The Rise of the Cemetery

The same is true for Andorhal in front of him.

During that chaos, most of Andorhal's urban area was also engulfed in a sea of ​​flames. In the light of the fire, and under the attack of the undead creatures that can be seen everywhere, people screamed and fled the city and entered the wilderness.

All that was left behind was the burnt ruins.

Then the undead creatures who occupied this land were obviously not qualified builders, so most of the damaged houses and buildings remained as they were. These zombies, skeletons and ghouls wandering around the world can live in peace of mind by just looking for a dirty and small pothole, and don't care about the quality of living at all.

Therefore, except for some houses in the eastern part of Andorhal City, which are still relatively well preserved, the rest of the city is basically a piece of rubble, with broken walls and ruins everywhere. Even the 15-meter-high solid city wall collapsed in many places, allowing those low-level undead to swagger in and out. As for the city gates that should have been tightly guarded, two of the three iron gates in a row have disappeared, and the only one left is still crookedly lying on the side of the road, with stains left by countless undead creatures trampling on it.

Such a nest of undead creatures is already a good shelter for wild undead without much self-awareness, but for undead mercenaries who have been struggling in the large cemetery for many years, they are not hesitant to start from The ten-thousand-square-meter mansion with bathroom, hot spring and sea view suddenly fell into the rustic cowshed in the countryside.

Several mercenary leaders who were hovering over the city gate riding a giant bat demon couldn't help frowning.

dirty! chaos! Difference!

The first impression that Andorhal gave them was simply too bad.

It has been more than half an hour since the Great Cemetery Legion entered the territory of the Undead Council. From their position, they could already see the figure of the death knight led by Lord Alsace, but the city of Andorhal was still abnormally quiet, with no reaction at all. .

Should we boast that the Cemetery moved too quickly, or should we curse this group of scumbags for not even having the literacy of an army?

The leaders of the several mercenary regiments looked at each other, nodded in unison, and then pressed down on the bat demon sitting down and swooped down towards the only standing building in the east of the city.

They know all too well the nature of these wild undead. If the zombie lord is still in the city, the best place is of course occupied by him.

Seeing the group of bat demons circling in mid-air suddenly dive towards the city, Alsace finally couldn't help but spit secretly.

These undead mercenaries who were picking peaches everywhere saw the benefits and would flock to them. Many times, they would make dangerous moves that even he would secretly be speechless.

Now it seems that they can't wait to capture the enemy leader with the most strategic value in the "city" in advance!

The enemy's lair is already approaching, and undead creatures wandering around can be seen everywhere on both sides of the business road. Those valuable and potential elite immortals have all been picked away by the necromancers, and the undead union council has secretly transferred the formed undead troops to the northwest mountainous area. The crooked melon that fills the head is cracked.

The violent aura of the Ebon Blade Knights also alarmed these undead creatures wandering around aimlessly. The tyrannical and ferocious nature of the remaining undead creatures in their tattered bodies drove them to surround them from all directions with a dry roar.

"Hmph! Reckless!" Alsace was surrounded by a mass of frosty air that was visible to the naked eye. With a wave of his hand, the entire army directly slammed into it without slowing down.

Crackling, dull explosions sounded incessantly, each of the death knights who looked like ferocious steel beasts waved their gleaming sabers, and passed through the crowd of zombies without stopping for a moment, leaving staggering and writhing corpses behind them. Moving remains.

The sound of clashing and rubbing steel armor pages was extremely ear-piercing. The majestic torrent of steel flattened the crowd of zombies and passed under the towering city gate, sweeping all the undead along the way like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Since the enemy did not have any defenses and fortifications at all, the Ebon Knights who poured into the city quickly advanced in depth along the rugged and indistinguishable streets. An elite team of lickers that walk on the ground.

If the death knight is like an unstoppable machete, the team of lickers swept by like a white torrent is a demon that devours everything. As soon as those unknown enemy undead got out of their lairs, they jumped on them, scratched, scratched and bit, leaving only pieces of corpses and scattered pieces of meat.

Although both sides are of the same origin and species, and both are undead creatures, the difference in individual quality is too huge.

Fighting alone, the undead creatures forcibly transformed by humans on the side of the Undead Council are not opponents of the cemetery's elite army. Therefore, since the cemetery team rushed into Andorhal, the whole battle has been like a crippling one, and the private army of the local lord of the Undead Council was defeated miserably.

