The Rise of the Cemetery

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It has to be said that the long-term bias has made the association mages of the Principality of Novus less alert to danger by more than one or two. Coupled with the natural charm that the succubus is born with, it cannot be isolated by their sober pendants, concentration rings, and weak mind protection.

After molesting these weak chickens in the main plane, the succubus Lauris put her hands on her hips and ordered the other party to leave arrogantly. The soft hooves were as nimble as human fingers to pick up the magic wand on the soles of the feet, and Lauris grabbed it in her hand and weighed it.

Hmph, a low-level magic wand that seals the third-level "stinky cloud technique"!

Lauris raised her hand and threw the wand back, sneering disdainfully: "Stinky cloud technique! You really know how to choose! Are you planning to stink these corpses to death? Hmph, don't dawdle, hurry up! Go, go back where you should go, don't get in the way here!"

It's no wonder that the succubus is so arrogant. Looking at this group of association mages, there are only two or three who can really threaten her. Even the leading human master may not have the strength to stab her to death. So it's rare to make a trip, and the succubus, who has always been used to pretending to be a tiger, certainly won't give them a good look.

Succubus are indeed not good at fighting among demons of the same level, but that is also divided into targets. Facing these human bastards who were weaker than her, Lauris was too lazy to flirt with them and show off!

Looking at this enchanting succubus who turned his face faster than turning the pages of a book, Anthony let out a long sigh, and led the mage of the association behind him to exit the control hall dejectedly.

With the arrival of batches of cemetery spellcasters, the magic hubs and magic facilities of the magic tower have been taken over one after another. Those association mages who were driven out could only find the legendary star mage and surround him silently.

A gorgeous magic robe and a delicate and gorgeous magic crown still cannot conceal the haggard and dignified face of the legendary star mage. Around him, magic water mirrors showed everything in the magic tower truly.

"All of you raise your heads, cheer up, and look at them seriously." Katie Ernie looked around the crowd: "Haven't you always dreamed of seeing the reality of the world? Then what is presented to you at this moment, It's the real world!"

Master Xingchen took a breath.

"Because our strength is the weakest, the bastards from the Undead Council want to swallow us in one bite, and this large cemetery is also in the fire. We can only watch and swallow our anger. Why? In the final analysis, our strength is too weak! "

"So, all of you now raise your heads, keep your spirits up, carefully observe and appreciate the strength of the enemy, and then tell yourself, where is our future?"

Such an impassioned long speech was obviously not something Katie Ernie's seriously injured body could bear, so in the end, there was only a violent cough and a face full of unwillingness.

As the leader of the association mages, seeing two groups of strong men fighting in their homeland, slaughtering their own people recklessly and trampling on the dignity of mages, Katieni also felt unspeakable grief and indignation in his heart.

However, I know my own family affairs, and the Principality of Novis is already unable to independently fight against the Undead Union Council. Now add a big cemetery that is a gag. All the Mage Association can do is endure the humiliation and try to preserve their strength.

The Liches of the Undead Council were too cruel and evil, and there was no room for negotiation and coexistence. As a last resort, Kitty Enni had no choice but to choose this large cemetery that came to him. After all, according to the agreement, he and the Great Cemetery are only allies, and can still maintain the independence of the Mage Association. But if he chooses to join the Mage Association, the Mage Association will cease to exist and be completely absorbed by the other party.

And according to his understanding, even if he took refuge in the Mage Guild, it was uncertain how much assistance the other party could provide. Master Xingchen also knows what happened in the distant Elven Continent. That is an evil invader worthy of gathering strength from all planes to fight against it.

When mages and magicians rarely stopped being hostile to each other and started to face powerful enemies together, Novus became an abandoned child. It is good to be able to coax the group of liches to survive, and it is unknown whether they will need to use their power in the future.

As a legendary mage who came out of Novus, he didn't want his homeland to be ruined by a group of liches. But as the leader of the association's mages, he can only try his best to give the group of mages who rely on his protection the best choice. Looking forward and backward, in a dilemma. So for a long time, in the face of the pressing force of the Undead Council, Kaitienne has always been hesitant and hesitant.

Although everything I did today may not be the best choice, it is also the result of intertwined fate.

Without the extermination of the liches, it would be difficult for Katie Ni to accept the olive branch thrown by another undead force. But undead are undead after all, even if forced to cooperate with them, Katieni still has vigilance and curiosity that cannot be relieved.

