The Rise of the Cemetery

Chapter 0231

Compared with the city of Rasmufer, which the Gorefiend once visited, it is like a poor and dirty rural village. No matter in the exquisite architecture or the display of magical power, this place has reached the acme of the dark elves. Perhaps the only thing that can win here is the legendary dark elf main city Menzoberranzan at the bottom of the Underdark. Kazan Moyes City is indeed the embodiment of the dominance of the dark elves in the middle dark region. If you don't come here, it's hard for you to understand why the drow can be called the overlord of the dark region.

Here, it is no longer possible to kill at will like in the wild. The Gorefiend sniffed lightly, and even the air was filled with a disgusting smell of divine magic. It seemed that there must be quite a few magicians here. These are all nasty guys who can kill themselves.

The gorefiend's fluffy wolf kisses shrunk slightly, expressing dissatisfaction in the unique way of the wolf man, and then turned into the nearest tavern. Going to a tavern if you want to inquire about information seems to be a very vulgar thing, but as long as it is effective, you will still be obeyed in the future.

The current time, based on the logo of Kazan Moyes City, should be around 2 pm, but the tavern is still full of all kinds of drunkards. Looking around, the well-known underground races can basically find one or two representatives here, of course only limited to the lower levels.

The Gorefiend looked at the "food" in the room but didn't show much interest. Now he is no longer hungry when he was a weak child, and when he chooses "blood food", he no longer pursues the large amount of blood he used to, but starts to taste the deliciousness of blood. Of course, the so-called delicacy refers to the energy soaked in the blood, so in his opinion, the blood of the spellcaster is the sweetest. Although the energy of the magic spell is equivalent, it is a bit spicy, while ordinary soldiers can only be full. .

The room full of "food" in front of him really had to pick and choose, and he really couldn't find many high-quality ones that he could feast on. The Gorefiend is not keen on the perception of spells, but it does not prevent him from judging the energy level of an object from the smell of blood coming out of his body. This kind of detection method that directly points to the essence can be more difficult to guard against.

Therefore, his eyes only stayed on a kobold for a few seconds, then quickly moved to the tavern owner, and strode away. Unexpectedly, I will meet a kobold warlock here.

The kobold warlock in animal skin had a good sense of danger. When the greedy eyes of the blood demon rested on it, a needle-like sting made it look up in a daze. All the wine glasses were knocked over. The accomplices around were stunned at first, and after whispering a few words to it, they stood up one after another, scanned the entire tavern, and finally focused their attention on the strangely shaped Gorefiend.

A few reckless big guys were going to come up to make trouble, but they were stopped by a thin cloaked man half hidden in the shadow behind them, and sat down resentfully, but still a little unconvinced, leaning sideways and glaring at the blood demon .

The Gorefiend didn't care about it. Maybe that leader did have impressive strength, but facing a blood controller who could completely crush melee professionals, a level 11 thief was not enough.

The owner of the bar is a mutated tauren. The only reason why he is mutated is because he does not see the robustness and recklessness of the surface tauren at all, but is round like a big wine barrel. If it weren't for his typical bull's head on his barely visible neck, Gorefiend really wouldn't be able to guess his race.

A few shiny gold coins spun quickly on the table, shining brightly under the light of the indoor torch, but there were some dark brown rust spots on the corners. After "robbing" two small-scale caravans, the Gorefiend's storage bag has a lot of strange things whose uses are unclear, and there will be no shortage of these underground gold coins.

The tauren boss wiped the table lightly with his thick and big hands, barely seeing any movement from him, and the few gold coins disappeared without a trace. With this method alone, he has already surpassed some thieves who think they are nimble. The rust spots on the corners of the gold coins were not real rust spots, but dried and coagulated blood, which was easy to distinguish for the well-informed him. But this also means that what the other party pays is only some recent "trophies", or those that are not valued.

The boss of the tauren has a silly smile on his big and honest face, but there is a bean-sized light flashing in the eyes that are already fat into a line, as if he can't feel the majestic aura of the gorefiend at all. He whispered directly next to his ear.

After a brief exchange, the Gorefiend stepped into a narrow door at the back, and was led by a heavily made-up maid into a modest guest room on the second floor. After settling the room, he didn't even need him to chase away the guests. He just rubbed against him a few times, and the maid quickly walked away with a pale face and forced a smile.

In the corner of the kitchen, next to a wooden barrel of discarded waste, the tauren boss who still had filth and residue at the corner of his mouth just stopped vomiting and straightened up while leaning against the wall. A whirlwind suddenly blew up around him, causing him to stagger, and a slender figure was lying on his previous position and vomited.

A lizardman chef who was sweating profusely in the kitchen couldn't help worrying: "Boss, I'm just saying that those black and dirty steaks come from unscrupulous sources. You must be greedy for cheap, this..."

