The Rise of the Cemetery

With trepidation, the 6-ring wizard lit up the crystal ball.

While the rippling magic light flickered, the magic image in the distance had already appeared. The missing wizard appeared in the center of the crystal ball expressionlessly, moving his lips mechanically.

"Warning you, this is a warning attack on you. If you can't meet my only request, then more and bigger plagues will break out in your territory, so please carefully consider my next request." The sorcerer spoke harshly, but his eyes were empty: "I ask you to hand over this hateful sorcerer immediately, otherwise the only thing waiting for you is war!"

When the wizard said this, an image of a human wizard with a somewhat weird appearance was projected into the crystal ball, flashing and flashing to remind everyone to pay attention.

If Death Song Karthus was present, he would find that the strange human wizard projection was exactly his current incarnation!

How could Death Song, who was thousands of miles away, know that the magical creation he personally created had already hated him to the bone, even to the point where he would not hesitate to fight the wizards.

The identity of Karthus' intruder was unknown to Plague Maiden Sierra. The only memory she can retain is that night of horrible and painful nightmares. In her deep heart, the hateful guy who ruined her life was an out-and-out wizard, so her revenge target was locked on those wizards.

But Karthus was completely unaware of this, and was still immersed in the crazy battle with others.

This is a mysterious opponent who appeared out of nowhere and even stopped his car on a roadside with little traffic after he drove through Tielin City.

Without further ado, the guy who took the lead broke Karthus' disguise with one blow. The spell of shapeshifting self can't stand the impact of external force at all, and at the same time that Karthus's protective mask popped out, the perfect wizard's disguise dissipated.

This couldn't help but make Karthus furious, and he didn't care about covering up any more, and used all his skills to attack the alchemist who came to him.

Yes, the guy who came to him turned out to be a rare combat alchemist.

Vilaenf? Eye, goblin, the elite of the elite among the alchemists. His status as a goblin has made him widely criticized. After all, goblins have become synonymous with stupidity, greed, and weakness in most areas. However, Vilaenfer? Oye, relying on his talent for preparing potions far beyond ordinary people, insisted on becoming a well-respected alchemist in the Tallinn Association of East Land.

This made many people suspect that Vilaenf Oye is a terrible ancient goblin who has experienced atavism.

But not all benefits brought by alchemy. Hundreds of burn marks—an accident of shadow and fire—wrecked his battered body, leaving him too weak to travel far.

In order to be able to move freely, he captured and domesticated a terrible ogre as his means of transportation, and used mysterious potion experiments to make it numb, hard and strong, and transformed into an out-and-out heavy-duty monster. Articulated truck. The terrifying ogre mount coupled with Vilaenf Oye's frightening and terrifying alchemy potion, he has become an out-and-out killing spree.

But it happened that such a simple-minded and direct alchemy maniac approached Karthus, not only revealing his identity, but also pulling him into a fighting state.

The battle between the two high-end spellcasters went from the busy business road to the depths of the jungle in an instant, leaving only the stunned coachman Thom in place. Hearing the rumble of spells and thunder in the depths of the distant forest, this ordinary mortal coachman finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart, so he wanted to drive the carriage and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

It's a pity that no matter how much he whipped and whipped, the two poor horses would just tremble in place, and they couldn't take half a step away.

Thom, who was sweating profusely in anxiety, suddenly felt a chill on his back. When he looked back in a hurry, a terrifying head with an indigo complexion and dense sutures was floating behind him, looking at him coldly.

It was really just a human head, completely empty from the neck down, just quietly floating in the air three feet above the ground.

Just when Tom was about to roar out in horror, two strange gray rays of light shot straight from the eyes of the floating head, and devoured Tom's head in one blow.

The Headless Horseman Celti turned his head and found that there were no more witnesses left. Then he summoned his body and rushed into the jungle after the loud explosion.

Along the way, Celti found countless rickety trees and several areas shrouded in grass-green smoke bubbles. Although he didn't pass through the center of those dangerous areas, he was also contaminated by a lot of strange bubbles that spread out when he passed by. These things fell on his body, even though he had a thick and tough armor body, he still had a strange feeling that his defense had been greatly weakened.

It only took half a minute for him to stay to do some aftermath work, and the two angry guys had already left him far behind, let him let his horse gallop, and he had to travel 10 miles before arriving at a mountain depression They were spotted nearby.

It's only been a few minutes since I saw each other, and the two guys in the confrontation are almost beyond recognition.

Death Song has already appeared in its true form, and the hunchbacked and low-looking big lizard can't find any similar ones in the wizarding world. But at this moment, what made him even more miserable was the lich robe, which had been corroded by the grass-green bubbles and had little holes, directly turning into a funny hole costume. Even his body was stained with strange potions in many places, and terrible abscesses kept popping up, and half of his body had turned yellow-green.

