The Rise of the Cemetery

At the beginning of the negotiation, the young mage had already seen the bottom line of Madam Ferren's negotiation. The only thing he didn't know now was the hole card in the other party's hand.

Since Mistress Ferren dared to come to her door unscrupulously, even though what came was just a "simulacrum", it also showed that she must have a trump card in her hand that could frighten the young mage. Otherwise, if she thinks that just a few empty threats and promises of benefits can frighten her heart away and destroy the undead in this drow city, it will only show her naivety and ridiculousness.

Would it be naive for a Matron to nearly control a drow city?

This is a problem that doesn't exist!

Therefore, the young sorcerer, who had been leisurely, simply slowly realized how a scheming "old politician" turned his back on ethics with a relaxed mind. After all, a mature woman who looks innocent but is actually obscene is so pleasing to the eye whether she speaks harshly or confesses her heart to her heart. Of course, the premise is that you can ignore every alarmist word uttered from her beautiful red lips!

Perhaps it was the attitude of the young mage that made the other party understand something. After the wonderful performance, this "simulation", which is almost like a real person, finally stopped talking meaninglessly.

Mistress Drow, who had always been accustomed to hiding her schemes behind her back, finally understood that the young mage in front of her was sophisticated and calm, which was different from her apparent age. To achieve your goal, apart from understanding what the young mage wants, the rest depends on whether your hole cards can make the other party retreat.

So, after going around for a while, the problem returned to the original problem.

"Mr. Basar, you have made such a fuss, what do you want?"

"I will get what I want by myself, and it only takes two days."

"Mr. wants too much, aren't you afraid you won't be able to eat it?"

"If you can eat it or not, you have to eat it to know. Why don't you wait and see, mistress!"

"Wait?" Mistress Ferren looked around blankly, her eyes finally changed a bit: "Mr. Basar, we are located in the central area of ​​Rasmufer City, but you Look now..."

The pain in Mistress Drow's eyes didn't know how real or fake, but her worry was real. Standing on the terrace and looking into the distance, the entire underground city was plunged into the dark shadows. According to the perception of these powerful people, there was no breath of life within a radius of one mile.

This drow city has become an out-and-out dead city.

Although as long as the undead recede, the drows will eventually restore the city, but that will be hundreds of years later.

In the dark and lightless underground world, water, food, and population are always scarce resources.

And all of this is based on having a basic and stable living security. If Zall can't show the strength to protect its own city, no matter how much it promises, it will be difficult to attract the homeless, let alone form a benign living circle.

Drow is a non-productive fighting race, and pursues a tough policy that all people are soldiers and do not want the weak. This doomed them to need a servant race ten times their population. Without the cannon fodder of slaves who take what they can, the nearby minerals cannot be mined, the accumulated metal cannot be turned into machetes and shields, and the swords and equipment damaged in battle cannot be maintained. Such a horrible life is something that every drow dare not Imagined disaster.

But now, what they need to worry about more is their own lives.

Not only were the undead swarming in larger numbers than they had imagined, but they were also amazed at the qualities they displayed in battle. This kind of undead army can't be pieced together even if all the drow cities are searched and cleaned. I'm afraid it is one of the best elite army in the undead kingdom on the surface, right?

Lacking an effective information collection system, coupled with the fact that she rarely cared about the changes in the pattern outside the underground world, this scheming Mistress Ferren has never been able to figure out the identity of the young mage. What kind of noble background can make those Liches of the Undead Council hand over such an important elite soldier to a young man in his early twenties, and let him stir up wind and rain outside?

This kind of reuse seems to be impossible to support just by being a disciple of a holy necromancer. Therefore, when the initial information was wrong, even if Mistress Ferren used some hidden agents on the ground, she would not be able to obtain any useful information.

If she had known that the other party had such a big appetite and ambition, why would she bother to tease him. Now the mistresses who were against her fell down one by one, but in the end, they did not move in a direction that was beneficial to her, but instead turned into an out-of-control steel chariot, trying to run her over.

"Mr. Basar, if you leave Rasmurfel now, you will not be held accountable for everything in the past. But if you continue like this, you will face the wrath of the great goddess!"

"The anger of the goddess? How angry will it be?"

The young mage's contempt for the drow gods finally completely angered the drow mistress who used power to seek power. No follower of the Spider Goddess would bend the knee to the blasphemer, and even if she was smashed to pieces, she would use the madness of a fanatic to defend the unshakable dominance of the goddess in her heart.

