The Rise of the Cemetery

(This is the first update to make up for "Eternal Preservation and Immortality", and it still owes 4 updates.)

With the steady development of the Great Cemetery, the current mainstream combat forces have all crossed the 16-level threshold.

It is conceivable that in the next period of time, those cemetery subordinates who have exhausted their potential and are stuck at level 15 will also withdraw from the stage of history and fill the vacancies in cemetery cities around the world.

This is a natural elimination that the Necropolis must go through if it wants to develop downward, and it is also the mainstream of biological development.

The emergence of autonomous souls is too unpredictable, and the evolution of the cemetery's arms also requires a lot of flesh and blood, so the undead natives have become the backbone of the great cemetery.

Seriously speaking, both Karoo and Plataya can be regarded as representatives of the successful people among the undead natives in the undead world. With their hard work and hard work, they created their own world in the large cemetery. Now he has become the hero who chooses the best among the best in the cemetery, and has also become the city lord who dominates one side. In every way, they are the worship idols of these undead natives.

Therefore, this group of undead elites, leaders, and small lords who came from various remote corners of the undead world cherished these rare fighters, and their enthusiasm even exceeded that of the acting city lord Karu.

The eagerness for war and military exploits is already overwhelming even without war mobilization. In the later stage, Carew and Plataya even had to suppress the overinflated self-confidence of the bottom layer, otherwise a pre-determined defensive counterattack would become an active attack.

While everyone is waiting eagerly and anxiously, an unprecedented war of warcraft is about to start.

Before the big war happened, small-scale contact wars, ambushes, and guerrilla warfare were already in full swing. In addition to those undead mercenaries who couldn't bear the loneliness and fought against each other in the jungle in advance, many experimental units from the corpse witch of the Great Cemetery have also been put into the battlefield for actual testing, and the nearly 100-mile jungle north of Yinfeng City Turned into a strangling quagmire.

There are hundreds of mercenary teams of different subordinates, and nearly a thousand cemetery subordinates with rich combat experience, reasonable arm allocation, and vicious and bloody methods are interspersed and lurking inside. Or ambush the opponent's leading soldiers, or lure the opponent's small team into a trap, or wantonly attack and harass the main force of the opponent's brigade...

They roared in and out, gathering and dispersing impermanently.

When I was young, it was just a skilled killing team composed of three or five mercenaries, who could do anything to lure and ambush. Most of the time, with a whistle, a team of nearly a hundred undead can be gathered in a local area, and the opponent's team can be forced to scatter and kill wantonly.

Relying on the many eyeliners of the undead who were ambushing in the jungle in advance, the cemetery mercenaries also played guerrilla tactics with the druids, the sons of the jungle, and turned a vast and quiet jungle into a killing field.

Since the cemetery mercenaries who participated in the battle were extremely high-level and all had their own special skills, they had the upper hand in the small-scale elite battle. Although there were casualties in the whole killing, but overall, the undead side took advantage and made countless gains.

Through this bloody contact again and again, Yinfeng City has finally fully figured out the composition of the attacking team.

The team that attacked this time was almost entirely composed of jungle beasts, and the number could not be clearly counted. They are led by a large number of indigenous monsters. Although the races and origins are more complicated, the dominant one is still the famous local monster lord—a winged flying snake that has reached level 18.

The Winged Flying Snake, a lightning-type beast, looks like a giant python with a pair of huge wings. It is famous for the snake crown that resembles a crown on its head.

I don't know how the group of big druids persuaded the monster lord, so that he led his vassal monsters to drive out groups of jungle beasts and birds, and ran long distances to the source of evil. Along the way, they engulfed many low-level wild beasts, and when they approached Yinfeng City, they actually formed a localized wave of ferocious beasts.

Looking down from a high altitude, among the vast and steep jungles and mountains, countless black beasts are running, roaring, and even fighting and devouring each other in some parts. There are surging black spots everywhere in the jungle, such as lions, tigers, bisons, black bears, wild boars, cheetahs, monitor lizards, boa constrictors, even bats, baboons and owls are mixed in, running desperately towards the direction of Yinfeng City...

And behind them, there is a large group of jungle monsters with extremely high intelligence, the most common ones are Griffin, Quadrilateral Ape, Peng Bird, Iron-backed Rhinoceros, Wind Wolf, Wyvern... The uncommon ones are Mosquito and Bat , horses, gray bag beasts... In short, all the monsters you can find in this area can be found in the team at this moment.

Such a large and chaotic team can't be controlled smoothly at all, so they can only drive them towards the direction of Yinfeng City according to the situation. It can be seen that the Warcraft lord only used them as one-time free cannon fodder!

