The Rise of the Cemetery

When the deathly silence returned to the hall, the slightly angry voice of the first mistress, Valoja, sounded again.

"Gegang, are you sure you can benefit from it this time? Now that the following families have been in close contact, if this situation continues, we will lose our interests! Otherwise, you think those idiots will let it go This opportunity to attack us, let this situation remain here forever?"

"Dear sister, don't you still believe in my loyalty? The Mage Guild and the Undead Council are focusing on the ancient ruins of the Arcane Empire period that I have studied for a long time, otherwise I would not have just found it in the Mage Guild I agreed to this condition. Now only by letting them fight like dogs, can we get more intelligence and information from them, and we can completely monopolize this huge discovery in the future! Sacrifice to the great goddess, yours The position will definitely be more stable!"

"Hmph, what you're talking about is the future, but now they've created a mess around the city, and even the operation of the city has been affected. How long do you think we have to endure them?"

"It's coming soon, it's coming soon. The three teams of surface mages are already close to my estimated goal, and they will have substantial contact with the ruins within a week. I have studied for many years, but I lack key information. There is not much progress at all, and now they take the initiative to send them to the door, I will intervene at the moment they succeed, and eat them whole!"

"I hope so! You must keep an eye on them, and I will treat these disrespectful surface mages well afterwards!" Mistress Valoja's voice has become sharper, and it seems that she has accumulated a lot of anger during this time .

That's right, no matter where the power holders are, they will be furious when they see some outsiders beating up and down in their own fields. This is a naked offense and a violation of dignity.

These damn surface mages!

However, after the chief archmage Gogan stepped out of the hall through the secret door at the back, the irritability and boredom on Mistress Valoja's face miraculously disappeared, replaced by a chuckle of unknown meaning. For a moment, the sound similar to the coquettish moan of a charming girl echoed in the empty hall.

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Gorefiend, who has received follow-up support, has completely let go of his hands and feet. When necessary, he can turn the suburbs of Kazan Moyes City into a dead zone.

Not sure what your competitors are doing? But there is no need to know anymore. Gorefiend with 120 vampires behind him only needs to find these surface mages and make them stay here forever. No one cares what a dead man wants to do.

As a famous blood hero, under his leadership, the movement speed, attack power, and reaction speed of these vampires have been greatly improved, and the greater improvement lies in the ratio of blood-sucking self-healing. In short, within the range of the bloody aura of the blood demon, these ordinary vampires were no weaker than a knight in heavy armor, and their attack power was doubled.

With such a group of ferocious demons, the blood demon is like an evil big devil who drilled out of hell, surrounded by endless blood-sucking lunatics, and all creatures are extinct wherever they pass.

The Gorefiend didn't hide his goal, and ran wildly along the route that the surface mage had walked. Those underground creatures who knew how to dodge did not chase after them, but those who stood in the way of progress, a sweep, would only leave behind a dry corpse that seemed to have been on display for many years.

So, in a narrow cave, Gorefiend overtook this small team.

14 male drow warriors and 2 high-level mages.

Such a team is already strong enough. As long as the drow fighters can buy enough casting time for the two high-level mages, even the simplest ball of fireballs or explosive fireballs can exert ten times or even a hundred times the power in this small area. .

But they don't have that much time.

As a veteran walking in the underground world, the leader of this drow troop did not forget to set up secret sentries on the periphery. The camp was set up in a small cave with only one entrance, plus magic traps, and 2 experienced drow warriors. This arrangement was careful and tight enough. It's a pity that they encountered a blood demon who didn't play cards according to common sense.

The swarm of bats transformed by the passionate vampires is like a black whirlwind, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, they rush straight at the enemy in the camp at lightning speed.

Due to flying in the air, some traps laid on the ground lost their protective effect, but the mage's magic warning circle was the first to discover these attackers. It's a pity that there was only 4 seconds between the return of the special wave from the warning circle and the swarm of bats flying over the camp, so most of the people in the camp had just woke up from their dormant state, and countless vampires had already emerged from the dark cave roof. Pounced down.

Nearly 30 drow warriors were separated from the bat swarm, and the huge bat body suddenly transformed into a vigorous vampire in the air less than 5 meters away from these warriors. It opened its big blood-red mouth and bent its hands And the sharp claws slashed towards the opponent with a dazzling cold light. As for the large army of bats, they didn't get entangled with these peripheral fighters at all. Relying on the agility and quickness of their bodies, they went straight to the two magnificent and luxurious tents in the innermost part of the cave.

The sharp claws quickly scratched one side of the tent, and the following bats closed their wings and rushed straight into the tent like charging warriors.

