The Rise of the Cemetery

For undead spellcasters, the corpse of the enemy is their new weapon, and the soul of the enemy is their inexhaustible source of power.

With just one wave of troop projection, the frontal battlefield of the Rock Fortress has completely fallen. The surviving guards scrambled through the long and narrow corridor, frantically fleeing to the second line of defense.

On the other side of the corridor, behind the fortress built with low sand and stone walls, nearly a hundred wizards and guards each hold crossbow arrows to monitor any movement in the corridor, and more than a dozen formal wizards are even more serious, with powerful elements rippling from their wizard weapons. brilliant.

The guards who wanted to pass through the corridor were crowded with each other, no one wanted to be left behind, and the narrow corridor was filled to the point that it became more and more impassable. At this moment, there was another distorted and frightened scream "The monster is coming" from the rear, which made the scene even more chaotic.

The countless terrified guards couldn't muster up the courage to turn around and fight the swarming monsters. They could only desperately push their companions away, trying to escape back to the safe area behind the chest barrier. Under the oppression of extreme fear, many guards began to wield their swords in order to give themselves a chance to survive, and slashed wildly at all living things that wanted to get close to them.

All of a sudden, the long and narrow passageway was filled with sword lights and blood splattered. Before the ghouls could attack, the guards, who had been squeezed into lumps, had killed themselves, bleeding into rivers and leaving their corpses in a mess.

The guards guarding behind the second line of defense looked at each other in blank dismay, their hands gripping their swords couldn't help trembling, and they began to turn around frequently to peep at the behavior of the wizards. It was their companions who slashed and killed in the corridor! In less than half a quarter of an hour, he was forced into a terrible situation of self-mutilation by that mysterious enemy.

Then, how terrifying are those enemies hidden in the shadows opposite!

The situation at the scene didn't allow them to think too much. The guards who swarmed in with each other were already red-eyed, and they were dangerous to the guards on the second line of defense.

"Close the camp and order them to kill the enemy on the spot!" A 6-ring wizard who usually presided over the defense of the battle castle shouted loudly.

Under his strict order, some iron horses and sandbags prepared in advance were stuffed at the entrance of the wall, and soon the only remaining escape route was completely sealed off.

"I am Wizard Gesang... I order you in the name of the War Fort Deacon Wizard, to defend on the spot and block the enemy's attack. Any behavior that dares to attack the defense will be regarded as a rebellion and will be executed immediately!" With the help of amplified witchcraft, the order of the 6-ring wizard resounded through the entire corridor, awakening the guards who were dazzled by fear.

With the road ahead blocked, the group of abandoned guards had no choice but to turn around and fight with the ghouls who were chasing after them out of fear of the wizard.

In an instant, this narrow and annoying underground tunnel was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and all kinds of biting and screaming were endless. But soon, all kinds of sounds gradually fell silent again, and the dark corridor fell into a maddening silence again.

But this dead silence didn't last long.

Soon, there were countless black shadows shaking in the dim shadows, and some strange rustling sounds came out, very like the sound of clothes rubbing against the ground and walls, accompanied by a low and murmur-like sound. There was a wailing at the mouth and an unspeakable stench.

Driven by the terrible undead spell, these newly dead human guards stood up again and rushed back to their former partners.

A moment later, the piercing explosion of crossbow bolts and the frenzied lightning, flames, ice, acid balls... filled the space again.

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No matter how lively the battle on the front line is, it will not affect the two 8-ring great wizards hiding in the underground secret room at this moment.

However, judging from the situation at the scene, the once rampant wizard Halves is really not good at the moment.

The wound on the severed arm had already been dealt with hastily, but his condition not only did not improve, but instead tended to deteriorate. A crying grimace made of black mist floated beside Halfus, and even though he tried all kinds of methods, he couldn't drive or remove this strange and inexplicable thing.

Even Yosashi who stayed behind tried a few times, but he couldn't even figure out whether the grimace belonged to a spell or a ghost, let alone get rid of it.

At this point, the two Menlihu who are accustomed to dominating this rocky battle castle have to admit that these foreign invaders may be average in terms of individual combat power, but at the level of control of strange magic, there are indeed wizards. Unattainable heights.

This is obviously a profound curse, and the source of the curse is deeply rooted in the soul of the victim, which makes them even more cautious and afraid to try it.

The sorcerer Halfus sat cross-legged in a green glowing wizard formation with a livid complexion, trying his best to block the connection between this curse spell and the distant place. But even so, the soul curse that occurred every half a quarter of an hour still made him miserable.

