The Rise of the Cemetery

The power of magic rippling around. Soon, even Cook was trapped in the rock by the suddenly solidified earth power.

Cook's skeleton body only exerted a little force, and the rock that had just solidified was blown to pieces under the shock of terrifying force, but it was also ruthlessly trapped between the solid rock layers.

Cook's two knife-sharp bone hands pierced out one after another, directly sinking deeply into the rock created by the magic power. With a little force, the boulder nearly one meter square exploded directly.

It doesn't plan to go up above the ground, it's just a digging little gopher obediently in the ground, anyway, its majestic power is almost endless, and sooner or later it will be able to escape from the enemy's encirclement.

Facing the endless fireballs on the ground just now, the powerlessness in my heart hurt it deeply.

This is a world where spells are king!

"Those damned disobedient ones, you wait. When I summon my subordinates from afar, I will take out your souls bit by bit and burn them on the flames of the undead, making you howl in agony for ten thousand years! "Cook swore viciously while digging out.

Thousands of bone hand punctures and bursts of power, even with Cook's undead body, he was a little mentally exhausted and his breath dropped, but what lay before his eyes was still that hard granite rock formation.

Cook looked back at the long and deep hole behind him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of shock in his heart.

I dug out about two miles in one breath. How could it be within the range of the opponent's spell? Could it be that the opponent turned all the surrounding land into stone?

With a touch of disbelief, Cook turned around and drilled in another direction.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when it stopped panting, the hideous granite was still revealed in front of it.

Cook's heart trembled, and he looked up at the black hole above his head, which was a solid rock more than 8 meters thick, and once again lost confidence in his future.

The other party must have a way to track themselves through the rock formations. Only in this way can they use the least spells to achieve the immediate effect.

Cook raised his skeletal hand and looked at it in front of his eyes, feeling sad in his heart.

The tempered bone hand that was once slender and white and crystal clear like jade is no longer as clean as before, and there are gaps visible to the naked eye. The surging death power soaked in the body is also dim at the moment, and it is time to take a breath.

But at the beginning, he held his breath and absorbed the ubiquitous dead air in the undead world, and Cook was shocked to find that the concentration of dead air around him had dropped to an unbelievable level. No wonder the death energy was consumed so quickly just now, those damned enemies must have set up some kind of enchantment around them to disperse the death energy, otherwise this kind of situation rarely happens in the undead world.

If it was a quarter of an hour ago, maybe Cook still had the heart to rush up and fight the enemy again, but after all these changes, his fighting spirit has also unknowingly worn down a lot. To be honest, it no longer has the confidence to face those treacherous and hateful enemies.

Who knows how many vicious plots are waiting for them in their minds!

Although Cook doesn't have any elemental affinity, but as the king of the undead, his mental attributes are definitely not low. Just as it was struggling to agitate its own soul fire, trying to hook up with distant subordinates by means of soul calling, it bumped into a hidden and real spiritual barrier head-on.

"Duang"

There was no sound that could be heard in reality, and the haggard Cook let out a muffled grunt, and a nearly half-meter-long spiritual fire shot out from his hollow and deep eye sockets, and the soul fire fell into a short-term sluggishness after skyrocketing. At the same moment, the bodies of the 100 corpse witches soaring in the sky above trembled at the same time, and their soul fires also dimmed to varying degrees.

"Substitute!" Parkwick gave an order, and the 100 Lich of the second batch sat cross-legged on top of the Batman Sky Rider, and slowly poured their spiritual power into the glowing enchantment visible to the naked eye. middle.

Injury for injury, they can afford it now.

While the Bone King was still digging a hole underground, another 500 spellcasters were ordered to rush over, which brought the number of spellcasters on standby in the sky to 1200. And within a thousand miles around Red Ridge Mountain, there are almost 1,100 members of the caster group who are struggling to help here.

For a while, it seemed that there was a bit of overstaffing here.

In order to force out the Bone King who had been a shrinking turtle again, this group of extremely insidious dracolich also tried their best. Numerous bone spells cast spells uninterruptedly, summoning bone pythons suitable for underground combat, and constantly rushing into the underground caves to find Cook's bad luck. And several guys who are proficient in earth spells continuously cast "earth shaking" on the head of the bone king.

Although the "Earth Shake" is not as violent as the "Earthquake", it consumes less energy, lasts longer, and can limit the power of the spell to certain narrow areas, increasing its strength. As for "turning mud into stone", it has never stopped, and it has continuously solidified the hardness of the rock formations around the Bone King.

