The Rise of the Cemetery

When the shadow dwarf assassin laboriously tore off the pieces of sticky spiderweb fragments from his body, the sounds of battle in the black smoke that could not be seen beyond his fingers had already stopped abruptly.

These nasty spider silks are too sticky, and if it wasn't for the protective rune shroud, Oro would have to tear them off along with his own flesh and blood. Even so, after working for a long time, his body was still covered with broken white spider silks here and there, completely dressing him up as a funny clown.

Thinking of the cold, stern and ruthless image abandoning him, Oro felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart.

As a genius killer rarely seen in the world of shadow assassins, he was reduced to pretending to be crazy and acting as a bait. The master's attitude of using bean buns as a dry food made him complain a lot. But when he heard the crisp and sweet sound of heels hitting the ground from the shadows, he quickly put the dissatisfaction and complaints in his heart, and tried hard to squeeze a gentle smile on his face.

But a smile wrapped in a thick shroud, even if someone saw it, would probably only be frightened into cardiac arrest.

Younu's tall and fit figure paused in front of the shadow dwarf assassin Oro. After the dull bang, the huge body of the witcher spider hit the ground, stirring up endless dust. When the dust finally cleared away, You Nu's figure had already disappeared on the spot.

Oro sighed silently.

Once upon a time, he was the shadow assassin feared by everyone in the undead world, but now, has he been reduced to the point where he is both a bait and a coolie.

Casually attracting a few hatreds, he lifted up the scarred corpse of the Demon Hunting Spider, and sneaked back towards the rear. Along the way, the spider's weakly hanging limbs dragged deep scratches on the ground...

At this moment, the battlefield has actually completely fallen under the control of the cemetery.

Although at every moment, the number of undead lost on the battlefield is an astonishing number, which also includes the efforts and lives of many undead mercenaries. But in the small battlefield that the cemetery really cares about, the news of victory is sent back one by one.

A small victory is a weak and insignificant firefly, but when these small victories accumulate, they converge into a sea of ​​fireflies after one day.

The Balrog fell, the Demon Hunter fell, and the Frost Giant became a stepping stone for the Gorefiend to advance. The flipped small battles turned into hard gravels that shook the entire battle, making the demons more and more frightened, and the undead fighting more and more powerfully, and the battlefield situation began to show an obvious trend of overturning.

However, the core of the entire battle was the battle between the 20th-level holy-rank Barlow flame demon Serge and the 20-level holy-rank soul demon Tafin. This battle is the core battle that is truly decisive.

The elites of the cemetery who have been liberated one after another and the heroes of the cemetery who have come here from the bloody storm gathered here to form a steel army. The desperate shock again and again.

It can also be seen how difficult it is to kill a holy abyssal demon.

The surrounding demons have gradually been emptied. Looking around, within the visible range of the peripheral line of sight, there are elite troops of the Great Cemetery everywhere, and they have surrounded it layer by layer.

And the Lich Spellcasting Group that had freed up their hands worked hard to prop up multiple barriers, cutting off the opponent's retreat from all angles, especially restricting the ability of the holy demons to teleport through space.

This is the most important thing in the strangulation battle.

Once the plane lord is allowed to find a gap to escape back to the indifferent fortress, this exhausting plane conquest can only fall into a protracted tug-of-war. So even if half of the elite troops were paid for this, the Great Cemetery would strangle this disaster to death in its arms.

All the spellcasters of skilled curses and space spells gathered here, and there were as many as seven evil rituals that performed vicious curses on Taffin. As the devil's blood and scattered pieces of meat overflowing from Lord Taffin's body were sent to the backcourt, the level of the entire curse ceremony was immediately raised to the extreme.

Even Karthus, the singer of death, went off in person, set up a huge plague cauldron, put the flesh of various evil creatures into it, and added a lot of disgusting materials that looked extremely uncomfortable. Cooked up. While the blood and flesh were stewing, he also led a group of Lich around the plague cauldron, chanting words, all kinds of vicious and evil prayers made people's faces turn pale.

The flesh and blood of the lord of the plane, Taffin, is hanging on the top of the plague cauldron. At this moment, it has been infected by the evil aura escaping from it into a black sauce, with green toxins and purple-black curses appearing from time to time. Power.

When the hot soup in the plague pot was boiling, the tumbling green soup was so cloudy that it was impossible to distinguish the ingredients and seasonings inside, but from time to time there were swollen eyeballs after cooking, pale and swollen zombie arms, and terrifying demon heads coming from inside. Roll it out and float on it, sinking and floating.

There was an indescribably terrible smell over the scene.

This smell is so terrible that it has almost killed all creatures with a sense of taste. At least one of the blood mages had the attitude of coming to learn. Just after stepping within 30 meters of the plague cauldron, the person had already turned into a green goblin-like creature, and his face was constantly changing. If he hadn't run fast, he would have been killed by the terrible smell in an instant.

