus, and a shocking change may happen at any time.

And the five million residents living in Novus have long been terrified by the gossip that changes three times a day, and any slight disturbance can trigger large-scale panic.

However, due to the geographic constraints of the Principality of Novus, even if the people wanted to flee, there was no way for them to escape. Except for a few outlets to the sea, the only connection with the outside world is Thunder Fortress. But now it is being blocked by millions of horrible corpses, and it has basically become a dead place.

As a result, wealthy merchants and nobles all gathered in those port cities, observing the situation in Novus with fear. As long as there is any trace of undead gathering in the territory, they will scramble to escape to the neighboring Thrane Kingdom by sea.

Even the rich are like this, and ordinary people are panicked to the extreme. They either flocked to the heavily guarded big cities, or got into the mountains and wild forests, and the entire territory of Novis was in chaos. Many villages in remote areas even fled, leaving only empty houses and mess everywhere.

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In a simple mountain village next to the foot of the Aveli Mountains.

It was clearly noon, but the village, which could accommodate about forty households, was dead silent at the moment. The thatched huts are crumbling here and there, except that the crooked window frames are still rattling in the cold wind, and there is no trace of the vitality that a human village should have.

The wooden gates of most of the houses are concealed or half-opened, and the fragmentary and small objects are discarded inside and outside the door, extending sparsely to the sheep intestines path outside the village, among which there are many bronze mirrors, animal skins, "Precious" items such as wooden hairpins. It can be seen from this that the panic and panic of the villagers who fled in a hurry even left these precious things halfway and did not dare to turn back to pick them up.

Against the bleak background where the cold wind blows through the thatched huts and rolls up the debris of vegetation on the roof, a mysterious black-robed traveler appears at the entrance of the village with a long figure. Behind him, two rattling black warriors and a terrifying corpse witch holding a bone scepter followed closely at every step.

Standing at the entrance of the village, the black robe raised his head slightly and silently scanned the deserted village. Under the shadow of the deep hood, two groups of green will-o'-the-wisps flickered, which would scare people half to death even if they encountered it in broad daylight.

The huge and pure spiritual ripples slowly swept across the village, but did not find any signs of living people. The black robe was shriveled and withered, only the jaws of the gums trembled slightly, and it could be vaguely seen that "he" seemed to be sneering.

Strolling into the messy and desolate abandoned mountain village, the black robe walked swaggeringly on the yellow mud path with his undead servants. When "he" walked to the center of the village, with a chuckle, a ready-to-hand bone spear shot from the hand of the black robe into a hut by the roadside.

Because of the black robe covering the body, "his" hands are gathered in the sleeves of the robe, and outsiders don't even know when he will grasp the bone powder needed to cast the bone spear technique in his hands.

The bone spear shot out, leaving only a hole the size of a bowl on the wall and disappeared.

Moments later, there was a shrill howl suddenly from the empty house, as if a ferocious beast was dying inside, knocking the simple thatched house trembling.

Finally, with a crisp click, a terrifying undead resembling a ghoul crashed through the board and fell in front of the black robe.

"Licker?" The green fire under the hood of the black robe flickered for a while: "It turns out that it is your large cemetery who ambushed here!"

After the head-to-head confrontation at the Blackwood Lake last time, the necromancers and liches of the Undead Council have a preliminary understanding of the Great Cemetery. This kind of mutant ghoul-like licker is the signature of the Great Cemetery Low-level arms.

No wonder there was no feedback from the life detection just now. They are also undead creatures, only if the life detection can respond to ghosts! If it weren't for the black robe's keen mental perception, he might have stepped into the opponent's ambush without knowing anything.

Now that the ambush has been revealed, there is no need to continue hiding.

Almost in an instant, this deserted village, which was deserted just now, became a bustling market crowded with "people". Everywhere in the thatched cottages, muffled crackling noises were heard one after another. Lickers, predators, iron zombies, and skeleton warriors emerged from the soft soil inside and outside the houses one after another, climbed up the roof beams, and killed the black people in an instant. Pao and his party surrounded the middle of the small village.

