The Rise of the Cemetery

The rest of the drow priestesses and priests imitated the example, hurriedly removed the divine power blessings from themselves, searched out the most common style of burqa, and covered themselves up.

At this time, the place where the battle was most intense has been replaced by the mouth of the urn in the rear.

The terrain here is tight and the entrances and exits are narrow. It was originally the second key city defense facility of Drow City, but now it has completely fallen into the hands of the undead.

In addition to more and more vampires, ghosts, and banshees gathering, even some lickers climbed the rock walls on both sides and rushed here.

The dracolich Uzel is still in the rear to direct the follow-up actions of the cemetery units, while Dogosos, who has nothing to do, has already teleported to the pass with several of his servants, the Lich.

The insidious Dogosos commanded the Liches under his command to immediately cast a huge "death cloud spell" around the mouth of the urn, and secretly placed a few more "swamp spells" in the cloud with vicious intentions.

Since this is an underground world, the ground under their feet is mostly a rocky floor as hard as steel, so the effect of the "swamp technique" cast is not obvious, far less than the surface can be turned into a wetland swamp that reaches the thigh. Therefore, he directed the Lich to use small spells such as "Terrain Transformation" to pull up countless "stone walls" that reached the ankle height of underground creatures in the fog of "Death Cloud".

Therefore, under his plot, countless swarms of rout soldiers plunged into this murderous fog that could not distinguish between east, west, north, and south, and fell in it with bloody heads. As a result, the broken soldiers who rushed into the mist could only cough violently while stepping on the body of their companions and continuing to rush outward.

The imperceptibly slowed down speed made the rout soldiers who were following behind them even more dissatisfied, they pushed aside the guys who were in the way, and rushed into the "death cloud technique" without thinking about their own safety.

Standing on the high platform of the pass, Dogosos couldn't help laughing wickedly, his upper and lower jaws colliding with each other without any flesh and blood.

This is not an ordinary "dead cloud technique", but a super "dead cloud" with four or five "dead cloud techniques" superimposed together!

Just like that, these stupid guys who don't know how to write death are still rushing in without thinking. They really think that the slight magic resistance brought by their black skin can help them pass this death line?

"Whoah! A bunch of stupid guys!"

With an extremely comfortable grin, Dogosos began to direct his subordinates to perform "group terror", "wall of pain", and "summon undead" on the fleeing enemies at his feet, while he slowly released the "corruption technique". sac burst".

However, most mages refer to "rotten sac explosion" as "corpse explosion", which is an important reason why necromancers are praised as the best mages on the battlefield.

Seeing the insidious dracolich having a great time, several blood mages who also stood proudly in the pass exchanged glances silently, and silently moved away from him.

They are indeed the most evil Lich, no matter where they are evaluated, they are worthy of the comment of "crazy".

The Gorefiend didn't care. Instead, he jumped onto a crenel, his arms spread wide, and his blood eyes kept scanning the crowded drow soldiers.

He had coveted the sweetness and blood of that drow woman for a long time, and now he must not let her escape secretly.

In his blood sense, those big guys with enough energy and blood can only be called mouth-watering, and those weak individuals, plus malnourished goblins, lizardmen, gray dwarves, and the like, even the blood is smelly, Keep him at arm's length. Only those dark mages with elemental power or divine magicians with divine grace are the sweet delicacies that even the blood is permeated with the breath of bright power.

The soul-binder Karen floated straight over from mid-air, and shouted loudly, "The blood belongs to you, and the soul belongs to me. Shall we cooperate?"

The Gorefiend tilted his head and glanced at him, then remembered that female drow's excellent equipment and impressive magical power, and reluctantly nodded.

With such a good thing, how could the dracolich Dogosus not participate: "The flesh is mine, and I will use her to make my first corpse puppet!"

The Gorefiend and Soulbinder Karen looked at each other, and reluctantly nodded again.

Although these dracolich are not high in level, even now they are barely level 7, but their natural soul power is strong. Their development speed is probably far faster than most undead mercenaries, even some graveyard heroes with low potential are not as good. In particular, the skills they have mastered are also very suitable for killing on the battlefield. Often, a single group injury spell can beat the blood demon who has worked so hard for half a day.

If this continues, even the self-proclaimed tyrannical talent and number one Blood Demon in the Cemetery of Killing Intent will be suppressed by them, and it is even more likely that they will be reduced from the second echelon to the third echelon in the future.

Thinking of this "miserable" future, the blood demon became more and more hungry for the sweet blood of the female drow.

"Found her!"

"There she is!"

"Quack, still want to run?"

