The Rise of the Cemetery

This is a typical force crush!

With more soldiers and fewer soldiers, the upright and upright situation can make your defense line full of loopholes in an instant.

However, the rhythm of today's war is destined not to follow the baton of the Undead Council, but to see the real war background of the two parties involved in the war.

The ground began to tremble, and the air froze for a moment. Groups of cemetery abominations and plague lords stepped out of the dark fog of war, swaying their bloated and fat bodies along the passageway reserved by the lickers, and walked towards them step by step. war front.

5, 10, 15... 40... 60... 100... 200...

As the meat shields in the cemetery continued to pour out, the front of the entire phalanx of lickers was covered by tall and fat meat mountains, and one line of defense, two lines of defense gradually became thicker. And behind them, the abominations and plague lords in the mist are still pouring out, as if the entire fog of war is full of fleshy giants that can compete with the stitch monster.

1000!

In the end, the number of Meat Shield Corps in the Cemetery was fixed at 1,000.

1,000 huge meat giants with an average height of more than 5 meters erected another 5 terrifyingly thick flesh Great Walls in front of the phalanx of lickers. The fat and bloated body, the thick black chains wrapped around the whole body, the ferocious huge guillotine hook, all of them radiated a frightening violence and ferocity.

Even if they didn't have to be present at the scene, they just watched the scene from a distance through the magic water mirror, and the two legendary liches couldn't help but start to feel worried about the effect of their first wave of attacks. Such a thick and terrifying strong combat unit is not something that the group of zombies with an average height of less than 2 meters can compete with. If they really want to make a breakthrough, they can only hope for those stitch monsters that have been carefully collected.

Even if the legendary Lich in the distance is like this, the pressure on Prince Hevis, who stands high in the middle of the battlefield, is even greater.

The entire frontal area of ​​the battlefield is occupied by these terrifying flesh giants. Except for the front half of the lickers arrayed in the rear, which started to move forward, the back half of the lickers spread out with a whoosh and maneuvered towards the two wings at high speed. It can be seen that they are preparing to use their rapid speed to meet the invasion of the skeleton army.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, these undead in the cemetery showed a thought-provoking order and order in their movements and movements.

Heweisi took out a communication stone from his arms and muttered a few words in a low voice, then let go of his mind and commanded the hundreds of thousands of undead army to move forward and oppress, further squeezing the strategic space of the cemetery. Above the sky, the dark and noisy ghost army was like a mass of dark clouds covering the sky, covering the sky in darkness, approaching the edge of the fog of war one step ahead.

As if a certain war button was accidentally triggered, almost at the same moment, the counterattack from the Necropolis began.

Countless deafening low roars uttered from the great wall of the cemetery's meat shield, and all the plague lords mixed in with the abomination group screamed upwards, rushed out of the queue, and went upstream against the tide of thousands of corpses, aiming directly at those sutures who stood upright. Strange.

What does it look like to charge together with more than a hundred fat and bloated meat giants like meatballs? This scene is simply indescribable, perhaps only those witnesses who were on the front line of the corpse tide can truly describe the mood at that time.

It's just that the eyes were dark, and the plague lords, who were 6 meters high and more than 4 meters wide, rushed into the corpse tide that was as dense as a carcass jungle. Abandoning the loathsome guillotine and iron hook, the Plague Lord relied entirely on his fat body to crush these petite enemies, allowing them to hang on the scaly and horny body surface, and there were dozens of strange long Snake-like blood sausages waved around his body. Piercing, whipping, sweeping, twisting... These blood sausages are like the other arms of the plague lord, sweeping out no-man's land around them.

From time to time, the plague lord would tremble violently, and spit out a foul-smelling, pungent yellow-green viscous corpse fluid from the bloody mouth on his chest. All the zombies that were sprayed with corpse fluid will slowly melt away like hot wax, leaving only a large pool of unpleasant corpse fluid that glows with fluorescence on the dark ground.

Although the plague lord killed all directions amidst the tide of corpses, he was still subject to endless and persistent attacks. The zombies around him killed one batch, and another batch, like a surging ocean, constantly beating against the rocks blocking the way. Countless slowly wriggling flesh gathered and piled up around the plague lords, gradually weaving a denser and denser net, threatening to swallow these plague lords in one gulp.

As the density of corpses increases, the plague lords are attacked more frequently every moment. The demonized scales formed on the main body of many plague lords were scratched and rattled, and some areas that the scales could not protect were already dripping with blood and bruised.

However, these skin injuries did not damage the Plague Lord's combat power at all, and the heavy and solid iron fist was still as brave and invincible as it was at the beginning. Between opening and closing, there is simply no zombie that can withstand their savage dash and meteor fist.

But at this time, those suture monsters who were belatedly arrived also rushed up.

What is it like to fight between a 6-meter-tall meat giant and an 8-meter-tall Roshan? Now everyone has the most intuitive feeling, that is, the sky is falling apart!

