The Rise of the Cemetery

The battle situation is really anxious.

The casualties caused at every moment are huge, and those who are lost are rare cemetery elites.

Li Xun is also very helpless about this kind of anxiety of sacrificing for victory.

Others may not be aware of the huge price the Great Cemetery paid for this battle, but as the owner of the cemetery, he knows it very well. The wailing of every high-level undead before death resounded in his ears. Perceiving the soul nodes of those high-end combat powers in the soul system to be annihilated in pieces, his heart is bleeding!

Other cemetery warriors may just need to concentrate on fighting bravely. And he, on the one hand, has to cooperate fully with Issa to analyze the mysteries in the Frost Domain, on the other hand, he has to coordinate and command all the cemetery subordinates who are deeply trapped in the domain, and on the other hand, he has to have an overview of the overall situation, thinking about which card to turn over, No card is turned over.

The illusory projection on the front line may still be elegant and calm, but the main body hidden deep in the mage's tower has already had blue veins on his forehead, and he is gnashing his teeth to the point where it cannot be added.

It's too miserable, the beating is too miserable!

The pieces of fly ash wiped out by the Holy Lich and the Legendary Lich were all the most precious Lich, Necromancer, and Blood Warlock in the Necropolis! These high-level arms are far from being able to spend so much, but today, in order to pave the way behind the large cemetery, they can only be cruelly sent to the enemy's butcher's knife bit by bit. The main combat forces on the front line strive for a little respite.

This kind of pain, this kind of suffering, is not the person involved, and it is impossible to understand what happened.

Although Li Xun has already understood that "kindness does not command soldiers", "the road to victory is covered with bones"... these great truths, but when all the orders come from his own mouth, all the sacrificed subordinates are delivered by himself. On the front line, his heartbeat was still accelerating uncontrollably, his blood was rushing, and even his breathing was heavy and clear.

But at the moment when he was depressed, resentful and suffering, the real danger had come.

In the mage tower at this moment, it is a lively and busy scene.

In the lobby on the first floor, a group of dracolich gathered around Master Kel'Thuzad, pointing at the battle situation in several magical water mirrors, arguing fiercely...

Teams of high-level Lich gathered into scattered small circles, trying to cast spells to promote the efficient operation of the mage tower, using consciousness to guide the surging elemental energy to gather, shape, and then bombard the locked target...

Countless beautiful and gorgeous banshees float around the outside of the hall, quietly waiting for the assignment from the superior...

A group of blood warlocks sometimes turned into blood bats, and sometimes returned to human form, busy delivering information in the mage tower and the command center of the city hall...

The tall and ferocious semi-illusory undead guarded all over the mage tower with a huge death scythe far larger than itself, and their bright blood pupils scanned every undead that passed by...

Li Xun sat calmly on the throne of bones in the magic hall on the second floor without moving, and his mind was completely focused on the projection of the soul in the distance. Serving closely beside him are a group of deceased people wearing purple and black monk robes.

As a special unit up to Tier 6 in the cemetery, the combat power of these dead is not outstanding, and they are even pitifully weak, unable to beat even a Tier 1 skeleton warrior in the cemetery. But from the beginning of their birth, they were filled with fanaticism and devotion to die for Li Xun. It can be said that they are the most devout fanatics in the entire cemetery who believe in the Lord of the cemetery.

Due to their special status, their power is rarely used in general cemetery battles. The only commendable record is the time when the 43rd plane of the abyss world cursed and killed the plane lord Silgay. This was the only time they made a move, and every time they made a move, they gave the Great Cemetery a level 19 abyssal demon.

The most fanatical followers of the Lord of the Cemetery, this group of deceased people never have to go to war, and rarely deal with the outside world. The only hobby they have every day is to hide in the simple temple they built with their own hands, facing the statue of Li Xun Pray devoutly. This is also the only way for them to improve their strength.

Li Xun didn't pay much attention to them at first, so he didn't know much about their actions. It was also recently that the deceased suddenly advanced and shocked the soul system, which made him discover what they did. For such a group of fanatics, Li Xun has mixed feelings in his heart, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

To be honest, at the beginning they only sketched out such an extreme troop template by rushing to the only "Death Prayer" they mastered. Unexpectedly, they independently discovered such a wonderful way of evolution outside of their own attention.

"Messenger of Death".

Just as many accusers surrounded Li Xun and prayed silently in front of Li Xun, an inconspicuous shadow was slowly approaching under them.

So close, really close.

A pair of strange eyes suddenly appeared in the shadow at the foot of a deceased person, and through the staggered gaps in the body, they focused their gaze on the fragile body that was half-lying and half-lying on the high throne.

Wearing a moon-white robe, an old face, long snow-white beard, and a strangely shaped long staff leaning against the side of the throne of bones, this form is exactly the main figure that the master has repeatedly explained. Beside him, two thin human figures covered in exquisite and gorgeous monk robes stood silently, in stark contrast to the fanatical faces of the deceased around him.

