The Rise of the Cemetery

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In the quiet and dark forest.

A tall and majestic terrifying black figure was walking slowly among the trees.

Although the thick and airtight black cloak covered its entire body, the huge death scythe held tightly in its hand betrayed its identity.

Undead!

A terrifying ghost between fiction and reality, possessing terrifying lethal power.

But even if its identity is determined, it is still impossible to distinguish in detail whether it is an ordinary undead, or the more terrifying clone of death.

Don't underestimate such an inconspicuous judgment. In this dangerous jungle, a small error may be the difference between life and death.

This lone cemetery undead floated alone in the void three feet above the ground. Wherever it passed, the dense dead air and strong negative energy radiation made the plants and plants wither. Some magical plants with low consciousness are quietly moving away from this terrible guy. On it, the magical plants could not feel the slightest warming fleshy smell, but filled with a disgusting smell of death and decay.

Silently, in a remote corner of the jungle, a huge eyeball suddenly opened on the trunk of a tall old tree, looking around. Soon, the sight of the eyeballs was locked on the lonely figure wandering through not far away.

A lone cemetery necromancer?

This is a good hunting target!

I just don't know, is the undead in the cemetery really performing tasks alone, or is it acting as a bait?

The discovery of Euglena was quickly passed on to Hawk, the brain worm to which it belonged, through the Zerg network. Out of caution, Hawke couldn't help but began to read the information about Euglena around him. So soon, more battlefield information was sent back synchronously.

Strangely, there are really no undead within thirty or forty miles around this cemetery! Could it be that it came out to perform a secret mission?

A cemetery undead, placed in the Zerg battle sequence, is also a terrifying creature at the upper middle level. For such a high-value hunting target, don't let it go if you make a mistake, the brain worm will never let it go.

Soon, the latest combat order was conveyed to the scene.

As a result, a tight and meticulous hunting net was slowly opened in the periphery of the cemetery where the dead spirits could not detect.

The forest is lush and the autumn sun is bright. It is the most leisurely and beautiful time of the day, but at this moment the elf forest is already dead.

The undead in a black robe had just passed through a bushy forest field, when a strange rustling sound suddenly sounded from the roots of a tall ancient tree behind him. As the soil layer with a radius of 4 meters collapsed, a huge wormhole was revealed. Before anyone could see what was going on inside the cave, there was a loud clanging sound of steel rubbing against each other, and countless terrifying war insects swarmed out from inside.

And under another tree thirty meters away, another wormhole opened silently, and a Jedi poisonous scorpion with a long body swam and got out of it.

The next moment, a huge blood-colored fog enveloped the battlefield.

The poisonous mist sprayed by the Jedi scorpion can not only obscure the opponent's perception, but also effectively isolate space teleportation. Therefore, if you want to ambush those high-level undead, this function is almost essential, otherwise, for the cemetery elite with an escape scroll or hearthstone, they can get rid of the Zerg ambush in minutes.

The battlefield has been laid, and the following is the task of melee Zerg.

Seven or eight wormholes bloomed in the surrounding area one after another, and black torrents gushed out of them, almost rushing towards the black figure in no particular order.

The drooping hood was raised slightly, and with the dim light in the forest, he could barely see the strange figure haunted by ghosts inside the burqa. Facing the worms swarming up from all directions, the level had already reached level 20, and Sauron, the Holy Death clone who was eager for a frantic battle, roared to the sky, and rushed into the worm swarm waving the huge Death Scythe.

Every time the huge and sharp death scythe slashed through it vigorously, nearly ten war insects would have their limbs broken and their bodies shattered. Those whose heads had been chopped off died immediately, while those with only limb injuries were fine. With the bravery of the war worms, this broken limb is really nothing, and it won't affect their combat effectiveness too much.

It's a pity... what they are facing is a clone of the god of death, which is equivalent to level 20!

As long as the body of any battle insect is stained with the death scythe, even if it is only a negligible injury, it will have to bear the ensuing roar of death in the next few seconds.

The immediate death judgment attached to the attack of a holy-level death clone is not something that ordinary war insects can be exempted from. Therefore, except for the two who were hacked to death on the spot, the rest of the wounded war insects screamed in pain after a sneering necromancer's head appeared, and then their lives suddenly disappeared and fell to the ground.

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Although the cerebrates never regretted the sacrifices of their subordinates, Hawke still couldn't help cursing his mother in his heart in the face of a holy death clone with such a terrifying judgment of instant death.

These damn undead, what did they eat to grow up, why are they all so difficult?

But scolding mothers belongs to scolding mothers, and the sacrifices that should be made still need to be paid.

Therefore, Hawk could only grit his teeth and mobilize the nearby insect army, sending teams of Hydralisks here.

Since this god of death avatar is so sharp in melee combat, use the long-range Hydralisk to grind it to death!

Use a large group of war insects to hold the opponent tightly, so that they cannot quickly protrude from the Zerg fog, so that they cannot escape the battlefield with the Hearthstone. And a large number of hydralisks are waiting around the periphery, spewing out almost crazy venom, vowing to beat this hateful guy into a sieve.