The three ferocious demons who had just reached an agreement found the Mistress Amantha, who had concealed herself from the crowd, in different ways, and immediately jumped up into the air, and rushed straight to a cloak that was walking fast against the corner. people.

Although the three of them made the same save, but halfway through, there was an obvious distinction.

The Gorefiend has always been a straight-forward mutated meat shield. Not only did the speed not decrease, but it took advantage of the momentum of the fall to charge more and more to the forefront. Soulbinder Karen's speed decreased slightly when he was in mid-air, and the level 16 clone even rushed out of his body to pounce on the enemy instead of him. And the dracolich Dogosos is a magician, his figure is gradually rising, firmly occupying the direction where the enemy may escape, with black light lingering in his hand, obviously preparing some kind of dark spell.

Three different professions, three different ways to meet the enemy, but none of them is what Mistress Emantha wants to encounter now.

It has been an hour and a half since the city gate fell for the first time. Those whores have agreed to her, let her lead someone to block it for a while, and they will draw the elite of the family behind, and then they will come to reinforce.

"Why didn't I hear such a big lie at the time? Could it be that that bitch Carles has conspired with Ferren? But they don't worry about the undead attacking the city and smashing everything to pieces? Don't they still Is there any special method?" Even at the end of her life, Mistress Emantha, who has been immersed in intrigues and conspiracy daggers all year round, still cannot be freed from countless puzzles.

She threw off the veiled robe that was in the way, and hastily blessed herself with divine grace. With one hand, she shook off the whip of the five-headed snake and lashed at the blood demon that was rushing towards her. With the sharp claws of Karen's avatar, he fought with the enemy with an angry shout.

The fight on the ground was extremely lively, and the black light in the hands of the dracolich Dogosos in the sky was also trembling rhythmically. Every time it trembled, a vicious curse emerged for no reason on Mistress Emantha who was in battle.

It's a pity that under the blessing of divine grace and divine magic aura, these curses were dissipated as soon as they emerged, and it was difficult to truly act on the opponent.

After all, the dracolich has not yet improved in level, and its magic penetration is far inferior to the opponent's tight defense.

Dogosos, who has always been proud and arrogant, immediately became furious. If he didn't make any achievements, how could he lower his face and ask others for spoils in a while. Thinking of this, under his stern voice, several high-ranking Lich servants immediately flew to his side from the pass. These guys stood like a pentagram, with their hands raised high, their thin bodies trembling slightly, and they muttered incessantly, and a conspicuous magic halo lingered around them endlessly.

The aura of mana manifested with the help of ring-casting spells has a very strong auxiliary effect. The curse technique that the dracolich has come to hand with is not something that can be eliminated by a few magic spells.

As the black light vibrated, the types of curses triggered by Mistress Amansha gradually began to superimpose and extend, and even the magical aura around her body was dyed a sour purple. And her resistance is getting weaker and weaker.

To be honest, if the three demons hadn't demanded all of her flesh and soul, under the full attack, she would have been bruised and bruised long ago. Now with the curse of the dracolich, the female drow has little power to resist, which also creates the best chance to take her down completely.

When the Gorefiend rushed forward and locked the thin stabbing sword passing through his chest with his body, Karen's avatar was also bitten by the whip of the snake's head whip, and rushed closer to perform "soul shock" again. When Mother Emmantha woke up from a brief dizziness, the vision in her eyes was completely occupied by the bloody mouth that was stretched to the extreme.

Being rushed by the monstrous blood at close range, Anmansha's spirit was a little shaken and unstoppable. When she woke up again, the demon that terrified her the most was hugging her tightly, crouching beside her neck, tasting her blood noisily.

Vampires will instinctively secrete some kind of mysterious substance when they suck living things, which can effectively paralyze the enemy's resistance. Therefore, Mother Emmantha was fortunate to perceive the flow of blood in her whole body in an extremely awake state. She is worthy of being a level 15 drow priest. Even though her body lost 80% of her blood, her vitality still remained at a baseline without any obvious fading.

Just when she was about to fall numbly into the dark abyss of consciousness, she could still hear a hoarse voice shouting beside her: "Don't suck up her blood! Keep some more...Karen, you Be gentle when extracting the soul later, if she dies prematurely, it will cause her body to decline, and the corpse puppet made in that way will not be perfect..."

This is a noisy and chaotic battlefield, all kinds of strange noises and screams can be heard, but slowly these are gradually moving away from her. Emantha felt that her consciousness was losing all senses to the outside world, and under the action of a strong suction, it fell downwards and kept falling...

Until a deathly darkness!