The Rise of the Cemetery

In the face of a large number of life races, as long as the attack does not exceed the range of the blood race, the vampire group is almost invincible.

One of the main reasons why the vampires were not released at the beginning of the battle was that at the beginning of the battle, many monsters were still active in groups, and there were too many spells on their bodies. Letting the army of vampires play at this time will undoubtedly cause them to suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

Moreover, the army of vampires was invited as a guest army, if they were damaged too much, it would undoubtedly destroy the good cooperative relationship between the two generational city lords and the blood clan.

With all these factors superimposed, the two Yinfeng City Lords chose to use the abomination troops and war facilities to withstand the siege of the army of monsters. They waited until the attack momentum of the beast tide dropped a little, and then released the blood army that had been waiting for a long time.

As the ancestor of the blood clan, the blood demon stopped moving as soon as he teleported to the tower in the center of the battlefield at the beginning of the game, but silently watched his men fighting.

Once upon a time, every battle the Gorefiend experienced was bloody and brutal, and every time he made himself bruised and riddled with holes. However, as the arms of the Great Cemetery matured day by day, he no longer needed to charge forward as before, using his body as bait, using flesh and blood as a weapon, and using his cruelty to frighten the enemy.

Standing against the wind with his hands behind his back, sniffing the strong smell of blood that filled the entire space, the Gorefiend smiled comfortably.

In his field of vision, groups of blood-sucking counts suddenly appeared in the most intense battle circles, cutting out a bloodbath with the sharp and bright blood-red long sword in his hand. For the enemy's attack, they seldom dodge, they are completely attacking with attack. And their thin and lean bodies are like the most agile cheetahs, and they can create a series of phantoms every time they advance and retreat.

Their joining has undoubtedly played a mainstay role, quickly stabilizing the unfavorable situation just now, and there are even faint signs of a comeback in some battlefields.

After all, Yinfeng City is just a newly rising cemetery city, and its troop reserve is still very weak, especially the middle and high-ranking troops are scarce, and it has not formed enough strike force at all. In the previous battle to lure the enemy, the wave of undead corpses that had finally reached a certain scale was also reimbursed, which exposed the weakness of Yinfeng City even more.

Generally speaking, the current guards of Yinfeng City are basically adequate for defense, but they are not able to take the initiative to attack. This is also one of the main reasons why the two acting city lords are desperately trying to attract people from the outside world.

Facing the terrifying crowd of beasts, just blindly defending seems too passive. Only by sending a new force into the beast tide can the heavy pressure on the entire city defense line be effectively relieved. And such a new force can only be achieved by high-level vampires with blood-sucking regeneration and blood-sucking attacks. Even if it is replaced by the same number of undead with higher ranks, I am afraid that they will not be able to stand forever like the vampire army.

Among the surging beast tide, there are also many powerful races with rough skin and thick flesh. Guys like Grizzly Bear, Iron Armored Rhinoceros, Quadrilateral Ape, Berserk Wolf, and Jungle Python can smash any target within a radius of more than ten meters in one burst. And the Vampire Earl's army is so durable, even if he was patted into meatloaf by the violent Earth Bear one moment ago, and the next moment the bloody halo sweeps over him, he can be pulled back from the world of death to the battlefield again, and once again be brave and fearless. Fight to the death with the deadly fighting stance.

There is always an end to the outbreak of a violent monster. When its physical strength is exhausted, it will withdraw from the mad and violent mental state, and it will inevitably become a soft-legged crab. At this time, the blood-sucking counts are besieging when.

If you look down on the battlefield from a high altitude, all the commanders of the jungle side will have an illusion. That is, the ground troops of the undead are already sparse and disastrous. As long as they work harder, the vampire troops wrapped in the raging beast tide will be wiped out in an instant.

But this illusion has been maintained for a long time, and the beast tide has broken out many times in a row, but the little vampire army with less than a thousand people still exists tenaciously. If you check carefully, the jungle commander will be horrified to find that the number of this army has not decreased significantly.

And above the sky, densely packed and countless birds occupied nearly half of the sky above Yinfeng City, and those who fought bravely with them were a large number of ghost banshees and groups of ordinary vampires.

In the Sky Battlefield, although the number of beasts accounts for nearly 70% of the total, most of them are harmless birds such as skylarks, owls, wild bats, turtledoves, and nightingales, such as griffins, Roc birds, wyverns, chimeras, bats and other ferocious birds and monsters are in the minority after all.

This also led to every time the two sides fought against each other, most of the raindrops falling from the sky were low-level birds from the jungle side.

