The Rise of the Cemetery

Originally, Stratholme planned to be more fully prepared.

It's a pity that the battle situation is unpredictable, and the ghost dragon Moros on the main battlefield is almost unable to stand up.

God is sorry, Moros really just came down to have fun on a whim, but inadvertently turned into a legendary battle covering the entire Red Ridge Mountain battlefield.

As the source of this incident, he was teleported by the Skeleton King shortly after the start of the battle, asking him to delay as much as possible and leave the Bone King there.

To be honest, as a ghost dragon, Moros could no longer shed tears, otherwise he must have burst into tears at this moment, crying bitterly. Let him procrastinate?

"Damn, you said it lightly in the back, but I was the one who suffered in the front!" Moros roared in his heart.

Bone King Cook's slender and crystal-clear bone hands look like ceramics that shatter at the touch of a touch, but when they really fall on his body, they are unusually heavy and tough. After colliding with the ghost dragon and the bone dragon for so long, there was not even a single bone residue left, but the ghost dragon and bone dragon that confronted it head-on had all their bones broken and their limbs broken.

This Cook's skeleton body does not know how it was tempered. It is as strong as fine gold, but it has incredible flexibility. Even if a bone dragon seized the opportunity to bite the arm fiercely, the slender stick-like skeleton remained unscathed in the bone dragon's mouth full of sharp fangs. Instead, Cook smashed the bone dragon's skull with a punch amidst the toothache-like creaking sound of bone cutting, and his soul was dimmed, and he almost died.

Such a high degree of physical toughness, coupled with excellent magic resistance, turned this siege into a one-sided melee.

As a last resort, Moros could only adjust the battle plan, driving the Bone Dragon's subordinates to take turns to fight, exchanging their own injuries for their companions' attack opportunities, focusing on attacking only the right bone leg of the Bone King. Finally, at the cost of 5 bone dragons being seriously injured, 7 bone dragons being slightly injured, and 3 bone dragons being severely disabled, deep scratches were left on Cook's right leg.

And at this time, the beautiful bone spurs around Ghost Dragon Moros's body that were erected like a stalwart flag gun were also torn apart. Those sharp barbed bone edges were broken and cracked, and even the most important main spine of the skeleton had fine cracks.

This is because Cook wanted to subdue the ghost dragon wholeheartedly, so he didn't really kill him, but used the most labor-intensive and troublesome way to peel off the ghost dragon's outer defense little by little. Otherwise, he would attack the ghost dragon's skull as soon as he came up. I'm afraid Moros would be extinguished if he couldn't hold on for half an hour.

The outmoded time concept of the dead king in the past is still not as fast as the sparks that compete for the day and night in the necropolis.

Just when Cook thought he was just warming up and took a little time to subdue this weird undead dragon, an overwhelming strangling net was approaching it step by step.

Amidst the urgent cry of the ghost dragon Moros, the Skeleton King finally gave the order for all members to attack.

The first group of nearly 700 spellcasters gathered at the temporary camp at the foot of Red Ridge Mountain simultaneously summoned their batman skyriders and ascended to the sky. For a while, the entire camp was submerged by a hurricane like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. On the periphery of them, the army of ghosts, chirping and laughing eeriely is densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

The scope of the battlefield around the entire Red Ridge Mountain is too huge, and those important combat forces scattered in the distance can't come here for a while, so they can only rely on this group of air cavalry gathered in advance to save the field.

Of course, the abnormality at the foot of the mountain also alarmed the zombie lord Mork who was sticking to his lair. It's a pity that it didn't realize that it was a surprise attack against its lord, but it started to deploy troops to prepare for the enemy's attack. It didn't realize it was wrong until it saw the huge enemy air force covering the sky and covering the sun and going straight to the isolated peak of the back mountain. Unfortunately, the opportunity for early warning has been lost.

The black ghost army collided head-on with the opponent's spirit body army on the outskirts of Red Ridge Mountain. There are no rumbling magic spells, no cool and ostentatious magic combat skills, ghosts, wraiths, phantoms, crimson mist demons, and banshees who are all over the sky regard the sky as a stage where they can freely shuttle and entangle, chasing and killing each other. They can be seen anywhere.

As the guard of the spellcasting group, the ghost army firmly guarded the periphery of the huge batman airrider. Let the low-level spirits entangle and fight with each other, while the high-level banshee coils around the inner circle, specially cleaning up those fish that slip through the net that have broken through the layers of defense.

With the ghost army clearing the way, the Bat Demon Air Rider covering the sky and the sun can break through the enemy's defenses without any scruples, and go straight to the target point from under the high clouds.

Originally, some offensive spells shot up from the ground, trying to take advantage of the dense formation of Stratholme's spell-casting team. It's a pity that their firepower is too weak, and they were intercepted by the wandering dracolich team halfway. The next step was the retaliatory counterattack of the caster group. A vigorous torrent of spells of the same origin and quality rushed down, cleaning the ground like a frenzied wave.

