Versatile Mage

"Why do you want to break the 5000 mark??" Mofan asked.

The necromancer stunned.

According to the thinking of normal people, shouldn't you feel angry first?

After all, he wants to kill all the people here. The federal small officer should not care about his own life and death. ?

"This is... it is my ability. You know, if you want to extract high temperature resistant metals from those impurities, you need a lot of ordinary materials. Most of the materials can't withstand high temperatures and will burn in the fire. For the ashes, the true essence will be preserved. When the number reaches 5,000, a soul essence will be born. The Undead Master does not mind answering Mo Fan's question.

"What is the use of this soul of the dead soul??" Mo Fan asked again.

The Necromancer gave a sigh of relief.

His fingers are actually moving, nothing more than playing here with his own sneaky swamp tree.

Just don't know why, in the face of such sincere inquiries, if you kill others without answering, it will always be a bit rude.

"We are fighting now." Zhao Manyan whispered.

"It doesn't matter, you can't get out of this swamp anyway." The Undead Master is very generous.

“Why are you so confident?” Mofan asked.

"It's very simple..."

The Necromancer smiled, and his other hand was holding something, and slowly lifted it up.

As his hand lifted, the swamp that had turned into a black ocean had some jitter, and it was obvious that some hard clods that could have stood a little bit collapsed into the mud.

The hard clods were where the federal soldiers settled, and now they are sinking. The soldiers can only find nearby plants and climb to some old trees.

But they didn't realize that it was the old laurel trees that made this large swamp so much moving! !

This time, Mofan is no longer required to use Chaos magic.

The roots of the old laurel trees themselves were pulled out of the thick mud, and although they did not stand upside down, they showed their true face in the eyes of all federal soldiers.

Originally, a horrible scorpion tree has turned the soldiers into frightened wild ducks, and a group of people appeared around them!

Those seemingly ordinary marsh laurel trees... are simply the stems and leaves of carrots. When you try to pull out the little stems and leaves, you never know what a giant thing is under the soil!

The ghost trees can creep, the speed is slow, and their "leaves" can stretch hundreds of meters.

For a time, the federal soldiers fell into a virgin forest, the difference is that the trees are awkward, a terrible sly forest!

"A soul of the dead soul is a precious seed, able to cultivate a plant!" The undead master showed his battlefield dominance, and answered Mofan's question without fear.

Mo Fan nodded.

It turned out to be the case.

The Necromancer was for the Brown Rebels, but he also gained great benefits from the war.

Constantly collect the bodies of the soldiers, turn them into shackles under the swamp, and then increase and expand their undead ability.

It’s no wonder that he would say that war is the bright spring of the Necromancer...

"So the former federal team that was sent before is also solved by you alone, then you are a general in the brown rebel army!" Mo Fan continued.

The undead mage Bucker stunned again.

This federal officer's little brother, is it probably? ?

Can't he see that there are a whole nine scorpio marsh trees around! !

For the time being, it is not the fighting power of the devil's swamp tree. The soldiers of the swamps alone have reached two or three thousand.

It doesn't worry about the problem of being divided into five horses. How come it is not asking for mercy, what are you asking? !

Still need Mo Fan to talk nonsense?

His necromancer, Barker, sat in this swamp, and many federal soldiers came to sacrifice in his own furnace of the dead.

In the brown regime, he is an undead general who can challenge several enemy camps of the enemy without a soldier.

Most importantly, he is a necromancer.

The most common on the battlefield is death, and death will bring the endless magic of the Necromancer, so he will only grow stronger! !

"It seems that he should not be the investigative means of the rebels, he is just a fierce watchdog." Mu Bai made this evaluation.

Mo Fan immediately nodded.

Pity.

If the other person is a investigator, if he is removed, they will be more likely to enter the depths of the swamp camp.

"Watchdog????" Undead Master Bucker heard this evaluation word, the skin on his face must be smashed open! !

"It's fierce," Mo Fan added.

Soul! ! !

Who cares if it is fierce or not fierce.

Watchdog? ? ?

He is the watchdog of the brown regime army in the swamp camp? ? ?

"I killed 4,560 federal soldiers! Don't you look around, your troops may still be alive!" Undead Master Bach said.

"You just said 4570." Mo Fan corrected.

Soul! ! ! !

The number is so big, who will remember it clearly.

These are not the main points.

The point is that all the people in this swamp will die, no matter how many former soldiers sent by the federal, his undead teacher, Bucker will kill them cruelly! !

"I think I'm too focused on the words of a group of people who are about to become my soldiers." The undead teacher Bucker took a deep breath.

It’s totally unnecessary to be angry with the dying person.

Saying that he is a watchdog, what turned them into soldiers? ? ?

"I won't let the squid fly against you. I want to hang you on the branches, let you drain all the blood, let your body dry a little, and become a one in the long torture." Hey!!" The undead teacher, Buck, said in a vicious language.

"It's raining here, the wind in the swamp area is too humid. The corpse hanging on the tree will only rot and can't be dried. As a necromancer, you should know the changes of the body in different climates. Ah," Mofan said.

The four characters of the art are not as good as the four-sounding thunder in the mind of the undead Master Barker.

He is very angry! !

Why are you so guilty of talking to the dead, killing them directly and neatly, don't you have to be so arrogant as you are now! !

"Give me... give me to die!!!!" The undead teacher Bucker roared.

His other hand stretched toward Mofan like a paw, and the sly demon swamp tree that was close to it just swayed the lychee, and a claw flew like hundreds of savage ghosts. ! !