The Rise of the Cemetery

After driving away these legendary powerhouses who got in the way, the hunting inside the Corpse Grave Demon was able to continue.

The steaming mist, the rumbling and trembling ground, the tall but sturdy and strange tombstones, the tombs everywhere may climb out of the enemy's dangerous environment at any time, this is what all the little undead lords will do after breaking into the magic monument formation in the corpse tomb. A dire situation to face.

Among the besieged little undead lords, of course there are also some undead strong who can fly into the sky and escape from the ground. But after several trials, they had no choice but to give up these "strange and crooked ways", and turned to wandering around in the corridor of the mysterious stele.

Those guys who wanted to fly directly from the sky to the Undead Fort were knocked down by hundreds of will-o'-the-wisps and clouds of death energy as soon as they took off, and they didn't know if they were dead or not. As for those who want to walk through the ground, it is even more miserable. The dark tomb soil here is simply their biggest enemy, the deeper they drill down, the denser and harder the tomb soil becomes. They all hit their heads hard and could only squeeze out of the ground again.

...

The black warrior Gree dragged his tattered two-handed sword, shaking his creaking body, and staggered through the corridors.

As a level 13 black warrior, it didn't do well in the undead council.

Of course, the five Legendary Liches dominate the Undead Council. However, they either hide in their own demiplanes, or hide in the mage tower of the undead capital, and seldom interfere with the specific affairs of the undead council. Therefore, it is a large number of low-level witches who really control and maintain the undead council. Demons, Necromancers, and Undead High Lords.

They also represent the three most authoritative and powerful forces of the Undead Council.

The little lord of the undead does not belong to any of these three forces, but is the object of their common rule and enslavement. Therefore, after being exploited several times, these little undead lords have also become the bottom members with the most miserable equipment.

Although the United Council of the Undead has shown great power and conquered a huge human kingdom, it still has more wolves and less meat in the popularization of magic equipment. Even though a large number of human iron and steel products were seized before, these weapons and armors have long been riddled with holes and are unusable under the erosion of strong dead energy day and night.

Like the black warrior Gree, half-clothed and half-hanging is a set of once exquisite black iron chain armor. It's a pity that it is also full of rust now, and the steel wires in many places have broken and collapsed, revealing the pitiful thin and withered body underneath. Mei Kaili's two-handed sword, which was once sought after by many small and medium nobles, is now corroded and not much better than a fire stick. As for those lower-grade iron gloves, iron wrist guards, iron leggings, and steel combat boots, they are even more dilapidated, and they can barely be worn on the body.

For them, perhaps only magic equipment or enchanted weapons can withstand the long-term attack of negative energy and continue to maintain their due role.

Gree, the black warrior, was such an unlucky guy. He didn't get any magic equipment, so he could only walk forward in the winding corridor step by step, dressed in tattered and discarded garbage.

Three minutes ago, Gree was walking among the tombstones with a zombie lord beside him, but just as the other party walked through a narrow passage, the tombstones there closed with a bang. He slashed twice, sparking countless sparks, but the tattered sword in his hand couldn't do anything to those obsidian tombstones as hard as steel.

So, Gree had no choice but to change his course.

But before leaving, it seemed to vaguely hear the wailing and screaming from the other side of the tombstone.

Shaking his head, Gree told himself tremblingly that it was an illusion. Then it continued to stagger on the road.

Before turning the two turns, there was the sound of the ground turning, and the mounds at both ends of the corridor where he was standing were broken, and two tall zombie lords with bright armor came out from inside.

From the perspective of level, the two enemies blocking him in the center may only be around level 10, and he still has a considerable advantage. Looking at the equipment, a rare emotion called "anger" rose in Gree's dull and dull brain.

Hack all "equipment parties"!

Gree also gave himself a rare sense of humor, and then raised his tattered two-handed sword and launched a death charge at the zombie lord directly in front of him.

With the sharp sound of "咻" breaking the wind, the death charge that broke through a shallow ditch with vigor finally came to the zombie lord who looked extremely annoying, and the clash of sword and shield sent out a dull and dull shock wave.

The hurricane swept away, and all the floating soil around the two "people" was blown up, swirling and slapping in the narrow passageway between the tombstones.

The zombie lord who raised his shield to meet him screamed again and again, his thick feet wearing steel boots dragged deep ravines on the ground, and the giant shield made of fine steel was a little distorted and deformed. And the two-handed sword in the hands of the black warrior Gree has been bent into a bow shape, and rust powder and iron slag have fallen to the ground. This made the "cross jump" that he wanted to continue behind immediately useless.

"Gate, you bastard, hurry up! This black warrior is quite powerful." The zombie lord who was violently beaten by Gree raised his sword and screamed. Although he screamed miserably, he didn't get hurt at all.

A sharp whistling sound of "Woo" sounded from the back of the black warrior's head.