Seriously speaking, no matter how much such cannon fodder there is, Yinfeng City will not be afraid, but the druid group and many intelligent monsters mixed in the vast beast horde are a headache for the cemetery mercenaries.

These guys don't need to drive the jungle beasts with their fingers, as long as they can distinguish friend from foe. Therefore, if the cemetery mercenaries wanted to successfully ambush high-level intelligent monsters or druid groups, they had to clear up a large number of fearless beasts that accidentally broke into the battlefield from time to time, and it was extremely difficult to fight.

With the rapid impact of the berserk beast tide, the strangling line composed of cemetery mercenaries retreated again and again, and finally let the flames of war burn to the long-awaited Yinfeng City. On this nearly one hundred mile jungle road, the corpses of wild beasts can be seen all the time, and the pungent bloody smell can be smelled everywhere, which has become an out-and-out road to death.

Finally, when the vanguard of the beast tide approached within 5 miles of Yinfeng City, Yinfeng City issued an order to fully contract.

Teams of cemetery mercenaries either galloped on horses or rode huge bat demons, retreated from the jungle one after another, and submerged in the thick fog of war unique to the cemetery city.

Behind them, hordes of wolves, lions, and tigers ran and screamed on the ground, and countless baboons and giant apes jumped like flying among the treetops and forests.

The ground was trembling, the jungle was screaming, and countless armored rhinos, razor boars, mountain leopards, and giant pythons poured out from the depths of the forest, flooding the land in front of them like an overwhelming torrent.

The closer to Shadowwind City, the more serious the corruption of the earth.

Under the heavy fog of war in Yinfeng City, the once lush forest degenerated into a dark and rotten land. The giant tree that two or three people could not embrace in the past has now become a skinny and eerie ghost tree. There is no green on it anymore, only the twisted branches and old and broken spider webs that are terrifying like demons are left.

The green on the ground has receded, revealing the bare black soil, wisps of pale mist floating on the lifeless land. A powerful evil ghost looms in the mist, leaving only the lingering terrifying howl in the world.

There was even foul-smelling and pungent muddy sewage in some areas, soaking the ground to a pulp, and undead creatures could be vaguely seen in it.

A place of evil, a place of filth, this is a place that must be purified.

Every druid who saw the great change in the environment was filled with unquenchable anger. This batch of undead is simply unprecedented evil. Wherever they go, they have corrupted the entire world into a terrible dead place where only fallen creatures can survive.

They are simply the worst enemy of the natural jungle!

"Purify them completely!" and "Let them taste the wrath of nature..." roared one after another, and the druid group was filled with righteous indignation, vowing to be sworn to death with these undead creatures.

However, the many arch druids who led the team suppressed their restlessness, and turned their attention to the commander in chief of this purification operation—the druid elders.

On a high ground overlooking the nearby mountains and forests, more than a dozen druid elders with fluttering beards, covered in green leaf robes, holding panli wooden staffs, and wearing professional equipment such as deer helmets, wolf helmets, and bear helmets, are Carefully look at the future battlefield, hoping to see more enemy arrangements.

It's a pity that in the enemy's field, all the plants are either withered or distorted, and they can no longer respond to their requests. And the thick fog of war floating at an altitude of 50 and a half meters also blocked the prying eyes of the aerial sentries. Many druids once drove owls, skylarks, mountain eagles and other animal companions to go under the clouds to see what happened, but they often never returned, and they could never see them return.

The only thing that could give them feedback was the terrifying scene of the fierce wraiths all over the sky and the terrifying banshee pounced on them.

This is a group of prepared undead creatures, with an extremely strict war organization and efficient killing methods, and they are not alone. They have a city, a terrible city entirely of the undead.

As the beast tide advanced, many druids entered the fog of war, and finally got a glimpse of the gloomy cemetery city shrouded in heavy fog.

The whole city inherits the characteristics of the undead, and it is completely built in gray and black tones, with almost no half-different variegated colors. Most of the majestic towering magical buildings have extremely terrifying domed spikes on the top, which look like hideous bone spurs on the body of terrifying undead under the gloomy mist.

Too strong negative energy makes countless ghosts and resentful ghosts appear here, and the mist floating between the sky and the earth can condense into the body of evil spirits at any time. Unscrupulous horror and malice wandered between the heaven and the earth, and any dead bone that fell on it could instantly condense into a broken soul fire.

This is a place where resentment gathers, and it is also a city full of malice.

As soon as the huge beast horde driven by the monster lord entered the dead and rotting land, many discomforts appeared. The small animals under countless vitality often fall over as they walk, their bodies gradually decay and fester, and finally turn into smelly black water.

This involuntarily caused commotion in the beast herd, and the front of the beast tide began to stagnate.