The Rise of the Cemetery

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Originally, Skeleton King had made up his mind to use "fine gold".

Fine gold, a super metal, is not only extremely hard, but also possesses ample affinity for magic. As an associated mine, it is only occasionally mined deep underground. However, as the overlord of the underground world, every drow city will try its best to search for this super metal with strategic value. Therefore, there is fine gold for sale in the necropolis market after slaughtering a drow city.

But when the Skeleton King was looking for a large amount of fine gold all over the world, he accidentally came across a piece of Saronite, an evil metal from the Abyss plane. Magic items made of this metal are immune to normal physical and magical damage, and absorb magical energy and convert it into the foul and evil power of the abyss.

That is to say, anyone who possesses a magic item made by Saronite will shift their alignment after using it for a period of time, and eventually fall into the embrace of the abyss.

This kind of evil effect is of course a gut-piercing poison for the creatures on the main plane, but it is the magic iron that the Skeleton King, who is originally an undead creature, dreams of. If you can smelt Saronite into the giant Bone Beheading Sword, you can not only get the special effect of "indestructible", but also make your own strength continue to grow imperceptibly.

In every respect, Saronite is the most suitable top-level alchemy material for him.

But unfortunately, with the size of a giant white bone beheading sword, the amount of evil iron it needs is at least three to five catties. But in the abyss world, Saronite has always been hard to come by. It does not have a fixed production location, and is usually only found at the bottom of some abysses, and then scattered and resold to the upper abyss by those yugoloth demons or old hags.

It is precisely because of the difficulty of acquiring evil iron that Skeleton King has been feeling a little depressed recently. However, following the massacre just now, after he revived his body, he finally vented the depression in his chest.

Maybe it was because the killing was too brutal just now, when he drew the beheading sword backwards and retreated, the whole turbulent group of corpses stopped for a moment. For a while, no undead dared to rush forward to stroke the Skeleton King's might.

The low-level undead felt the unique power of the Skeleton King's undead lord, and would rather squeeze into lumps in the distance than dare to take a step closer. The high-level undead are cunning and cunning, and they are unwilling to die in the hands of the legendary undead in vain. So, you pushed and squeezed each other, which made the whole corpse stuck at the entrance of the magic tower hesitate.

It wasn't until the Skeleton King withdrew and the Necromancer Sword Squad arrived that the tide of corpses returned to normal.

It's a pity that the tiger is gone, but the pack of wolves is here.

The sixth-level necromancers in the cemetery and their advanced body death clones are simply big killers for harvesting middle and low-level creatures. They floated in the air, rushed straight into the dense tide of corpses, and swung the death scythe, which was taller and mightier than him, involuntarily.

In addition to powerful physical damage, the Death Sickle also comes with a "damage touch" that ignores defense. Therefore, even if the undead's soul fire didn't really hurt, and only made a small insignificant slit on the opponent's body, under the effect of "harmful touch", the undead's soul fire would also be extinguished and disappear in smoke.

So from a distance, one by one, the dead spirits and the god of death clones are surrounded by the tide of corpses. Every time the huge death scythe is swung around, there will be white lights on the surrounding ghosts, and then they will fall to the ground silently .

After the necromancer team initially stabilized the situation in the magic hall on the first floor, Lich, Bone Mage, Blood Mage, and Dracolich stepped out of the teleportation room one after another, and began to take over the magic facilities and control of the magic tower. hub. There are also foreign mercenaries such as Succubus, Berserker, Blood Lion, and Flo.

Although they had been notified in advance by the legendary Star Mage, those association mages who stuck to their posts were still extremely nervous.

It was the hateful and evil undead that besieged them frantically outside, and those who were ordered to take over their work were also ugly and hideous undead. So, the mages of the association blessed themselves with all the protections, held their wands in one hand, and collected the magic scrolls in the other, and watched with trepidation as the Lichs swarmed in and began to take over the work they had just done.

In the control hall of the magic tower, the mages who had been working here crowded together, occupying a corner of the hall, silently watching the various undead entering.

Although they can recognize most of the undead, there are always some new "breeds" with strange shapes that amaze them. Obviously, their bodies are just dead bones without a trace of flesh and blood, but driven by the weird magic power, they can walk, run, talk and... cast spells like humans.

Watching "dead bones" occupy the magic nodes of the control hall under their noses, and then quickly move the bone hand to summon mysterious and mysterious magic runes one after another, and manage the control circle in an orderly manner In the preface, all association mages have a wrong feeling of "either the world is crazy or I am crazy".