The ground instantly misfired.

Out of proportion! The comparison of the magic power of the two sides is simply one in the sky and the other in the ground, not at the same level at all. Any guy who dares to take the lead will be baptized by spells like a storm, and will be smashed into pieces directly in the air. Faced with such a ferocious enemy, the corpse shackles under the zombie lord also cringed.

It was only at this time that Red Ridge Mountain realized that all the flying monsters in the dark sky were spellcasters. There is no need to check carefully, as long as someone who knows people with his eyes casually gestures with his hands about the size and thickness of the dark cloud, his spirit will be exhausted and his heart will tremble in an instant.

Block out the sky and block out the sun, this is the real block out the sky and block out the sun!

When spellcasters can also gather into an army, then the biggest feeling brought to outsiders is shock, from body and soul to soul.

The Red Ridge Mountain, which was still moving just now, immediately died down, and all the undead hid and fled, and no one dared to block the direction of the dark cloud. One moment the mountain top was still dark and crowded with people, and the next moment it was smooth and smooth, and birds and beasts scattered.

The dark cloud went all the way, and there were zombie skeletons that hurriedly dug underground everywhere under their feet. Even in many places, in order to compete for a crypt where they can hide, these guys have fought among themselves. These ants-like ridiculous actions did not attract the attention of any spellcasters. In their minds, only the legendary undead king who had already been marked was the target today.

Today, they are going to do a major event that will shock the entire undead world.

Siege the Undead King!

Stimulated by this grand goal, every Lich, Lord of Chaos, Lich King, Dracolich, Blood Mage, and Blood Warlock silently prepared their own spells for the upcoming event. With the last effort. Even though they are all undead creatures, they have already transcended the stumbling blocks of their bodies and emotions, but at this moment, their soul fires are still soaring, and their aura is overwhelming.

Red Ridge Mountain used to be an endless mountain range with complex terrain and rugged terrain. There are broken and broken ridges everywhere, black bottomless canyons and deep pits, and lonely peaks standing proudly... The place where the Bone King and Ghost Dragon fought is The tallest butte in the middle of the Red Ridge Mountains.

It is said to be a lonely peak, but in fact the range of this mountain is not small, otherwise it would not be possible to accommodate more than a dozen undead dragons fighting and fighting inside. When the black Batman Kongriders came over the lonely peak with an unstoppable momentum, the battle at the top of the lonely peak was coming to an end.

There were originally 17 bone dragons rushing down with the ghost dragon Moros, but looking around now, less than half of them can continue to fight on the spot. The area around the 3 mile radius of the Lonely Peak is full of fragmented giant dragon bones, and most of the bone dragons surrounding the center of the battlefield have broken limbs, which is too horrible to look at.

In the central area of ​​their attack, a strange bone dragon surrounded by pitch-black smoke seemed to be singing a one-man show, roaring angrily, pounced, bit, dashed, and flicked its tail...

Yes, this scene is too weird. If it weren't for everyone present to rely on the induction of the soul fire to judge, I'm afraid it would be impossible to capture the tiny skeleton that was almost submerged in bone fragments.

Really, looking at a white bone skeleton whose height is comparable to the length of the upper body dragon's leg bone, standing proudly in the center of the battle circle. Any punch can make the bone dragon stagger and fall back, and any claw can tear off the toughest bones on the bone dragon's body like shreds of meat. This kind of unimaginable and weird scene makes every cemetery subordinate They all felt a shock from the bottom of their hearts.

Compared to the broken limbs of the bone dragon, the ghost dragon Moros looked quite complete at the moment, with no obvious limb defects. However, the bony spurs and barbs that were originally densely covering the body like a flag gun have all been smoothed out, and most of the black shadow power surrounding the body has been scattered, exposing the bare black dragon skeleton. The ghostly dragon's original mystery and eerieness are now replaced by desolation and sadness, a tragic scene of a hero being sent to the wheel by "people".

The arrival of the unprecedentedly large cemetery air cavalry caster group also alarmed both sides of the battle. The moment he saw the reinforcements covering the sky and the sun, the ghost dragon Morosu's heart trembled, and he suddenly had a strange feeling of wanting to cry.

"You guys are here!"

Different from the surprises of Moros, what was left to the Bone King Cook was only endless shock and heart palpitations.

Is this still the undead world that I am familiar with? Where did all these hideous and ugly guys with elemental fluctuations come from? When will the world of the undead be able to carry a huge number of corpses?

As the king of the undead, although Cook's mind is not flexible, he has a lot of knowledge. The transformation of the Lich is the most difficult. Especially in the case of the continuous loss of soul power in the undead world, how difficult and difficult it is to transform a Lich, Skeleton Mage, or Zombie Mage with the natural ability to cast spells through soul circulation.

Under any undead king, the undead with the ability to cast spells are the most favored. Those knowledgeable undead kings will also consciously cultivate some spellcasters with great development potential.