The Rise of the Cemetery

Undead world.

The cold wind howled in the gloomy sky, and the ground was full of ugly figures wandering aimlessly all day long.

However, at this moment, on this remote frozen wasteland, at a broken altar that can no longer be seen, two undead with disproportionate figures are communicating silently.

From the appearance, Cook is an ordinary bone skeleton in the undead world, and there is nothing special about that body of bones. The only thing that can distinguish it from ordinary skeletons is the white bone crown on the smooth skull, which symbolizes the power of the king.

However, the one who communicated with it relatively silently was a typical colossal creature. Judging from its size and outline, it was the corpse dragon known for its tyrannical physical strength among undead creatures.

As the closest two of the thirteen kings of the undead world, Bone King Cook and Corpse Dragon Moam made a special trip here to investigate the sudden outbreak of the Holy Light Invasion.

As the source of the invasion of the Holy Light, this simple altar has been destroyed in disgrace. It can be seen that the priest who built this place did not intend to fulfill his obligations seriously. The entire altar can be called a typical example of shoddy construction, and it cannot carry too much power at all.

"Did you find anything?" The corpse dragon Moam lowered his huge head, and communicated with Cook silently with spiritual words.

His size is too large, he is 30 meters away from head to tail. On such occasions, if he moves his body casually, he can blow up a whirlwind of flying sand and rocks. In order not to disturb Cook's search, Moam could only curl up and stand aside, looking like a terrifying and hideous hill from a distance.

"Most of the traces here have been annihilated by the power shock at that time, and it is difficult to find any useful clues... Wait, what is this?"

With a casual throw of Cook's slender bone hand, the remaining boulder used as the base of the altar was lifted away, and a piece of black armor the size of a palm came out from underneath.

Moam stretched out his huge head, raised his nose and sniffed twice.

"A very pure breath of death. It is impossible for ordinary undead to have such a pure breath of death. Do you mean that there was a high-level undead of the lord level here?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is most likely a damaged piece of armor. Judging from the standard, it probably belongs to the undead knight. It seems that we have to ask, who has recently dispatched a high-level undead knight I have been to this area. As far as I know, Vilaenf Oye has an organization of undead knights under his command."

"Understood, I'm going to meet Vilaenfer Eye right now, and we'll meet here in seven days."

"Okay. It just so happened that one of my subordinates, the zombie lord, once reported that there is a team of terrifying undead knights active here who can't find out where they came from. Maybe the things here have something to do with them. I'll take a look later. "

The corpse dragon Moam nodded, and after flapping its huge wings covered with dark blue carrion a few times, it jumped up, accompanied by a resounding dragon chant, and flew towards the west.

Cook held the black armor fragments and pondered for a while, and finally felt that it was impossible to find anything here, so he turned his head and walked quickly in the direction of the zombie lord's lair.

As the rare skeleton king in the undead world, Cook cannot fly. But with the support of the infinite power of death in his body, once he let go of his legs and started to run quickly, the speed is by no means inferior to galloping human war horses. However, human warhorses still have physical limitations, but Cook doesn't have this problem at all. At this speed, he can run for a month without rest.

The distance of thousands of miles is nothing to the restless undead.

A day later, he had already entered the territory of that zombie lord.

I don't know whether to say it was a coincidence or a bad luck. The zombie lord Mok's territory is full of smog at the moment, and it is actually in a difficult war period. But what surprised Cook was that the zombie lord was still at a disadvantage!

You know, as a direct subordinate of the legendary Bone King, the 17th-level zombie lord Moke also has good individual strength, plus he has occupied this place for nearly a thousand years, so he can't even defeat an outsider, right?

But the reality is exactly that.

When Cook ran all the way into the territory directly under Mok, it had already become a hunting ground for undead against undead. The defender is Mork, the veteran 17th-level zombie lord of the undead world, and the attacker is the Stratholme Alliance, which has just emerged from the oppression of the Lich.

In the previous legendary battle, the legendary lich who had been around Stratholme's neck like a noose was beaten and fled, and it was impossible to come out to make trouble again in a short time. For Stratholme, who has been aggrieved for so long, this is simply the best news.

Most of the undead cannon fodder collected from the legendary lich was thrown into the former territory of the legendary lich after simple training. That was their territory in the first place, and now it is just letting them return to their old lair. Through this method, Stratholme has quickly occupied nearly 70% of the territory.

However, the main force of Stratholme did not disperse because of this, but remained intact, and made another way to directly advance into the territory directly under the zombie lord.

Mork, the zombie lord, had lost nearly half of his undead cannon fodder in the tug-of-war that lasted for nearly a year. Now that he was targeted by the Stratholme coalition forces, the situation immediately became one-sided. stand up.

