The Rise of the Cemetery

The undead are coming!

The news of the infestation of countless blood spread in the city of Rasmuffel at a plague-like speed.

Several gathering points such as taverns, hotels, and trading houses are crowded with underground creatures who want to inquire about news, from gray dwarves, lizardmen, underground monsters, tauren to ratmen, and even some information is relatively closed. The drow warriors were also among them. All kinds of rumors and gossip are flying all over the sky, no matter how absurd the rumors are, they will attract groups of listeners, asking the reliability of the content over and over again.

In this moment of echoing others and panic, everyone is a listener, and everyone is also a communicator. Some frightening and unsettling news came one after another, making these veterans feel that the end is coming, and they become more irritable and irritable, and they will fight if they disagree with each other.

The outside of the city has become a dead place at this moment, and a large number of patrols, business groups, and slave traders have all been beaten back by the sudden appearance of the enemy. These lucky ones who fled into the city full of pain and wailing did not have the opportunity to come to the bar to cry, but were taken away by the elite drow team in the name of the family council, and they were never seen again .

But such a harsh situation cannot be completely controlled by blocking the news. Soon, the underground natives living in Rasmuffel City inquired about the situation from the side.

Their city is already the drow city closest to the surface, and in the distant tunnels to their northwest, it is said that there are still a group of subterranean gnomes who migrated from the depths of the ground. And there are many business groups and slave traders in the city of Rasmuffel who have done business with them, and they are still very knowledgeable when talking about them.

But about two years ago, those subterranean gnomes were suddenly wiped out by an undead force from the surface, and not even a single poor survivor escaped. As a result, the small city established by the subterranean gnomes became a paradise for the undead.

When the news was just heard, the city of Rasmurfel was also tense for a while, and the city was specially closed for ten days for this reason. However, these new undead were extremely autistic, they only stayed within 10 miles of that small city, and rarely scattered out to harm Drow's interests, so the two got along peacefully for two years.

It's a pity that not long ago, the so-called family council formed by several family mistresses suddenly issued a war mobilization order to explore and expel the undead. So several established drow teams were sent out to spy on the undead first.

In the past drow history, such large-scale military operations to conquer alien races were not uncommon. Whether it is to expel the powerful underground creatures that strayed into this place, or to exterminate the alien lairs in some corner areas, this is a kind of training for the drow military power, and it is also a kind of deterrence internally and externally. This has always been a pleasure.

But today's military operation to curb the invasion of the undead on the surface obviously had some kind of error from the very beginning, which made the entire development track of the situation directly evolve into a terrible disaster.

And when the joint crusade army formed by Rasmuffel City hadn't been fully deployed, and the mistresses of several major families were still bargaining for the share of the army, there was a sudden warning of a major defeat on the front line. And what followed the warning was a dark curtain that covered the sky and the sun. Almost at the same time, the three drow teams sent by the drow city in the direction of the undead lost contact, and it was estimated that there was a lot of bad luck.

During the panic-stricken discussions among the mistresses of several big families, rumors spread outside Rasmuffel City, and all the patrols who fled back reported being attacked by a large number of undead. For a moment, the atmosphere in the city suddenly stagnated.

The undead are attacking in large numbers, this is almost certain information. The only thing that puzzled them now was the enemy's intentions.

Are the undead really planning to besiege a drow city blessed by a goddess?

But it didn't take long for them to be confused, even the figures of undead appeared near the exits in the other directions, and the drow city Rasmuffel was surrounded by undead.

The drow army that was originally formed to conquer the undead was not wasted, and was added to the city defense of the drow city. With the support of a strict military system, they don't worry about the undead being able to rush into the city. Instead, relying on the extremely strong city defense, the dark elves can wait for the undead to be crushed between stone and steel.

The drows, who have always had a tradition of manipulating undead creatures, did not take these walking skeletons seriously. The spirit-binding corpse they made is a master-level method. It can not only awaken the corpse of the dead, but also trap the soul of a certain unlucky ghost in it, and become a living dead enslaved forever.

A large number of undead is a disaster for those who have no danger to defend, but for the drow who rely on the fortified city, it is just a game.

The drow warriors at the bottom may still be immersed in the illusory glory, and even the stupid mistresses who preside over the family council have a general attitude. Only two people who have suffered from the undead The mistress can still keep her head clear and worried about the current situation.