And his enemy, the even crazier pharmacist, is also very pretty at the moment. The elemental aura overflowing around his body has been infected into a maroon purple color, and various curses have occurred in his body in turn, making it impossible for him to easily take out all kinds of witchcraft potions placed in his front and rear pockets.

as for this

Karthus cast an insidious compound curse on him. If these curses are not cleared in a fixed order, then these curses will change the rune text every once in a while, quickly transforming themselves into a kind of curse. The new curse is directly rooted in the body organs of the subject, and it occurs in turn at a fixed frequency until it dies.

Therefore, under the influence of this insidious curse, the effects of disordered dizziness, weakness, extreme fear, dehydration, petrification, and wild laughter will occur in turn, directly interfering with the mad alchemist's ability to continue fighting. If it wasn't for Karthus' fear of the crazy alchemist's weird potion, I'm afraid the two wouldn't have temporarily stopped their confrontation after losing both.

The strange sound of "da da da" horseshoes came out, and the headless horseman instigated the tall undead black horse to gallop from a distance on the void, and the coldly shining saber was already in his hand, ready to launch a death charge at any time .

He didn't care about the other party's weird potion effects and spellcasting abilities. For an undead knight, he only needs to charge when encountering an enemy, and all the victory or defeat can be controlled by the weapon in his hand.

"Selty, wait a minute, I think our new friend has something to say, doesn't he?" Karthus reached out to stop the headless horseman from charging.

The crazy alchemist shook his thin head desperately, and then he suppressed the dizziness, and put his hand on his forehead and gasped for breath. And in the jungle treetops behind him, a crow with a strange shape was looking at the two of Death Song with its head tilted.

Xu Shi finally confirmed the identities of the two of them. The unafraid crow shook his body, and amidst the black smoke, he transformed into a middle-aged man in a black burqa. His face was strangely pale, and his body was also very weak, but the most impressive thing was his pair of blood pupils full of death.

"Dear Your Excellency Karthus, Immortal Crow Soul is here to greet you. Lord Heiguang has always been concerned about you!"

"Black light!" Karthus repeated meaningfully, with a mysterious smile of unknown circumstances appearing on his face: "Then what is the name of this Your Excellency?"

"I'm Eye, and I've been working under Black Light recently." The crazy alchemist's answer was equally hard, obviously still dissatisfied with being suppressed just now, but he immediately added: "You are very powerful!"

Although his miraculous potion is equally powerful, but if it wants to act on the enemy, there must be a process of throwing the potion and waiting for it to happen. It is far less refreshing than the other side's weird curse that is instant and effective.

Therefore, in the battle just now, it seemed that both sides were disheartened and embarrassed. However, the opponent escaped several powerful unstable potion explosions, and his individual strength was not seriously damaged. But he was cursed, so dazzled that he couldn't even see the enemy's position. If you really want to continue fighting, I'm afraid you will suffer a huge loss immediately.

E Ye, who has always been straightforward in his work, is obviously also a violent temper. Although he can't understand the other party's arrogance, he is still secretly shocked by the other party's strength.

As expected of a strong undead who came across the border, his individual strength didn't look tyrannical, but if he really wanted to fight to the death, his body was covered with insidious and vicious curses. Anyone who fights against him must be mentally prepared to lose 30% of their strength.

Those curses are simply disgusting!

"So we are friends in the same camp! I said why do you look at the two faces so kindly! I don't know what the two of you are doing to stop us here?" Karthus wanted to come closer to talk. , but helplessly, the two newcomers had already been extremely wary of him, and took a few steps back in succession without saying a word.

"Your Excellency Karthus can just stand there and talk. We spellcasters don't use the tentacle ceremony of mortals." The new undead crow soul responded with a half-smile.

"Then... what does Lord Heiguang mean?" Karthus could only helplessly spread his hands.

"Master Heiguang hopes that you will stop looking for trouble in the central region. The plague you created before has already caused us a lot of headaches. For this reason, our relationship with the Tallinn Association of East Land has dropped to a freezing point. You need to do something more. I'm afraid those old fellows from East Tallinn are coming to have a heart-to-heart talk with you!"

"Understood, understand. Then for the next itinerary, the two of you..."

"The two of us came this time just to warn you. You can continue your journey, and Eye and I will protect you secretly."

Protect? I'm afraid it should be called surveillance! Karthus sneered with a half-hearted smile.

But he didn't have much objection to it.

He has basically done what he needs to do. Plague Girl's free game has already been cast, and he has no specific requirements for what flowers will bloom and what fruits will be produced. Anyway, as long as the Plague Girl makes more fun, the quagmire in the central part will become more chaotic, and the better her follow-up plan will be.

It's time to start the magic disaster plan!