If it was just a plague lord fighting a stitch monster, the scene would probably not be so terrifying. But now there are nearly a hundred couples fighting at the same time, the scene cannot be described by pen and ink.

The sound of rumbling impacts, the sound of earth-shattering bodies ramming the ground, huge figures gathered together, and then separated again. Every contact was a deafening roar of shaking the earth, accompanied by countless Splashes of broken limbs.

Even without the urging of the necromancers in the rear, those swarming corpses consciously avoided the fighting field where these flesh giants fought each other. A little later, the huge corpse finally slapped on the tomb made of pure hatred. On the Great Wall of the Garden.

The corpses were thrown flying, and the black blood was splashed. In just this moment, countless poor zombies fell under the madly dancing guillotine hooks in the hands of the abominations. The huge guillotine is still light and nimble when it swings over the body of a zombie, and it is still sharp when it swings over the bodies of two zombies, but after three or four swings, the guillotine becomes a little dull. The tide of corpses is endless, and there will never be a shortage of zombies swarming in front of every abomination, so the layers of bodies make their slashing movements gradually difficult.

The tide of corpses is the ants who are not afraid of life and death. In the shortest time, they are full of disgusting bloated and fat bodies, or grabbing, or tearing, or hitting, there are countless zombies at every moment. Attacking in various strange ways.

For a moment, the loathsome line of defense in front of the cemetery was almost submerged by the tide of corpses!

Li Xun put down the magic book in his hand, stared blankly at the magic water mirror in front of him, speechless.

He had never noticed these hordes of corpses in the first place, thinking they were nothing more than a mob composed of rotting corpses and bones. When they encountered a large cemetery with strong troops, they would definitely be pushed flatly. The raids some time ago also confirmed this point.

But today it seems that sometimes I am still too biased.

Regardless of the quality, just the simple stacking quantity, sometimes it can even achieve the ability to turn decay into magic.

On the battlefield in front of us, if the battle space is larger and the enemy's corpses are less dense, then the Abomination Legion that the Great Cemetery has worked so hard to build will definitely be an unstoppable Great Wall. No matter how many undead you throw in, they will all be hacked regardless.

But now that the enemy has formed such a dense and thick wave of corpses, the abomination has to bear the heavy pressure far beyond their level when the room for movement is limited. After all, they are only Tier 2 cemetery units, and once their low physical fitness exceeds a certain critical point, they are not invincible.

A few fountains of flesh and blood that exploded at the front of the battlefield are the best footnotes.

While Li Xun was still pondering in the rear, the Skeleton King, the commander of the undead standing on the top of the undead castle with a sword and stick, had already issued a new battle order.

Huge waves of flapping wings sounded like a tsunami, and huge bat demons floated into the air one by one, carrying the cemetery caster group into the air. On the periphery of them, the Banshee Legion led by Dolores is providing escort protection.

It was the ghost cloud from the Undead Council that collided head-on with them.

"Puff puff……"

A series of death clouds shot out from the fog of war, directly covering the protruding tentacles of the ghost cloud, followed by the icy breath of groups of ice banshees.

For a moment, the ashes and dust remaining from the death of countless spiritual bodies in the sky kept falling down, forming a heavy gray rain.

Immediately, under the protection of a large number of banshees and ghosts, the hordes of cemetery bat demon airriders rushed out of the fog of war, and for the first time showed their fierce power in front of thousands of undead.

These undead corpse witches sitting on top of huge bats all have hideous faces, with scarlet soul flames rippling, and every time they shake the long skeleton staff in their hands, a condensed and solid gray ray will be shot from the skull mouth on the head of the staff. Wherever the gray ray attacks, flowers of death full of alternative beauty will bloom.

When a spirit body touches it, the body rots and the soul melts; when a zombie touches it, the soul fire annihilates.

All of a sudden, where these cemetery corpse witches passed by, the tide of undead corpses was miraculously suppressed, and the attack momentum was severely frustrated.

"These damn bastards, where did they find so many undead liches? Could it be that the undead king handed over all his personal guards to Angelet?" The Lich Queen, who had been watching the battle from the back, finally couldn't sit still. , couldn't help but shoot the case. The scarlet soul fire that was as bright as stars trembled violently, showing that "her" also had a violently fluctuating mood.

"This shows that what we are facing is most likely the elite guards accumulated by one or several undead kings for tens of thousands of years. This battle is not easy to fight!" Also a little worried at the moment.

Although the war has only just begun a prelude, the strength gap between the two sides can already be seen from this. If it weren't for our side still occupying an absolute numerical advantage, I am afraid that the only chance to win this battle at Blackwood Lake can only be hoped for by the gap in high-level combat power.

The two legendary liches at full strength are enough to crush all the flying dogs on the opposite side. As for the casualties of low-level cannon fodder on the battlefield, it is not within the scope of thinking of the two legendary liches.

Only legends can compete with legends!

Now it depends on whether the opponent can show the same combat power against the two legendary liches.