The shadow eye blinked a few times, then quickly disappeared again.

The deceased may have sensed it, and looked around suspiciously, but found nothing unusual, and then inexplicably closed his eyes again and entered a state of selflessness in devout prayer.

The figure lurking in the shadows breathed a sigh of relief. Relying on the shadow movement of innate instinct, it moved towards its target bit by bit in the depths of the shadows under the victims.

With its ability as a holy-level shadow assassin, it is only a matter of two or three fingers to strangle the more than 30 weird and helpless monks in front of him. But for some reason, every time it sees these strange monks, it will feel an inexplicable fear and shrink from the bottom of its heart, as if it is facing a soul-stirring messenger of death.

Roland, who never dared to take his intuition lightly, became more cautious. Obviously, a shadow could jump and appear under the target, but it took half an hour to move over bit by bit.

This mastermind really makes it easy to find.

I thought it was in the tall and spacious palace of bones, but unfortunately only a group of mutated undead with strange shapes were found inside. It is said that there are also one or two high-level undead at the commander level.

For this well-protected necromancer tower, if it hadn't relied on the legendary treasure Death Moon Orb temporarily lent to it by its master to charm a mutated vampire (blood warlock), it might not be so easy to sneak in.

The vigilance of this undead force is so strict and there are so many mutated undead that even the holy assassin who has followed Sazastan for thousands of years is astonished.

"But since I'm allowed in, then that so-called Psychic Angelet, you just wait to die!" With a little complacency, Roland, the Holy Shadow Assassin, tiptoed to the target's body.

It is understandable that the other party did not activate any protection. After all, he, the lord of the undead, probably didn't expect that there would be enemies sneaking in in the well-defended mage tower on his side. This can save yourself a lot of trouble.

Sensing at a close distance, the target has an undisguised breath of life, which shows that the target is not an undead creature. It is really incredible that the leader of such a group of pure undead is not an undead!

After spending so much effort, it seems that now I only need to lean forward to harvest this target, but because the matter is so important, I should be more cautious.

Roland squinted his eyes slightly, and quickly scanned the surroundings of the target secretly. He only dared to slowly perceive the possible hidden defenses of the opponent with his peripheral vision, especially paying attention to the belts, brooches, bracelets, pendants and other magic accessories that were directly attached to the body. If the other party hides some "stand-in dolls", "death Barbie" and other death-preserving treasures, these parts are the most likely hiding places.

As a spellcaster, it is inevitable that some triggers to avoid danger will be fixed, and there may be some resurrection methods that outsiders do not know. Therefore, it really requires some special means to completely kill a high-level spellcaster.

Some spellcasters like to add fixed-point teleportation to trigger spells, some like stone skin or steel body, and some will set advanced dispel spells... and so on, but no matter which one is the pursuit of a one-hit must-have Kill the Assassin's favorite.

Therefore, high-end mages are extremely difficult to kill. If you are not prepared for the target, if you wipe it down with a knife, the target may disappear from your face dying. And a few fingers later, a wrath mage covered in clothes and blessed with colorful protective spells will appear in front of you, making you regret your previous recklessness for the rest of your life.

Since he opened his eyes on a cold and hard stone platform 1300 years ago, Roland has never escaped from the shadow of his body, and even helped his master snipe and kill enemies one after another. Among them are the leaders of some large forces, or the master of a mage tower.

However, the sum of all these dangers may not be as great as this mission.

Surrounded by those strange monks with strange shapes, Roland had a feeling that they were a group of lunatics, a group of extremely dangerous lunatics. And now, I am going to kill the "master" of their pious faith under the eyes of these lunatics, I am afraid...

Just when Roland was hesitating, the Death Moon Magic Orb tightly held in his left hand vibrated slightly again, and the hoarse and ugly voice of the Legendary Lich sounded in his mind again.

"Hurry up, the situation here is terrible. You have to kill that damned Angelet, so that we can turn the situation around. Hurry up, move fast!..."

Sazastan's yelling continued, but the Holy Order Shadow Assassin ignored the latter words.

"Quick! How fast? It's not you who are surrounded by a group of lunatics." Roland secretly slandered indignantly.

However, the bondage from the soul contract prevented him from disobeying his master's orders, so Roland closed his eyes tightly, without thinking or desire, and with a nimble shake of his right hand, the soul dagger appeared at his fingertips.

kill!

With a shout from the bottom of his heart, Roland emerged from the shadow under the psion as soon as he grew.

Holding the Death Moon Magic Orb tightly in his left hand, invisible space ripples rippling in the void, interfering with all space teleportation and soul transfer within ten meters around him, while the soul dagger in his right hand had already penetrated deeply into his body when he appeared. In the back of the head of "Angrit".

The power of shadow erupted, and the berserk power almost instantly destroyed all vitality in this brain, and turned the flesh and blood in the brain into a blood sauce.

It's done!