Heigl was even more insidious, allowing the Liches to summon a large abomination from afar. More than a dozen abominations plus a more terrifying butcher, a large group of fleshy meat mountains ran, rolled and jumped on it, pushing the ground down by more than half a meter.

They tossed and tossed about on the ground like this, but squeezed out the space for the Bone King Cook to move and turn.

Large areas of rock formations are not easy to drill, and the black mud is still flooding and compacting into the tunnel. Cook's face is so gloomy that he can squeeze out black water.

To go up or not to go up is a question.

If you go up, you will definitely be besieged by those bastards. These damned Lich, placed on the ground, no amount of magic protection, magic barriers can withstand the light puncture of their own bone hands. But now the opponent is flying above the sky beyond its reach, then the situation is reversed, and the opponent can trample it as much as it wants, but it doesn't even have the right to fight back.

That's right, the bones of the legendary undead king are excellent enough, and there is no major damage after eating a hundred fireballs! But when he thought of the dense number of opponents, Cook still felt a cold war in his heart. Avoid it if you can!

But not up?

Cook saw that there was only less than one meter of space left to move around, and a raging beast roared in his heart.

How aggrieved he is!

It is an undead king, and now it can't even get a chance to fight to the death, and it has been tortured to death by a group of corpse witches who usually look down upon it. This kind of aggrieved resentment is not because the skeleton in question cannot understand the eventuality at all.

The dull pounding sound of "boom, boom, boom" sounded again, and the solid rock formation above the head was also subsiding bit by bit, and it might be on top of Cook's head in less than half an hour.

In the dark tunnel, two crazily burning soul fires suddenly lit up, and Cook finally went berserk under the unbearable pressure.

On the ground, the two liches who were walking around and casting spells seemed to have sensed something extremely terrifying, and suddenly stopped their bony hands that were moving fast, and howled with a shrill voice.

"Avoid..."

The dozen or so cheerful abominations that were raging on the ground stopped their movements one after another, and when they looked at the screaming Lich in amazement, a sudden violent force exploded the ground under their feet.

The ground suddenly sank downward with a loud bang, and then the violent force of death erupted, throwing everything around it with violent force. In the sky, dust, rocks, gravel, gravel, fangs and claws, and panic-stricken abominations can no longer distinguish the specific objects and characteristics, and they all "swish" at the speed of bullets.

All kinds of objects and sundries were constantly rubbed against each other, the broken bone fragments, and the stinky black blood splashed brightly, embellishing the sky into an extremely abstract splash-ink portrait. The cemetery creatures involved have no chance of surviving!

At the center of this sudden burst of power, a bottomless black hole appeared. And the bone king who was in a rage was stepping on the rocks flying in the air and rushed up from the bottom of the cave slowly but quickly.

The difference from before is that at this time, Cook has a sharp long sword with a cold light in his hand. As the light flickered, any object blocking its front, no matter if it was a thick rock block or a fat abomination, would instantly be torn apart and explode into unrecognizable tiny particles.

"Legendary weapons?!" Parkvik, who was flying high above the sky, exclaimed in disbelief with a little trembling.

To be honest, even with the large cemetery that crosses the three realms and has a lot of resources, they are extremely hungry for such legendary magic equipment and weapons. Even if all the resource treasures of the Great Cemetery were searched, the only legendary item that could be picked up was the "body deprivation" legendary wand.

As soon as the legendary weapon of Bone King Cook appeared, it immediately attracted countless greedy and hungry eyes.

San Hua, a legendary magical long sword, can increase attack power by 10 points, and has a disabled passive effect. Incapacitated, there is a 15% chance of incapacitating the target during an attack, that is, reducing the target's movement speed by 20% for 4 seconds.

This is a magical weapon with great practicality, and it is also the best choice for the warrior profession. Relying on it, Cook can reverse his short legs. Once he is entangled close to him, those opponents will not even think about being able to escape smoothly.

As a large material plane of death, the world of the undead once had a highly developed magical civilization and tyrannical races. If it wasn't for the loss of the origin caused by the damage of the plane barrier, I'm afraid it will be a powerful main plane that even the Klein plane can only look up to. It's a pity that fate is bad, and the death of the plane has also caused an imbalance of elements in the undead world. Except for the strong breath of death, other elements have become frighteningly thin.

Legendary-level magic swords like Sanhua have the ability to absorb space free element particles to complement themselves, but they can only fall into the process of endless decline day by day when they fall into the undead world. It can be said that all non-undead magic equipment can hardly escape this fate of decline. Otherwise, a majestic undead king would not be shabby with only one magic weapon, and he usually treasures it in the two-dimensional space and dare not use it lightly.