With the strength of the vampire earl on the ground and the frenzied sweep of the vampire troops in the sky, there was a vacancy visible to the naked eye in the endless terrifying beast horde before.

This shows that the beast tide organized by the Warcraft Lord has shown signs of weakness. This undoubtedly made the druid group who had been staying out of the matter a little anxious.

At this point in the war, except for the vassal races directly under the Lord of Warcraft who are still lurking in the jungle, most of the rest of the jungle forces have already entered the battlefield. And if the druid group continues to wait and see, it will undoubtedly dampen the enthusiasm of the jungle allies, and turn to doubt whether this is a terrible trap set by the druids.

As a last resort, the archdruid Fandral the Wise, who had been anxiously waiting for his follow-up troops, could only let the druids enter the field in advance.

God is sorry, as the children of nature, the druids have never had the vicious idea of ​​using their allies to block their guns in their pure hearts. The reason why they have been reluctant to enter the arena is that they are waiting for another decisive strategic force—the tree man army.

As natural allies of druids, these ancient war trees and deadwood guards, which have undergone natural evolution for thousands of years, are the best choice for charging and defending against danger, and they are also indispensable meat shields and guards for druids with weak arms.

It's a pity that their slow walking speed makes them a big trouble.

The battle in Yinfeng City was already in full swing, but the druid's treant army was still moving towards the battlefield step by step from a hundred miles away. With their speed, it will take at least 2 days to reach Yinfeng City.

Following the arch druid's order, nearly a hundred druids of all ranks who came with the team started to act one after another.

Instead of rushing into the battlefield, they turned back and sank into the depths of the jungle behind them.

I saw druids flying across the jungle one by one, constantly climbing to the top of an old tree or a steep hill, as if looking for something in the jungle.

Finally, a high-ranking druid stopped in front of a mighty ancient tree that towered above the sky.

After walking around the ancient tree three times, the high-ranking druid finally made up his mind. He took out a wooden pot full of antiquity from his bosom, leaned over and watered half of it on the roots and feet of the ancient tree, and then stood up straight and touched the trunk of the ancient tree with his hands, singing a rough and vigorous ancient battle song.

When the war song sounded in the jungle, the ancient tree in front of him couldn't help trembling slightly. At first this tremor was very slight, but when the druid's voice gradually became high and passionate, the trembling of the ancient tree even spread to the ground, causing the entire jungle to shake along with it.

The ground cracked, the roots bulged, and the ancient tree chosen by the druid let out a painful and long silent roar. Three horizontal cracks appeared in the middle of the tree trunk and opened slowly, looking from a distance like human eyes and mouth. And it also struggled to pull out all the roots from the ground, and under the action of natural magic, they quickly entangled and condensed into two thick and messy wooden thighs.

"Boom boom"

Two dull wooden stakes rammed the ground with loud noises, and the ancient tree awakened by the natural magic of "Summoning Treeman" finally completed its transformation.

The tree man leaned down slightly, and the dead wood made of hundreds of twigs and parasitic vines picked up the druid and put it on his shoulder. Then he took a big step and rushed towards the bloody battlefield that was still fighting frantically in the distance. go. On the way, the treant uprooted a large tree of appropriate thickness, cleaned up the messy branches on it, and then dragged behind him with big strides.

This is the combat weapon it prepares for itself.

One druid is like this, two druids are like this... Soon, a group of more than forty terrifying treants walked out from the depths of the jungle.

The smallest of these guys was seven or eight meters tall, and the tallest one even reached fifteen meters. They are all upright, with long tree whiskers floating all over their bodies, and their huge exposed torsos are as muscular as a strong human being, with rough lines and covered with circles of wood texture. There are also wooden spikes on the elbows, knees, and shoulders, and it looks like a violent enough war madman.

Seeing such a quick treant army, the oldest druids all showed sad and helpless expressions.

The "Summon Treeman" of the Druid group is indeed a powerful enough natural spell, but unfortunately it does not conform to the Druid's natural way.

Not every tall ancient tree in the jungle is suitable for summoning a tree person, which requires careful cultivation and careful care. Usually, only a very small number of old trees can successfully grow into a treant that can be summoned under the water of a large amount of water from the moon well.

And the "tree man" that the druids forcibly spawned with natural magic just violated the natural law of survival. Although many of them succeeded, they also caused great harm to these ancient trees with insufficient background. After going through this war, even if those Treants who survived re-rooted their roots, their lives would be cut in half.

This may be a life punishment for violating the laws of nature!