"Lord Rose! Mortals, you must understand that the glory of the great goddess cannot be profaned! You..."

Just when Mistress Ferren stood up suddenly and uttered the most severe threat to the young mage, a strange, inexplicable ripple suddenly appeared in the space under her feet. And she, who was affected by the ripples, was like a projection with an unstable power supply, and the entire simulacra suddenly appeared fragmented and stuck.

Before she lowered her head to examine the strange changes in the space under her feet, another more violent ripple in space swayed. This time, her simulacrum could no longer feel any thought fluctuations in the distance, and her whole body began to stretch and tear from side to side, revealing the fantastic light and shadow inside her body.

When the simulacra of the entire drow mistress completely disappeared, a talisman with a simple shape and violent fluctuations in magic power was revealed in front of the young mage.

The young mage waved his hand and captured the amulet in front of his eyes with the invisible hand of the mage. After careful identification, the previous knowledge of "Magic Item Identification" was finally not in vain, and finally recognized that it was a second-level magic item—the mirror image amulet.

The mirror image formed by the general mirror image spell cannot truly simulate all the characteristics and attributes of the target. It is not in a battle where every second counts, and it is difficult to hide from orthodox mages with real vision or magic vision. Came into being.

After copying the target with the mirror image spell, as long as the mirror image amulet is put into the body of the mirror image, it can perfectly fool most of the checks of detecting spells, and it can be used as a weak clone. The Drow family is really rich and powerful, and such a high-quality magic item can be used as a one-time thing, which really makes the young mage shake his head and sigh.

However, when the young mage closed his hands together, a burst of air bubbles engulfed the "mirror image talisman". The opponent wants to use the mirror image talisman to show the simulacrum flawlessly, and it is inevitable to leave his own life breath inside. And these things fell into the hands of a necromancer... Hehe, I really should teach her how to deal with a senior necromancer!

A resentful banshee emerged from her side, took the air bubble with both hands, lifted it lightly, and flew into the lobby of the tavern, where several high-level chaos lords began to draw a complicated curse circle in a corner of the lobby. And in the central area of ​​the lobby, a huge magic circle that flickers on and off is emitting some kind of spatial ripples in the dark.

The moment the magic circle was opened, the intensity of this spatial fluctuation was gradually pushed up. But when it reached a certain node, it began to fall back slowly, and gradually stabilized at a fixed frequency, affecting the spatial structure around the city in some imperceptible way.

At this moment, this drow city has truly become an isolated city, and all long-distance teleportation spells that are not from the cemetery will be banned. Even if those drow mistresses can still contact the backer behind them - the Spider Goddess, the difficulty for the other party to lower the clone or projection will increase linearly. And everything that happened here, under the magical anti-prophecy-like enchantment effect, was also difficult to be directly perceived by the narrow-minded goddess.

After doing all this, the dispatched cemetery teams were also ordered to retreat. If the opponent really has any hole cards in their hands, they should be forced out at this time!

The two dracolich who were the first to rush back were driven into the hall at the feet of the young mage. Their level is still too low, not suitable for a possible battle for a while, it is better to let them be in charge of strengthening the curse circle in the lobby. The young mage led all the cemetery elites to move forward, pushing the battle line to the vicinity of the area where the previous big families were located.

If the young mage's estimation is good, the opponent's hole card should be in the residence of the first or fourth family. As for what it is, I am afraid that it will only be known at first sight after the war begins!

As the cemetery elite moved forward in mid-air, a large number of cemetery creatures on the ground began to move forward in unison under the command of the leader and leader.

Of course, the ones rushing to the forefront are the well-deserved lickers of the cannon fodder.

These bouncing and nimble guys are like a white wave, quickly covering all the areas in front of them. Whether it's the streets, the houses, or the steep and rough rock walls, they can jump freely everywhere. In this way, even if the enemy has any traps, they will be completely thrown out by them.

And occupying the mid-air of the entire underground city are countless ghosts and resentful souls, one by one, walking back and forth between countless barriers, houses, and strongholds, stepping on almost every inch of space, and never letting anyone go. A hidden passage and chamber.

Under their mercury-like searches and investigations, the panorama that was fed back to the young mage's mind became more and more detailed, and the detection of the entire terrain was completely accurate to the centimeter level.