With the collective efforts of everyone in the cemetery, Taffin, the plane lord of the battle of trapped beasts, has been slashed again and again, and his ability to kill the swarming undead creatures has gradually weakened.

The tactic of killing the strong that the Necropolis had previously explored in the underground world of Klein Continent was staged again. The waves of attacks formed by the lickers and ghosts arranged in dense attack waves did not leave Taffin at all. Take any respite.

What is even more frightening is the soul clone mixed in with the soul guard Serge. The biggest injuries that Taffin suffered were thanks to "it".

Taffin was trapped in the middle of the sea of ​​corpses, and there were already thick and dense piles of undead corpses piled up around him. Even though he was roaring angrily, he still couldn't change the reality of being surrounded and beaten. A strong challenge to Silgay is like sinking into the sea, not even a splash. Silge, as always, silently calmed down the terrible injury left by Taffin at the beginning of the game in the distance.

The half-hour at the beginning was a painful time called purgatory. After all, the excellent magic resistance brought by the origin of Balor's demon was still unable to compete with the legendary wand. Every time he hits the hard frame head-on, Hilgay's flaming body has to undergo different degrees of distortion and deformation. And when he was distracted from resisting this shaping force, it was the moment when Taffin judged the soul demon to attack wildly.

The body of Barlow, which is comparable to the hardest steel, twisted and expanded under the control of different forces, and even the thick and solid bronze armor on the outside was crushed and deformed. How can a defense that is damaged before a battle resist the steel whip and iron fist of a holy demon? If it wasn't for Silgay's frequent soul clones instead of himself to withstand Taffin's attacks, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to last the terrifying half an hour at all.

Therefore, when Farina, the Prophet of Death, came swarming with ghosts and ghosts, Sir Gai's huge body had been beaten to pieces, and his flesh and blood were mutilated.

Farina's ultimate move of driving evil spirits combined with a large number of real ghosts is simply a combination made in heaven. The real group of ghosts mixed with the phantoms of evil spirits overwhelmingly created a small ghost realm, making Taffin miserable in it.

The chaotic elemental vortex directly destroyed the stability of the elements around the holy-level demons, leaving Taffin's remaining spells with no room to play. The tumbling and stirring ghosts and ghosts roared back and forth inside, every time they passed through the body, the demon's life would be lost.

The holy demon Tafin was like a giant bear that fell into the water suddenly. Despite struggling, attacking, and roaring hard, he still couldn't break himself out of the predicament.

When Farina's ultimate move finally came to an end, Silgay had also escaped from Taffin's captivity, and retreated to the periphery in time, and a large number of undead had also formed an attack formation, and began to attack the demon.

Unable to rush out, and being restricted by the demon teleportation technique, Taffin also tried to leave from midair by flapping his tattered demon flesh wings. It's a pity that it was also firmly controlled by the bone dragon team that had returned from victory. Several bone dragons swooped down from high altitude in turn, and there was no room for the demons to fight and parry.

With the return of elite teams from the outlying cemetery, the blockade line became denser and thicker. When the scarred Black Blade Knights also entered the battlefield, the end of the holy demon Taffin would come.

The desire to besiege and kill a top powerhouse has been realized today.

The lord of the plane, the holy demon, and Tafin finally died in battle under the unique Frostmourne (imitation) of Alsace of the Ebon Blade Knights. The ferocious and tyrannical bloodthirsty spirit of words.

The death of a plane lord is undoubtedly extremely shocking, let alone such an aggrieved and tragic death.

Death Song Karthus, Necromancer Kel'Thuzad, Death Prophet Farina, as well as the dracolich and high-ranking Lich who came after hearing the news surrounded the corpses of the holy demons, spitting Splashers start scrambling for these top-notch demonic materials. Even the Gorefiend who was fighting far outside hurried back, roaring and demanding all the blood of the devil.

Other materials are fine, they are all good comrades-in-arms who usually hang around, and no one is willing to do such dirty things with shame. But today is very different. What was in front of him was the remains of a level 20 holy demon. Any part of his body could bring an intuitive increase in strength to everyone present.

Not to mention anything else, the blood of the devil alone can make the blood demon quickly settle down after being promoted and his mental body is still not stable, and jump to a terrifying existence of level 17 in one fell swoop. This is a transition method without any sequelae! If the Gorefiend is willing to give up a liter and a half, he might be able to raise Hera and a few of his longest-serving subordinates directly to the threshold of level 15.

As for the soul of a holy demon, not only Death Prophet Farina coveted it, but even Karthus and Kel'Thuzad were reluctant to let it go. As for Soulbinder Karen and those dracoliches and liches, they can only drool while looking at them, and there is no room for them to participate in the distribution of spoils.

As for the remains of holy demons, even after all kinds of essences have been extracted, they still have great value. Whether made into special corpse puppets, or disassembled piecemeal into demonic materials, they are all rare materials that spellcasters dream of.