Having experienced seven or eight brutal wars in a row, the Stratholme Allied Forces at this time are at their peak. Facing the legendary Lich, they couldn't show the prestige they deserved because the difference in level was too large, but now when facing an opponent who was originally "evenly matched", the elite combat power of the Cemetery Legion was undoubtedly revealed.

The territory directly under Mok is at least a thousand miles away, but on such a vast three-dimensional battlefield, there are dozens of terrorist teams active that make Mok famous.

The Knights of the Ebon Blade led by Alsace has been officially divided into the first regiment and the second regiment, led by Alsace and Scarface respectively.

The first group is the main force of the Ebon Blade Knights, with 600 members, almost all of whom are orthodox death knights in the cemetery. With the help of Alsace Knight's halo, the already powerful individual strength has become a land heavy cavalry regiment comparable to the Skeleton Dragon Squad. Such a team is extremely good at frontal attack and breaking the formation, and belongs to the charge who does not count casualties.

The second regiment is led by Scarface, with 400 members, most of whom are specially advanced dark knights, headless knights, terrifying knights, and condemned knights. Such a motley team may not be as pure and forbidding as a group, but its diverse combat capabilities, combined with the ability to capture abnormal fighters with scars on its face, make this team equally terrifying. This is a highly adaptable ranger regiment, good at roaming and raiding.

If the last two teams were two scalpels sent by Stratholme, one long and one short, then the 30,000 Licker Legion is the most terrifying "sweeper" on the battlefield. Without the clumsy and slow shortcomings of zombies, without the crisp and loose bodies of skeletons, lickers have never been the protagonists in the previous foreign wars in the cemetery. That's not because they are weak, but because the enemies they face are too strong.

Under an undead lord like Mok, more than 80% of the team quota is occupied by the lowest-level zombie skeletons. The Licker, who is also a Tier 2 undead creature, immediately displayed the advantages and specialties of the cemetery troops when facing these guys. With fast roaming and rounding up in all directions, exerting its super-long agility and mid-range tongue attack, 30,000 lickers can molested more than 100,000 zombie skeletons as easily as playing a game.

When the opponents are all down, the Licker's casualties can be controlled within 2000.

1 to 15.

What a terrifying battle loss ratio!

Mo Ke's cannon fodder is indeed quite a lot, but he can't stand up to be wiped out, wiped out, wiped out!

Anyway, with the short legs of the zombie skeleton, if the lickers stare at it, it can't even run. And if the zombie skeletons want to fight back against the lickers, it is impossible to collect 5 times or more.

However, with two teams of the Ebon Blade Knights, Zheng and Qi, wandering in this vast battlefield, it is doomed that the enemy will not be able to gather a terrifying number several times that of the Licker team. Then the bigger the battlefield, the more targets and opportunities there are for the lickers to hunt.

This wanton charge and hunting can be regarded as making the corpse king and Haka, the head and deputy head, feel proud in Stratholme. Every time the battle reports sent back to Stratholme by other teams are dozens or hundreds of victories, only large legions can have thousands of gains. But the lickers team led by the two of them returned a terrifying amount of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands every time, and the merit points they gained were inflated rapidly like blowing up balloons.

The fight on the ground is extremely exciting, but the vast and boundless sky cannot be missed.

There, at every moment, there are countless battles, big and small, taking place and going on.

Stratholme can send out a ghost army that covers the sky and the sun. Although the zombie lord is not that crazy, there are quite a few flying undead under his command. It's a pity that there is no quantity, but in terms of quality, it is a mess.

The ghost army formed by Stratholme is a mixed force led by a high-ranking banshee. Ghosts and resentful souls are just the lowest-level soldiers, and the captains, squadron leaders, large captains, and then the heads and deputy heads are all played by banshees. So this is a skeletal spirit force.

When the opponents were still chaotically swarming up to play gang fights, the ghost army had already played tactics under the leadership of high-level spirit bodies such as the Ice Banshee, the Resentment Banshee, the Mouth Fairy Banshee, and the Dementor Banshee. Ambushes, split-up attack, encirclement from all sides, flowering inside and out, these methods are so familiar to them one by one, that they can do whatever they want to do to their opponents.

Spiritual bodies and spiritual bodies are fighting civil wars, and the natural instincts of those virtual bodies for damage reduction have become decorations. Leading the battle with a huge number of Ice Banshees, the Ice Touch with a strong ice attribute is simply a big killer for low-level spirit bodies. The spirit bodies of the two sides gathered together to play against each other, and the fragile spirit bodies that were frozen into lumps of ice were the ones that fell the most from the sky. The elemental damage of the ice attribute plus a fall of hundreds of meters is enough to take the life of any low-level spirit body.

This is a typical example of immortality without feeling, a large piece of death!