Messy and noisy, groups of undead without any order staggered and rushed out of their lairs in various places in the city, but were quickly swept away by the cemetery troops. The noisy and chaotic city is comparable to the most noisy vegetable market of human beings.

Although the city of Andorhal is dominated by old, weak and broken ground troops, there are still more than a dozen ghosts and resentful ghosts used to deliver news. When they flew into the air noisily from a haunted house, they were meeting the ghost army led by the idle resentful banshee.

So after a while, the sky became the world of the cemetery.

Flying everywhere in the sky above Andorhal are the spirit body troops from the cemetery.

The commotion and noise outside also alarmed Gullit, the zombie lord guarding the place. When it squeezed out of the low "palace" with its bloated and sturdy body, Andorhal had already become a closed slaughterhouse. Those who wailed and fell were all its direct subordinates, while those responsible for the massacre were the undead army, which had a somewhat strange shape but was extremely terrifying in strength.

Such an army of undead might not even be able to be cultivated and trained by its master, Aowo, right?

Before it smoothed its sluggish brain, "Boom boom boom..." There was a continuous dull bang, and countless tall, heavy and burly undead fell from the sky, smashing the ground and walls around it into pieces. pit.

"It seems that this little guy is their leader. How about it? Nicholas, will you go up or should I go up? Let's say it first, if you can't take it down within 3 minutes, you will be replaced automatically!" Neck, brushing away the broken rubble that fell on the delicate and thick shoulder armor, a grim smile appeared on the ugly and ferocious face of the wight Voss.

"It will take 3 minutes to deal with such a little guy of level 14? You are not allowed to intervene, I want to cut off the head of this zombie lord as my first collection!" With a broad blade and a big sword, Nicholas, the leader of the black warrior who has just passed level 16, approached the zombie lord step by step with heavy steps.

The undead mercenaries who had already surrounded the place let out chaotic applause. Several mercenary leaders sat around with their arms folded to watch the fun. The subordinate members waved all kinds of weapons. Killing the lord's bodyguard who rushed forward with howls.

Even the zombie lord is just a little guy at level 14, and it's even more unlikely that there are any good things in his personal zombie attendants, most of them are zombie fighters at level 5-8.

This kind of rubbish is no longer a threat to the undead mercenaries whose average rank has reached level 13 or 14.

The strength is far from enough. But if you look closely, the difference in weapons and equipment between the two sides is even greater.

The undead mercenaries who were born in the cemetery didn't have the bad habit of buying houses, land and deposits of gold and silver. They worked hard in the large cemetery for two years and almost all of their merit points fell on themselves. A one-handed shield mixed with subterranean fine gold, a full set of steel battle armor made of magic gold, a dazzling array of magic trinkets, magic weapons overflowing with elemental radiance when waved casually...

If a mage were present to cast an elemental vision, he would be blinded by a blindingly intense magical glow.

None of the undead mercenaries who could be selected into the cemetery expeditionary army were good, and the lowest rank was a level 13 vlo. Yes, you heard it right, a level 13 vlo from the abyss world.

Since the Great Cemetery has steadily connected all the cemetery cities, many violent demons attached to Silgay have also learned to sell their labor and go to the cemetery system to do odd jobs.

To be honest, these mid-level and high-level demons from the distant abyss plane with their own berserk spells are really good hands among chaotic mercenaries. Their addition made up for the lack of magic power of the undead mercenaries.

There were no too eye-catching demon mercenaries in their team, but in the team attacking another undead city, there were two abyssal demons with a level of 17. That is the mage terminator that is most suitable for the chaotic battlefield.

Amidst the crowd of mercenary leaders cheering and watching, the black warrior leader took down the zombie lord Gullit cleanly. The zombie lord's thick and tough skin, which is comparable to rhinoceros hide, could not bear the "sharp" effect of the wide-bladed sword. His limbs were cut off one by one, and Nicholas held his head high in his hands. Many peers show off.

Zombie Lord Gullit may be considered a veteran zombie with good combat power compared to its kind, with tough skin, fast recovery ability, majestic strength comparable to that of a bull on the earth, and the unique corpse poison of zombie creatures. It's a pity that these fall into the eyes of the undead mercenaries, and they really mean nothing.

What an era this is, and they are still relying on brute strength and a strong body to earn their living!

It deserves it to meet the cemetery mercenaries who can't beat it in everything.