The Rise of the Cemetery

In the world of wizards, in a vast forest on the edge of Kashner County, a life-and-death chase like a cat and a mouse is going on.

A series of resident birds in the vast and majestic primeval forest were startled flying, and they flew and sang in the nearby forest tops, breaking the usual tranquility of the forest. And in the dark dense forest with stretching branches, vines everywhere, and overgrown bushes, a figure in a state of embarrassment is stumbling forward.

The gorgeous wizard robes on his body have been torn in strips, and even the pointed hat that represents his identity has been thrown away in nowhere in the jungle. The high and swollen forehead and the bruised and broken lips all showed the difficulty and haste of his escape. Even so, while he was trying to run forward, he kept looking back, as if he was chasing some terrible monster behind him.

This place is already close to the edge of the jungle, and the trees seem to be a bit sparse. The bright sunlight spills into the forest through the scattered branches and leaves, leaving mottled light and shadow.

Although Lin Nei was still very dim, he could already see things clearly.

During the hasty run, the fleeing wizard revealed an equally terrifying body under his tattered clothes. The abscesses were full of bruises and thick juices, and there was a faint cloud of gray gas. Most of his body was festered, and blood and pus dripped all the way behind him.

And he has lost the respect and pride of being a wizard, and the shrewdness and wisdom he once saw in his bright eyes can no longer be seen, only indescribable fear and despair remain.

To be able to pull out the palm of that devil all the way, he no longer dared to have more extravagant hopes. To be honest, being able to escape here safely has really made him feel incredible.

The former companions, all the high-spirited wizard partners who wanted to eradicate evil spirits, and the "future great wizards" who talked with themselves about their ideals and ambitions, fell at the feet of the enemy in pain and despair.

The three days and two nights in the depths of the jungle became a nightmare he would never forget.

One by one, the partners fell, disappeared, and when they reappeared, they had become ugly and terrifying ghouls, and in turn joined the ranks of attacking them. When the ghouls could be vaguely identified from their crooked, festered faces, he broke down!

When his partners were still fighting hard in the jungle, condensing fireballs and ice spears to attack the enemy, he fled shamefully. When he left the battlefield behind, when the fighting all over the sky gradually stopped, his soul also sank.

Along the way, he stumbled, without the slightest sense of protection, without the slightest sense of resistance. He was frightened and stunned by the previous tragic battle. I can no longer recall the familiar spells and witchcraft. The wizard's robe was torn by the bushes, his forehead was bruised and swollen from the tree branch, and his feet were also drenched with blood from gravel and broken logs. But he didn't seem to have the slightest feeling, and he wanted to leave this jungle quickly.

The dark wind was always blowing behind him, which made him panic all day long, and he didn't dare to stay in any place for a nap.

While running in a hurry, he didn't realize at all that every time a ray of sunlight casts on his body through the dense branches and leaves, it will stir up a curl of green smoke, and then there will be a festering wound on his body.

The urgency and panic occupied his entire mind, causing him to lose all the rationality of a wizard, and rushed out of the vast jungle amidst the scent of birdsong and flowers.

Suddenly, the tall jungle came to an abrupt end. Below the gentle shallow slope is a piece of green grass. In the distance, you can see the sharp corners of the small village wooden houses and the curling smoke.

The warm sunshine poured down from the sky, gently caressing his whole body, the warmth that should have made him joyful turned into the most vicious curse at this moment. He was like a poor creature thrown into a pool of sulfuric acid, screaming in pain and despair, thick white smoke rising from his body, accompanied by the sound of rotting flesh and blood.

After a while, a dry bone with only a few charred bones left scattered on the ground, buried in the fragrance of birds and flowers.

And at the moment of his death, on a dead battlefield deep in the jungle, a cloaked man wandering around among the corpses suddenly stopped for a moment, sensing the dark curse that suddenly erupted in the distance. Then he sneered a few times, and focused his attention on the spoils in front of him.

The wizards who were killed by the sneak attack this time were obviously of much higher quality than the previous group. Some of them might be able to transform into corpse witches, and at the last time they could reach the level of skeleton wizards. The human warriors that came with the team were all of the level of ghouls, skeleton warriors, and zombie warriors. Among the undead creatures, they could be considered the best of low-level cannon fodder.

It's a pity that the materials are still scarce, otherwise Baoding would be able to summon a few black warriors.

With a whistle, several ugly ghouls covered in slime jumped down from the nearby forest tops. Under his command, they dragged out the corpses they liked, followed him, and staggered into the forest again. Into the depths of the vast jungle.

His temporary camp was in a low cave.