It's not that they haven't dealt with undead spellcasters, but most of them are in the battlefield where time is racing against time and in the magic books full of pictures and texts. How can they calmly watch them "cast spells" from a distance of more than ten steps like now.

Yes, they are indeed casting spells, and they are casting spells with precision and concentration! Many low-level association mages were a little blushing, because they found that most of the Lich's casting speed and accuracy were even higher than their own. This made them even more suspicious of life.

The legendary Star Mage only sent a message asking them to hand over the control of the magic tower to the comer, but did not mention where his party was going. Therefore, most of the association mages could only silently focus their attention on the leader of the master.

Anthony, the 17th-level senior teacher, swallowed hard.

As the leader, he felt that it was necessary for him to negotiate with this group of undead. But he was worried again, did the group of undead in front of him master such an advanced conversation skill as "negotiation"?

Just when he was worrying about gains and losses, a pungent sulfur smell and the peculiar stench of demonic creatures diffused. With the creaking sound of the floor being stepped on, three demons of different shapes walked into the control hall.

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became tense again.

Why are there not only undead, but also these demonic creatures from the lower realm?

The association mages couldn't help raising their vigilance one after another, and the wand scroll in their hands became tighter and tighter.

"Hey...the abyss is down, I didn't expect that there are a group of bastards from the main plane here, Lauris, you go and let them all get out of here, otherwise..." The leader is a big demon with a level of 18, hideous Xiongba's body is very oppressive, and his speech also shows this.

The one assigned by the great demon was naturally the most petite and charming level 16 succubus, while the other flo, who was thin and dry like an ape, let out a piercing grin.

Although the succubus named Lauris is the smallest, she is nearly 2 meters tall. However, when she accepted the assignment from the superior demon and came before the mages of the association with her smooth, white and slightly purple-spotted waist shaking, her height had been inadvertently adjusted to be almost the same as that of a normal human woman.

The white skin is as smooth as fat, but there are tiny purple spots on the upper arms; the bright red lips are like burning fire, which will melt all restraint and restlessness; the slender nose and red eyes make them look like Petite and cute, it evokes feelings of protection and pity; however, the huge dark red bat wings on the back of the succubi and a flexible hooked tail covered with cuticles always remind them of their identities, but at the same time they use taboo and dangerous stimulation, Slowly show off to others step by step.

But all of this can't compare to the plump double balls on the chest covered under the blue-black fine scales and the swaying buttocks behind her. That heaviness, that trembling, almost the tremors and waves brought by every step makes the adult male burn with fire and get drunk.

Moreover, the natural charm of the succubus does not distinguish between men and women. Even a few female mages in the mage association began to blush and twitch as she approached step by step.

With a crisp "click", a middle-ranking male mage lost his grip, and the wand fell to the ground, rolling towards the succubus Lauris.

Lauris smiled lightly, stepped on the rolling wand lightly with her soft hooves, and threw a seductive wink at her.

"What's the matter, handsome boy? Is it okay to give him a gift as soon as we meet?"

The male mage immediately blushed, and said Nuo Nuo could not speak. For a while, neither is it, nor is it not.

"Huh!" Anthony, the elder brother, slammed the staff in his hand angrily, "Witch, what are you trying to do?"

With the agitation of the master's emotions, the goose-egg-sized flame gem at the top of the mage's staff suddenly rose into a magical flame, and the master himself became more majestic and domineering.

"Oh... don't scare people like this! People will be scared..."

Lauris hugged her arms lightly, her face full of timidity and fear, which was extremely pitiful. For some reason, the mages of the association present all frowned at the master in silence, feeling that he had gone too far.

How could you be so rude to a beautiful woman.

Of course, this was just a subconscious move on their part. Even they themselves didn't realize that they had already expressed their dissatisfaction so clearly to a master. If it wasn't for the fact that the past power of the old master was still there, I am afraid that someone at the scene would have publicly accused him of his failure.

Master Dagu let out an angry cold snort again, and paused the mage's long staff in his hand again. With a burst of elemental shocks, a dense halo of flames began to linger around all the mages of the association.

A few high-level mages woke up first, and then realized what was wrong with them just now. They hurriedly guarded themselves, and then quickly blessed themselves and their companions to protect themselves from evil. Therefore, under the double blessing of the flame halo and protection from evil, those middle-level mages suddenly shuddered, as if they had just escaped from a nightmare, and their heads were covered in cold sweat for a while.