And behind many cemetery soldiers, three cemetery mercenaries of different shapes also shook off the overturned thatch, and blocked the way of the black robe with a sinister smile.

"It turns out that you scum of the cemetery are laying an ambush. I said why so many companions have lost contact during this period of time. Hmph, you scum of the undead, the disgrace of the undead, just wait to be crushed into bones by us." ..." The black robe's soul flame exploded, and the shocking spiritual words spread throughout the mountain village.

"Jie Jie Jie...don't expect your companions nearby to support you." The leading cemetery mercenary was a level 16 zombie lord, and couldn't help but sneered, "We know you have a large group of companions behind you. It's a pity , we are not just the three of us. The companions behind you will naturally be taken care of by others. You accept your fate today!"

Just as the two sides were confronting each other coldly, a resident bird suddenly flew into the forest far away from the small mountain village, and then there was a loud bang of spell explosion. Judging from the collapse of the trees, there was not one battlefield in the distance, but five simultaneous battles.

They are both undead creatures, but they are divided into two different camps. This also caused members of the Undead Council and the Great Cemetery to meet in the wild, and they often ended up dying endlessly.

Colleagues are enemies! This wise saying can be regarded as dissecting the real reason for the fighting between the two sides to the bone.

Now that you have met, let's start fighting!

Without unnecessary nonsense, the necromancer threw off the thick black burqa, revealing the simple and strange necromancer robe inside, and pulled out the bone staff to open the unique soul space of the necromancer.

Because the other party has been suppressing his magic power fluctuations, the three mercenaries on the side of the necromancer have never figured out the true level of the necromancer. When the opponent opened the undead space openly this time, and released rows of undead legions from it, the three cemetery mercenaries were shocked to find that the opponent turned out to be an undead master with a rank as high as 18. .

Damn, I caught a big fish.

But this fish is too big, and it has obviously become the level of a man-eating crocodile.

The three cemetery mercenaries brought only less than 300 elite lickers to hunt down the necromancer this time. This is obviously the rhythm of capsizing!

He waved his hand and commanded many lickers to pounce on them frantically, fighting with the necromancer's army of undead creatures without fear of death. The leading zombie lord took out a magic wand of communication and roared wildly.

"Call Fatty, call Fatty...the situation here is urgent, the necromancer in the fishing net is a level 18 monster...ask for combat support, ask for combat support..."

A moment later, a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came out of the magic wand of communication.

"Fat Master received it, Fat Master received it... Please be sure to hold on for a quarter of an hour... Fat Master will be here soon!"

After receiving the reply from the distance, the zombie lord became calm in an instant, turned around and grinned at the two companions behind him and said, "You heard it too, Mr. Fatty will be here soon, we only need to hold on for a quarter of an hour. Then let's go crazy today Take it!"

"Come on..."

"Kill..."

With crazy roars, the three cemetery mercenaries brandished fluorescent magic weapons and rushed into the bloody battlefield, overturning a large group of undead in a short time.

The bravery of the mercenaries in the cemetery obviously also aroused the anger of the necromancer. He directed the close-fitting black warrior and Lich to concentrate all attacks on the three mercenaries.

However, what surprised him was that the leaders of these three cemetery races, which were obviously low in race level, all had a full set of magic equipment and inexhaustible magic scrolls. These three guys are all "magic blind" who rely on their bodies for food, but they all rely on scrolls and wands to apply a lot of magic protection to themselves. From the lowest-level magic shield to the relatively high-level elemental barriers, none of them were missed, and none was missing. He was more like a spellcaster than the Necromancer on the opposite side.

However, a level 18 necromancer is not something they can contend against with a level 16 zombie lord, a level 14 horrible corpse, and a level 13 ghost warrior. In almost a quarter of an hour, the necromancer commanded his men to encircle and suppress the group of elite lickers brought by the cemetery mercenaries.

But the cemetery elite is not so easy to destroy.

In order to encircle and suppress this group of lickers with a number of 300, the undead army that the necromancers worked hard to collect and brew for a hundred years also suffered a lot of casualties, and even the size of a large group could not be pieced together.