He really wanted to see what kind of undead were in this large cemetery that came to him!

Leaving aside the thoughtful thoughts of the legendary Star Mage, at this time, the Great Cemetery has completely taken over the Magic Tower.

Among the numerous combat troops, more than a dozen arcane puppets also came to the magic tower through the teleportation array.

These arcane puppets belonging to the "Issa Public Service Department" are not here to fight, but a maintenance team specially sent by Issa. In the inner space wrapped by their hard alloy shells, they are not equipped with combat magic swords and magic shields, nor are they equipped with combat settings, but are equipped with a full set of precision instruments and maintenance tools.

They rushed to various key parts of the magic tower with a clear division of labor, and after determining the degree of damage as quickly as possible, they entered the rapid work mode in full swing.

And the tower spirit who controlled the entire magic tower happily unlocked all the permissions after an in-depth "conversation" with Isa, and became Isa's loyal "little brother".

It has to be said that there are depths of knowledge and specializations in art!

After only half an hour of maintenance, the magic tower was revived again, the small holes connecting several major elemental worlds were opened again, and a steady stream of elemental power was injected into the almost dry elemental pool again.

It's easy to do things with elemental energy.

The battered magic tower once again propped up a large force field protection, blocking the attacks of the necromancers, and the transparent force field wall also sealed the entrance of the magic tower again. Those necromancers and undead like mountains and seas want to attack the magic tower directly, sorry, first break the force field protection first!

After all, the necromancers flying in the sky are a minority, and the densely packed undead are the main force attacking the magic tower. Every moment, the force field wall has to withstand thousands of attacks, but repairing these force field walls inevitably requires the consumption of elemental energy that is not considered abundant in the magic tower. After such a long time, the magic tower really can't consume the endless sea of ​​undead.

But how has the large cemetery been afraid of the siege of others!

The force field protection was supported just now, just to facilitate the overall scheduling and adjustment of the magic tower's defense mechanism. Now that everything is in place, it's time for the Necropolis Show.

A water-blue brilliance suddenly rose from the bottom of the magic tower. With the gorgeous magic brilliance, the tower was dyed blue. The defense mechanism of the entire magic tower changed from focusing on protecting against physical attacks to protecting against energy damage. At the same time, a large number of plague lords who had been waiting for a long time rushed out of the gate of the magic tower with trembling steps, and began to attack the tide of undead corpses in reverse.

The wave of undead corpses dominated by skeletons, zombies, and ghouls suddenly encountered a cluster of plague lords. The scene was not a normal battle at all, but a brutal trampling and brutal collision. Although the 6-meter-tall Plague Lord was not as bloated as the Abomination, he was still a typical fat man. Rampage in the black corpses, like heavy cavalry charging wantonly in the infantry phalanx, no undead can stop their footsteps.

The Plague Lords don't need to bend down to kill the enemies who just reached their waists, they just need to charge unscrupulously, charge, charge again...

Skeletons collided with them, and they were instantly shattered into bone powder; zombies were a little stronger, but they were like tomatoes trampled by wild boars wantonly, leaving only the sound of crackling flesh and blood; only nimble and quick ghouls could Stepping on his companions, he swooped up and hung on the Plague Lord's fat body, frantically creating wounds of all sizes.

The necromancers flew high in the sky, watching all this silently.

In the crowd of corpses where the ground could hardly be seen, huge monsters were roaring forward, leaving trails of blood smeared with black and red blood sauce behind them. In the group of corpses, pale-skinned ghouls ran swiftly on top of the group of corpses, swarming on these flesh giants like ants gnawing on elephants, drowning each other with their own bodies.

But even so, this still cannot stop the enemy from moving forward.

Blocked by the roaring zombies and bitten by the crazy ghouls, the flesh giants moved forward with difficulty and determination...

And behind them, groups of undead knights filed out from the magic tower, forming a neat and palpitating knight formation in front of the gate. Uniform nightmare beasts, uniform black and red knight stomachs, uniform scarlet cloaks, and uniform huge sabers. The ruthless aura shown by the entire knight phalanx made all the soldiers who were hostile to them feel the bone-chilling chill.

And the one who reined in his horse and stood at the forefront of the team was Alsace, the king of knights who had just experienced the tragic battle in Berne!