The type of curse is quite simple, it is a kind of superficial human body sense.

To be honest, even Halfus, who is an 8-ring wizard, did not expect that he would be overwhelmed by this extremely simple physical sense. Numbness, itching, soreness, pain, bitterness, spicy, salty, joy, anger, sadness, joy, surprise, fear, worry... How can these simple underlying senses of the body plus basic emotions be able to overwhelm an experiencer? The 8-ring great wizard who has undergone countless soul transformations and spiritual sharpening?

But when the itch spread in the soul, the terrible feeling of wanting to scratch the skin of the whole body made Halfus feel lingering fear now when he thought of it.

If this was just ordinary physical torture, he would have to stick to his mind and isolate the body's perception to reduce the impact of the injury. But if this feeling actually permeates from the depths of the soul, then there is really no way to hide, even clearer and more terrifying than real physical damage.

This is tantamount to stripping away the magic resistance that his 8th-ring great wizard naturally possessed, and directly engraved that painful perception deep in his soul, allowing him to accept it without hesitation.

Although it is difficult to directly kill a great wizard with such a curse, the various tortures caused by it are extremely unbearable!

It's hard to imagine that he, a majestic 8-ring wizard, will be like a wizard apprentice who has just glimpsed the truth, crying in pain on the floor of the secret room, scratching his body bloody, and his skin is torn. If Yosashi hadn't tied him up in time with the rope binding technique, I'm afraid Halfus would be bloody and bloody, and the bones could be seen from the wound.

Kesur's spell-breaking technique, witch-curse substitute technique, witch-insect spell, life-and-death substitute technique, curse mother transfer technique...

After all the conceivable witchcraft spells were cast, not only did they not work, but the insidious curse that forced them became more and more crazy. It turned from a previous burst of sensory emotions to a complex burst of multiple bursts. All kinds of extreme body perception and low-level emotions were mixed together, making Halfus experience a feeling that life would be worse than death.

Seeing this wizard companion who is usually arrogant and stable at the top of his head is now caught in a life-and-death dilemma, Yosashi, who is also an 8-ring great wizard, is also frightened, and his fighting spirit has completely disappeared. It would be a terrible torture for anyone to fight against such an insidious and terrifying enemy!

First of all, when fighting undead spellcasters, it is difficult for you to find their bodies.

These undead spellcasters are the most terrifying monsters who can use all the resources around them, and killing villages and villages is just a matter of effort for them. All kinds of insidious death traps and vicious undead summons will make you lose more than half of your strength before you see them.

If you successfully defeat the undead legion they formed, they will never rush out to duel with you. Instead, they will shift the battlefield and concoct a batch of undead legions to consume your strength.

Therefore, as an undead spellcaster, he would never fight a peer who was at the peak of his strength. They will do everything possible to use various means to consume your strength. At this point, they are really patient!

Once you show your fatigue in the confrontation with them, the next thing is to besiege and harass like a tide of corpses. Until the moment you are exhausted, they will carefully appear near you, ending this long battle with a well-prepared instant death spell.

But the most disgusting thing is that every undead spellcaster is a master of curses, just like every thief is a master of poison, this has become their standard equipment.

Once such a guy is entangled, he can only end up in the same fate as Halfus, tortured by the vicious curse, and his life is worse than death.

During the time when Yosashi was wandering in the sky, the great wizard Halfus finally survived another outbreak of the curse, lying on his back on the limestone slab, dripping wet, gasping for breath.

But the weird crying grimace on his body suddenly changed a bit.

With the help of the overwhelmingly gloomy atmosphere in the secret room, the weeping grimace slowly raised its illusory head, looked around, and finally pointed its creepy face at Yosashi.

"Deal or fight, your choice?"

Even in the underground secret room with layers of protection superimposed, an uncontrollable chill still emerged from the bottom of Yosashi's heart. This curse seems to have some kind of positioning function, and it was able to project the power of that Karthus through the heavy protection.

It's not as safe here as I thought.

"Outsider, what exactly do you want?"

Under Yosashi's loud yelling, the witch array around the underground secret room began to rumble into operation, colorful magic protections slowly emerged on the surrounding walls, and the attacking witch array also silently locked on the crying grimace.

"Deal or fight, your choice?" Grimace repeated the previous words again.

Is this for negotiating?

Yosashi thought about it silently, and asked tentatively, "What can you trade?"

"Knowledge!"

"Knowledge?"

Yosashi fell silent.