"Go away, it's not those things, it's..."

The boss of the tauren shouted and cursed angrily. As soon as the "person" was mentioned in his words, he couldn't help but think of when he leaned into that guy's ear to speak, from his mouth to his stomach, and even his bone marrow. There was such a bloody smell. The stomach that had calmed down just now started a new round of upheavals, pushed aside the obstructing waitress, and lay down in front of the bucket, spewing out everything in the stomach, including yellow, green and green bile .

For a moment, the whole kitchen was filled with a foul stench.

...

Novus Principality, Evernight City.

The high alert has lasted for 10 hours, and the figure of the enemy still has not appeared, but the peripheral eyeliner continues to disappear. In the image presented in the mage's tower, the area outside the dark sky has become a real night, even though the Whispering Forest is at a time when the sun is hot and bright.

Whether it is a skeleton half-buried in sand or vines disguised as scattered bones, a zombie buried nearly 2 meters underground, or a ghost hiding in a tree trunk, none of them can escape the strangulation of this mysterious strong man, even Even ghost killers who rely on hiding and invisibility for food were killed one by one.

The only good thing is that there are not many people on the other side, and it can even be said bluntly that there is only one person. But just this one mysterious strongman has sealed off the periphery of Eternal Night City.

In the past, all those who were killed were scattered and lonely wolves. The butcher unbelievingly sent a small-scale investigation team in an attempt to understand some of the situation outside the dark sky. But such an air parade team composed of 10 vampires, 10 ice banshees, 2 undead, and 50 ghosts was wiped out within less than a cup of tea, and no one escaped.

The only gain is probably knowing that the mysterious strong man is also an undead, because he is directly immune to the unique skill "Finger of Death" of the undead. Yes, he was directly immune to this spell by relying on his physical characteristics, instead of relying on spell resistance to resist. From this point, it can be analyzed that there may be many creatures in the world that are directly immune to instant-death spells, but the most reminiscent ones near the Principality of Novis are probably the group of liches in the south.

As the top magical creature in Klein Continent, Undead Liches can also be divided into "groups". Butcher feels deeply helpless about this. What's more helpless is that this "group" of liches seems to have hatred against their masters. It's getting more and more headaches. Maybe he should think about it more, if he really has to face them, is he still qualified to have a headache.

The saying "Life is like rape, since you can't resist, just close your eyes and enjoy it!", this is really apt. The butcher is now like a young girl who has given up her resistance, all her mind is thinking about how to reduce her losses.

After the transfer of the portal, some valuable supplies and materials in Evernight City have been transferred to the Undercity, and some cemetery units that have shown evolutionary talents have also been transferred away. Withdrew earlier. Currently, the highest-ranking undead in Eternal Night City, apart from the necromancer Plataya and the bone dragon Guli, there are only five undead guarding the gate of the mage tower.

Other high-ranking arms were transferred away one after another, but under Li Xun's instructions, 10 more were made up for the deceased. These 10 accusers are the last trump card in the hands of the butcher. Even if he can't curse the other party to death, he still has to scare the other party and disgust him.

Although the success rate of the "Death Prayer" to sue the dead is a bit low, as long as there is no shot, the possibility of killing the super strong with one blow still exists. And this kind of deterrence is a real threat to the strong with a keen sense of danger. No strong man is willing to expose himself in the sight of the deceased, and then use his magic resistance to hit that illusory luck.

For the deceased, the chance may be less than one in a thousand, which is ridiculous. But for the strong, it means that once bad luck hits the negligible probability, he will be successfully killed by a salted fish that he usually doesn't even bother to look at, and he will become the laughing stock of all generations.

This is intolerable to them!

Who is raging outside the city of Eternal Night? The butcher had no way of judging, so he could only notify the Holy Light Skeleton of the Undercity, Syberil, to close the portal to and from Eternal Night City after sending away everything that could be sent away. If Eternal Night City is not protected, everything in the city will be buried with him.

The butcher touched the hearthstone inlaid in the breast of his chest, and only then did he feel a bit of peace of mind. This is the last escape route that the master specially prepared for him. It can only be used when the city is about to fall and the mage tower is unable to protect him. Although he has already left a soul imprint in the Hall of Summoning Souls in the Undercity, no one wants to die if he can survive. After all, dying once is equivalent to a cleansing of the soul. The experience and skills I have accumulated during this period of time are also inevitable. is washed away.

For the cemetery heroes with self-consciousness, the soul may return, but the self-consciousness is ambiguous! Whether it is possible to regain self-awareness or not, no one knows until the first crab eater appears. Therefore, the butcher does not intend to be a stone to find the way.