Gree dodged the oncoming mace, and his thin body hit the hard tombstone, making him dizzy for a while. In the mottled and swaying chaotic light and shadow, two grinning zombie lords sealed the space in front of it, pushing forward step by step.

Immediately, Gree's angry and unwilling roar sounded in the narrow alley.

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In fact, there are still many undeads like the black warrior Gree who were crushed by two weaker ones relying on the gap in equipment, but their situation is definitely better than those who met the elite cemetery companions.

In the asymmetrical and dangerous environment of the Mysterious Stele Formation, if they were unlucky enough to encounter such guys as Death God clones, ice lords, undead spiders, and followers of evil gods, their situation would be even worse.

The Reaper Clone is an advanced body of the Necromancer, a Tier 6 unit in the Great Cemetery, and all of them are fierce men above Level 16. Holding a huge death scythe that was two ends taller than himself, he wandered in the jungle of tombstones like a ghost of an unjustly dead, with his feet not touching the ground. Encountering an enemy lower than your own level only needs to wave the sickle, and a soul is harvested, and there is no need for a second stroke.

The Ice Lord is an improved and enhanced version of the Ice Banshee, which is equivalent to a variant cemetery creature formed by combining the third-level illusory spirit body, the Ice Banshee, and the fifth-level Lich. It is said that the undead research institute headed by the undead master Kel'Thuzad is working hard on the undead transformation of the frost dragon. The materials used are the third-level ice banshee and the seventh-level bone dragon. And the ice lord in front of him is the work of those perverted masters.

The ice lord may not have many skills, but most of them are large-scale ice-type attack and control skills, and he is a master of field control.

Its appearance is also in line with their identities, it is a Lich frozen in the dense ice crystals, even the soul fire burning in the hollow eye sockets is a blue frozen flame.

As for the undead spider, it was the spoils of war in the previous demon wars. Many of the captured demon hunter spiders and demon hunter corpses were not wasted, and all of them were transformed into undead spiders. Although these undead spiders have lost the ability to hatch their offspring, they have also gained the special ability to use the enemy's corpse to summon small undead spiders. In addition to paralyzing venom, the spewed spider web also has a strong shadow corrosion effect.

However, none of them are really fierce, after all, their ruthlessness is only aimed at the enemy. But the few believers of the evil god who came out of the Hall of Summoning Souls were real fierce people, not only cruel to the enemy, but also cruel to themselves.

The predecessor of the evil god believers is the deceased who strongly worships and longs for death. The deceased has experienced such a long period of precipitation and accumulation, and now there are two obvious trends in occupational differentiation. One is the "Messenger of Death" who is more focused on integrating the success rate of the low-level sue the dead, and the other is the "believers of evil gods" who have been immersed in the Hall of Souls for a long time.

The Messenger of Death always leads a group of low-level killers, and accumulates the success rate of the failed killers on himself, giving the enemy a fatal blow through the final burst. And the believers of the evil god who walked out of the Hall of Souls received mysterious life information. If they succeeded in killing the enemy with the curse, they could be saved from the fate of their souls being broken.

This is scary!

The dead are an extreme unit that dies with the enemy. Once you start the death prayer, no matter whether you succeed or not, your soul will be broken and wiped out. But believers of the evil god won the gold medal for avoiding death. Only if the curse fails will their souls be broken, and once the curse succeeds, the broken souls of the enemy will become the nourishment for its continuous progress. Even individual believers of evil gods can store these broken souls and die instead of themselves at critical times.

This gave the believers of the evil god the possibility of killing enemies and raising their ranks.

And this is where the horror of the evil god believers killing the enemy lies.

When other cemetery creatures encounter enemies, they still need to fight the enemy with untold hardships, smashing the enemy's skull bit by bit in the shadow of swords and swords, and breaking the tough spell shield. But believers of evil gods, who just wear purple and black sacrificial robes, don't need any equipment or weapons, not even a simple leather armor.

They wandered through the long and narrow corridors like midnight ghosts, and the first moment they saw the enemy, they began to recite the evil death prayer. Before the enemy rushed to his side, a gray halo swept across, and the result was clear. Either the little undead lord had nothing to do with it, and before the ferocious ax fell, the evil god believer himself was blown into a cloud of black ash. Either there is a muffled bang, and the little undead lord who was aggressive just now is wiped out, leaving only a hazy broken phantom screaming and burrowing into the body of the evil god believer.

This is the real one with you without me, with me without you, a suicidal style of fighting against the enemy.

Several members of the Lich Committee hiding in the depths of the undead castle made a special record. When cultivators face opponents of the same level, the success rate of curse killing is 37%, and the success rate will increase by 10% for each lower level of the opponent. However, they still have the same chronic disease as those who sue the dead, that is, they still have a fixed 3% death rate against even low-level opponents. In other words, the success rate of evil god believers in cursing and killing enemies can only reach a maximum of 97%.

That's good, it prevents the possibility of these evil god believers running in the wild to slaughter rabbits to accumulate soul power.