Although the incident happened suddenly, the leader of the drow team quickly entered the fighting state, and the thin thorn sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and shot out, piercing five or six blood holes in the two vampires who rushed in front of them. But the opponent didn't dodge or evade, and even rushed up along the sword's momentum in many cases, trying to make the sword stay in the body for a longer time, using this method to hold the opponent back.

The leader of the drow warrior is a master of weapons. The thin stabbing sword in his hand continuously stirred in the vampire's body, turning a blood hole as thick as a finger into a hole the size of a bowl. Then the muscles on his arm trembled The opponent shook away, then slid with both feet, sideways to pass the attack of 2 vampire claws.

But that's where his glory days end.

While the body was still smoothing, he felt the howling wind behind his neck, and when he suddenly looked back, he saw a big mouth full of fangs.

"ah……!"

The shrill screams rang out continuously in the camp. Every drow warrior had one or two ferocious and violent vampires hanging on them. Creates wounds on the enemy.

And the center of gravity of the battlefield is in the two gorgeous tents at the innermost end. Up to now, twenty or thirty vampires have been drilled into each tent, which is enough to occupy most of the space inside.

Suddenly, a blue magic shield rose in a tent. Under the reflection of the magic radiance, a tall and thin figure was projected on the silk curtain on one side of the tent, and countless human-shaped or bat-shaped figures could be seen. The vampire kept hitting the standing figure from various angles, making him staggered and unable to stand upright.

The enemy was too close, so close that any attack spell would inevitably affect him, but there was not much time left for the high-level mage, and the continuous screams from outside made him understand the urgency of the situation.

With a short yell, it was also a quick spell casting, and the blue ice flowers spread rapidly in the tent, involving all the vampires around them. The blue light was shining, and all the vampires were frozen in a huge ice cube in their original posture.

Since it belongs to spell casting and there is no proper sapphire powder as a guide for casting spells, this blue ice cube is not stable. With many vampires struggling inside, there are obvious cracks and breakages, and it can't last for a few seconds.

The high-level mage Thorim took this opportunity to open the way with a series of fireballs, blasting a bloody road, breaking through the interception of many vampires, and rushing into the tent of another high-level mage.

"Hodir, go! Here..."

A ring of flames forced away the vampire bats chasing from behind, Thorim hissed and screamed, but the sight inside the tent made his heart suddenly tighten.

There was no light, no fighting, and the whole tent was silent.

The beating light of the bonfire outside was projected through the corners of the broken tent, allowing him to barely see everything inside.

There was a fierce magic attack in the tent, everything was shattered, and scattered everywhere. There are traces of fire on the ground, traces of freezing, and the stench of lightning burning flesh fills the air. And his partner, the 11th-level high-ranking mage Hodir was standing quietly in the middle of the open space, motionless, his hands and feet hanging down weakly. A dark, shadowy figure was crouching beside his neck, making a sucking sound.

Suddenly, a pair of bloody eyes lit up in the human form, and the withered figure of Master Hodir fell down like a rotten tree. With the help of the weak light in the tent, he could see that his face was wrinkled and wrinkled, and he was too old to be recognized.

"Ah...! Go to hell, damn undead!..."

A high-level mage caught in extreme panic and anger is terrifying, but this is also his last madness. Stared at him by those bloody eyes, mage Thorim unconsciously fell into a state of madness. He even gave up the magic attack, picked up the staff in his hand and slammed it at the demon.

"Blood Rampage"

An active skill of Gorefiend, which provokes a unit's infinite thirst for blood. The unit cannot cast spells, loses a small amount of health per second, but increases his attack power.

Originally, it was almost impossible for such a skill to work on a high-level mage. It was either blocked by the shield outside his body, or resisted by his powerful spiritual power. However, the current high-level mage Thorim is not in a normal state. .

First of all, his external shield had been destroyed by the ice magic just now, and secondly, witnessing the tragic death of his companion put him in a state of extreme tension and fear, and he could no longer calm down. The combination of these two factors made the Gorefiend succeed in casting "Blood Rage" in one fell swoop.

A high-level mage gave up magic attacks and switched to melee combat. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world. So before he could wake up from his madness, the sharp hollow fangs of the Gorefiend had pierced his neck.

Therefore, in a state of clear thinking, the high-ranking mage Thorim experienced the true feeling of blood being drained. With the continuous loss of vitality and blood, his mind gradually became blurred. His powerless hands let go of the mage's long staff. Before his consciousness sank into the final darkness, he squeezed out a sentence from his hoarse voice.

"Why……?"