As a result, the battlefield was constantly shifting and changing among the forests amidst bloody fights.

There were piles of insect corpses lying behind Sauron, and its body was no longer as complete as before. The shattered evil burqa turned into wisps of dead air, floating around his side, making Sauron more and more like a terrifying monster crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.

The burqa could no longer cover his body, and his body was even more damaged with naked eyes, but Sauron became more and more courageous as he fought. Whenever he kills a certain number, he will howl in excitement, and use the gathered dead energy to turn it into a terrifying shock wave and sweep across the surrounding area.

The war insects in front of him were not a big threat to him, but they couldn't be killed, while the Hydralisks in the distance were the biggest threat to him, but they couldn't reach them.

After rushing left and right in the bug swarm for a long time, Sauron felt the damage of his body and finally decided to retreat temporarily.

Surrounded by swarms of insects, it was not that simple for him to escape.

The disgusting blood mist followed him all the time, making it impossible to activate the hearthstone he carried with him, and he couldn't get rid of the turbulent swarm of insects. If it continues like this, in another quarter of an hour, his 20th-level Holy Death clone will really be gnawed to death by a group of extremely ordinary bugs.

But since he dared to take the risk alone, Sauron certainly had his own backup.

Following the chanting of a few simple incantations, a tiny spatial ripple rippled around his side.

With the opening of the soul space, a mysterious bone dragon with a head and tail length of 30 meters and a body covered in black hard bones appeared beside Sauron.

Magic pet?

This holy-rank undead actually has his own magic pet, and it's still a bone dragon!

The next moment, under the pressure of Peiran's vast dragon power, the bone tornado carried Sauron soaring into the sky, breaking countless branches and vines of ancient trees, and rushing out of the dense fog of Zerg.

Then, before the brain worm Hawk called the giant praying mantis, the strange spatial fluctuations rolled across the sky, and Sauron and the bone dragon disappeared in place.

Damn it, the other party escaped!

After paying so much and suffering so much damage, even though he has seriously injured the other party, but did not keep the other party behind, then all this is meaningless.

However, with this precedent, Cerebral Hawk has a better understanding of the elite methods of the Great Cemetery. The same move, if you try to copy it a second time, it won't work!

Of course, such scenes are not isolated incidents. In the meticulous and rigorous brain of Cerebral Hawk, such encounters and counter-encounters, raids and counter-raids, ambushes and counter-ambushes occur hundreds of times every day.

Turn over the mountain behind you, and then go a hundred kilometers deep into the jungle, you will be the outer area of ​​the insect nest. For the cerebrates, letting these damn bastards disturb the tranquility of the nest will undoubtedly make the demigod even more angry. For the demigod who just suffered a big loss underground, it is very likely that he will do something that scares the cerebrates under his rage.

The demigod who just returned from the underground is obviously in a very bad mood!

The great Lord Culinax was in the midst of extreme rage and extreme hunger, and the latter especially made the cerebrates cringe. Because in the Zerg diet, the brain worms are definitely at the forefront of the demigod's food choices with their abundant energy and rich nutrition. If it weren't for the need for brain worms to assist in command, I'm afraid Culinnax would have devoured them all a while ago.

In order to alleviate their own status crisis, all the cerebrates are trying their best to catch high-nutrition creatures that meet the taste of demigods. And high nutrition means high life, and high life means difficult! In the entire elf forest, those who meet these conditions are either the king of warcraft or the high elves. It is hard to imagine how difficult it is to capture them.

If it weren't for the group of goddamn spirits who fanned the flames and robbed houses everywhere, the millions of worms commanded by the brain worms would have wiped out the group of guys who were huddled in the holy city of elves. It's not like it is now, the entire army of the insect army has to hide in the ground, only when it finds a clear target, it dares to break out of the ground and launch a thunderous and violent offensive.

In the previous big duel, although three legendary undead were killed, it also cost more than half of the Zerg's only legendary Zerg. In terms of the current high-level strength comparison, the great Zerg with an advantage in numbers unexpectedly fell to the disadvantage.

As a last resort, the cerebrates could only play such boring tactics as whack-a-mole and guerrilla warfare.

The rest of the cerebrates had already commanded most of the detours to sneak attack on the holy city of elves, and Hawk was the only one who stayed here to prevent the undead creatures from approaching the worm's nest. Therefore, for the hateful tactics of the large cemetery's feigned sneak attack and the scattered infiltration of the small team, Hawke can only see the tricks and use quick and vicious small local wars to devour the opponent's extension bit by bit. Tentacles out.

In its huge spiritual perception, there were hundreds of flashing red dots in Nuo Da's forest for a while. Among them are large groups of undead legions disturbing the periphery, as well as elite and terrifying undead squads, and more are solitary soldiers.

Of course, among the many baits scattered in the cemetery, some are really weak chickens, while some... are terrifying giant crocodiles that are difficult to resist.