It was another unhappy gathering, and the 7th family council ended the "discussion" amidst the noise. The mistresses of several families who had just taken over the power returned to their residences surrounded by the family priests with satisfaction. Only the two mistresses of the first and fourth families stayed in the meeting hall with solemn expressions.

"This group of idiots went so far as to provoke those undead. I really hope to see their pitiful trembling appearances soon..." The fourth family's Mistress Ferren was originally pure and delicate, but now Vicious and frenzied anger flashed all over his face.

"Come on, Ferlun, stop showing off your vicious mouth! Do you dare to say that you are not responsible for provoking and inciting?" The immobile mistress of the first family, Raisel, glanced at her with disdain. Ferlun's performance didn't leave her any sympathy: "You and I have a deep understanding of the power of that undead! But those idiots didn't see it with their own eyes, so they were provoked by you. Now you What are you going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Could it be that you didn't foresee that the undead would go to war at the beginning of the plan? You really thought that the undead would be your helper and executioner in peace, and help you get rid of these idiots who are in the way?" Raisel laughed nervously. , with an attitude of breaking a jar.

"Raisel, don't forget, you were able to overthrow Lisa Wen and become the mistress of the first family, but it was all because of my support. It really pissed me off, you know what will happen to you yourself!" Fei Erlun put away his disguise, his eyes were full of warning.

"Haha...it's this moment, and you're still thinking about your little tricks. Can you still control this group of undead that have blocked the gate? If you weren't worried about the growth of the second and third families, would you Will you be so kind as to let me sit on the position of the first family mistress? Those two bitches will at most only fight infighting and mess up the city of Rasmurfel. But what about you? Your ambition and incompetence are only It can lead the city of Rasmurfel into ruin..."

Before Rachel could finish her words, she was knocked down by a fierce slap in the face, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of her delicate and sexy lips.

"Bitch, don't piss me off! You should know about Wen Lisa's tragic end, don't you want to follow in her footsteps?" Ferlun rushed to her side angrily, threatening loudly at the top of his lungs.

As soon as Wen Lisha was mentioned, Resil couldn't help but think of that spider elf who seemed human but not human, half paralyzed on the ground, completely limp and paralyzed as if her spine had been extracted. The ferocity just now disappeared, only trembling and weak.

Mistress Ferren's spring smile immediately melted away the ferocity and viciousness on her face, leaving only drow-like kindness and coquettishness. She gently lifted Ressel who could no longer stand alone, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and reminded lightly.

"Raisel, you and I are poor people who are tied together now. Infighting at this time will only allow others to take advantage. Do you think you will live better if you fall into the hands of Carles and Emmantha? Haha... ...You won't be so naive? Cooperate with me, I still need you. Cooperate with them, they will just swallow you up, and then..."

Rachel's delicate body couldn't help trembling slightly, and she leaned weakly on Ferlun's body, bowing her head in silence.

Ripples flashed across Ferren's pure and delicate face, and the nimble fingers that supported Raisel's slender waist moved up one at a time, lightly slid across the perfect curve, and kneaded slowly. Resil, who hadn't escaped from the panic, just raised her pretty face, but only saw a charming pretty face slowly approaching her.

The two equally delicate and hot bodies immediately leaned close together, the shirts were lightly untied, and the body was stretched horizontally.

After a long time, the two black-skinned beauties, hoarse and sweaty, finally rested contentedly.

Ferlon's curvy body and sweet and pure face formed the ultimate temptation, but after the sighing sound, this perfect body was once again hidden under the exquisite costumes. Satisfied, she lightly kneaded Raisel's tender body twice, and then walked away with a light smile.

When the crisp and pleasant sound of heel knocking disappeared in the room, Resil, who was originally very lazy, suddenly opened her narrow and beautiful eyes. The timidity on her face and the softness in the depths of her pupils gradually faded away. Looking at the direction where Ferren disappeared, the corners of her lips twitched slightly, revealing a sneer of contempt.

"They're all a bunch of self-righteous idiots, they're all a bunch of sluts who don't care about life and death! Only me, Resil, is the one with the most sanity. Ah... Great Spider Goddess, please lower your majesty!... Haha , Poor Ferren...the God Empress will surely let the darkness swallow you up, and make your soul struggle in the light!"