A dozen or so ragged and ugly zombies loyally guarded the entrance of the cave, and drove away the jungle beasts that strayed into the cave. It can be seen from the broken and messy armor and cloth shirts that they were the personal guards and attendants of those mighty wizards during their lifetime. It's just that at this moment, they have become loyal servants of another "master".

There aren't many things in the cave, just a magic circle lingering in gray air flickering in the center of the open space.

There is no way, the magic materials carried by Death Song Karthus are only enough to draw this undead circle.

If Death Song, who has just come to another world and is not outstanding in combat power, can resist the pursuit of the damn wizards without the assistance of powerful servants. So as soon as he gained a firm foothold, he decisively completed the construction of this undead circle.

Relying on the powerful curse power and the undead creatures transformed by the necromancer circle, he finally successfully counterattacked and killed two wizard teams who came to strangle him, and now it's time for him to reap the rewards.

Most of the witch weapons found in the wizard's storage pocket were not for him to use at all, so he had to throw them aside regrettably. The only things that could help were the spell materials. However, the spell-casting materials here are obviously very different from those in Klein Continent. It is extremely troublesome to carefully analyze the nature and special effects of them before using them.

However, the help of external things is trivial, since they can't find anything that can satisfy them, then they can use their own bodies to make up for it!

With the most vicious thoughts in mind, Karthus directed the ghouls to put all the picked "materials" into the magic circle on the ground, and then carefully activated the magic circle of the undead.

Since there is no cemetery city here, those cemetery units that are used to it can't be obtained directly, so Karthus can only return to his old job of necromancer and use the specially modified alchemy circle Complete the concoction of undead creatures.

Without lickers, ghouls can get along just fine. Without hatred, the zombies turned around and took on the leading role again. If these middle and high-level wizards in front of him hadn't been specially cursed by Karthus in the drinking water source, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to take them down at all. So when using it at the moment, Karthus is extraordinarily gentle and careful.

This place will soon be abandoned, otherwise sooner or later, the great wizards will block the door. The following battles will be dominated by guerrilla warfare, and those stupid and slow zombies will have to be discarded sooner or later, so the subsequent transformation will mainly focus on fast-moving and powerful mid-level undead creatures. The corpses of the three high-ranking wizards might be transformed into corpses, but due to limited materials, they could only try their best, and the success rate was not too high.

With deep resentment, Karthus immersed himself in the Necromancer Circle.

As a newly grown hero of the dracolich clan, Death Song Karthus' background is still too shallow to create a special alchemy circle dedicated to the transformation of the undead. This was the knowledge he had exchanged for the necromancer Kel'Thuzad with the resources he had accumulated at the beginning of his departure in order to enhance his auxiliary role.

But as soon as he got this magic circle, Karthus became deeply infatuated with it.

Kel'Thuzad is indeed the guy who is most proficient in necromancy in the entire necropolis. Just from the knowledge contained in this undead circle, Karthus can deduce that he must have reached the level of a master.

Controlling the Necromancer Circle, Karthus decided to concoct the corpses of the three high-level wizards first.

These high-level wizards are indeed worthy of being the masters of the wizards. The manipulation of elemental particles has reached the point where practice makes perfect, and the skills are close to the point. Klein mainland mages cast spells almost strictly in accordance with a fixed mental frequency to fit the elemental vibrations, use mental power to describe a fixed spell model, infuse the elements into it, and supplement it with appropriate spells and gestures to make the spell explode in the designated area.

Most of this is done in a conservative manner, according to the optimized spellcasting mode for thousands of years, which does not contain much room for personal exertion.

However, wizards in the wizarding world are more low-level spellcasters, and rarely apply fixed spell structures. Of course, it may also be related to the fact that the knowledge here is too expensive. When they cast spells, they often directly drive the most primitive elemental particles, and then decide its specific attack form at the moment of attack. Therefore, the fighting style is very flexible, and it is difficult to be countered.

The two different forms of spellcasting have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult to evaluate them objectively. However, there is one thing that is very popular with Karthus, that is, they are too partial.

When choosing their low-level spells, the orthodox mages of the Klein Continent often take into account the differences in spellcasting in various environments, and reasonably match the spell combinations that suit them among the many spells, which has strong adaptability and fault tolerance. But wizards often prefer a certain kind of elemental particle that is more friendly, and go all the way to the dark, to tap the potential of this elemental particle to the end. This causes them to be either long and offensive, or long and defensive. Everyone has shortcomings, large or small, and it is easy for people to find opportunities to advance.

Like the previous two batches of wizarding teams, it was the lack of awareness of poisons and curses that allowed Karthus to easily succeed. He could not find a chance to break out at full strength even if he tortured them to death.