The Rise of the Cemetery

The war of the undead is always long and tortuous.

Both sides are like a strong and clumsy giant. You punch and kick each other to wear down the other's strength. Even if there were occasional mistakes during the battle, it would be difficult for the opponent to catch this opportunity with slow and stiff movements. Therefore, quick victories and big victories are rare, and tragic victories after hard fights have become the norm.

In the Battle of Heimu Lake, from the fight in the morning of Lichun day, to the dim afternoon, and then to the dark night, the entire frontier of the war is constantly changing. The defense line on the side of the Necropolis has retreated under the fog of war, retreating to the vicinity of the city of Mars.

As the name suggests, the city of Mars was transformed from the body of the corpse grave demon Mars.

At this critical moment, the corpse grave demon Mars has completely retracted his extended body. The huge body with a radius of nearly a kilometer has shrunk by nearly half, leaving only a radius of 500 meters. The huge obsidian tombstones that make up the body moved to the edge of the body with the flow of the tomb soil, where they were spliced ​​one by one to form a different kind of city wall.

Black corpses and zombies crawled out of the graves and gathered around the city wall, faithfully performing their duties as guards. As the grave soil rolled up and the earth trembled, spooky and strange ghost fire towers rose from the inside, with ghost fires fluttering on them, ghost howling again and again, and a strong and condensed breath of death gathered and condensed inside.

The towering gloomy magic buildings, the strange and hideous strange stone statues, the mournful wailing that echoes in my ears all the time, the slightly raised tombs, and the solemn large mausoleums... This is what the city of Mars has left for people. maximum impression.

For the Cemetery Expeditionary Army to hide a city of undead under the thick fog of war, all members of the Undead Council who saw this scene were speechless. Of course, with their knowledge, it's not enough to fail to recognize such a well-known constructed undead as the Corpse Grave Demon. While having a headache about how to capture this undead fortress, they are also envious of each other's good luck.

An activated and constructed undead like the Corpse Grave Demon is probably already the most high-end and high-end movable castle in the group of necromancers. In Klein Continent, when undead spellcasters cannot openly erect their own mage towers, having their own mobile undead castle is already the most extravagant enjoyment.

Such undead treasures may not be uncommon for legendary liches, but for those low-level liches, necromancers, and high-level undead who are still in the hard training period, with it, they no longer have to work hard A painful choice between traveling and a beloved experiment in magic.

However, in order to obtain such excellent trophies, they probably need to clear such a difficult hedgehog like the Great Cemetery in advance.

Relying on a huge force ten times larger than the opponent's, the undead council finally broke through the opponent's defense line several times and spread the flames of war to the center of Mars City. Under the thick fog of war, the 10-mile radius around the city of Mars became a sea of ​​undead, and strange-shaped undead could be seen fighting everywhere.

After the line of defense was breached, the slow-moving abominations had no time to withdraw into the city of Mars, so they could only organize scattered resistance on the spot. They circled more than a dozen large and small battle circles in the boundless sea of ​​undead, and they still valiantly killed the undead. The first and second regiments of the Ebon Knights, under the leadership of the two regiment leaders, were still galloping amidst the crowds of undead. Every time the huge horseshoes and the shining and fast saber fell, pieces of undead turned into dry bones.

They are like icebreakers sailing in the boundless frozen sea. Wherever the blade points, all evils and changes will be avoided, and no one can stop their progress. But their speed is getting slower and slower, and they seem to be frozen in place.

And the only one who is invincible is the Cemetery Bat Demon Air Rider Spellcasting Group. They hovered in mid-air, and gray clouds of death continuously penetrated into the sea of ​​wriggling corpses under their feet, causing dozens or even hundreds of casualties every moment. It's a pity that this loss is of no help to the enemies that have already spread into a sea of ​​corpses. The vacancy left by the bloom of the death flower is refilled by swarming zombies even if they can't hold on for three fingers.

What appeared in front of their eyes was always a wriggling carpet woven with human flesh.

If someone looks down from a high altitude at this time, they will find that with the fog of war as the center, the hills, hills, slopes, wastelands, lakes around Blackwood Lake...all the standing space is covered by surging human heads.

Ragged clothes, hideous and ugly zombies,

Skinny, creaking skeletons,

The figure is hazy and illusory, exuding a faint fluorescent wailing ghost,

Crouching on the ground like a flayed corpse of a brutal ghoul,

Wearing a tattered armor and dragging a rusted sword in his hand, the black warrior,

As for the high-level ghost killers, vampires, banshees, wights, ghost wolves, evil spirits and other characters, they don't even bother to mix in these low-level undead creatures. The undead who approached them kept threatening.

On the way they advance, they will always pass by the battlefield after one tragic fight after another. Around every slumped Stitch Monster and Plague Lord, a large number of undead remains and bone fragments nearly half a foot thick will be found. As for the remains of the undead knights that strewn across the battlefield, they have been deeply buried by layers of undead corpses.

The battle continues.

With the influx of a large number of undead, the thick fog of war floating in the mid-air can no longer be an obstacle, and finally the sight of the two legendary liches can be projected on the magical undead castle.

Behind the Undead Castle, a chimney-like magic building is continuously spewing black smoke, and it is it that is creating these disgusting and hateful fogs. Of course, there are many suspicious buildings around the undead castle that look eerie and weird, and the faint halo of elements that cannot be directly seen by the naked eye is transmitted from the inside, which is also a magical building.

This made the two legendary liches couldn't help but look at each other.

The world of magic is indeed vast and boundless, and the things seen today on the enemy's side are all mysterious creations that have never been seen before. If you can hold them all in your arms, you will definitely gain a lot of novel knowledge and inspiration.

The battle at this time has been limited to within a few miles of the city transformed by the corpse tomb demon, and even in many places, the surging sea of ​​undead has already begun to siege the city. However, in the face of the overwhelming wave of undead, Mars, the corpse grave demon, showed bravery and invincibility far beyond his own level.

The wights, zombies, ghosts, and clumsy gargoyles bound by it swarmed under the obsidian city wall, crazily and violently slaughtering the undead coming towards them. The scattered undead bones were densely piled up in front of them, and they were already forming a hill.

They are fighting bravely, and the undead on the attacking side are also attacking bravely. The casualties of both sides are basically equal.

But here lies the weirdness. No matter how many undead there were in the fallen cemetery, more undead from the cemetery continued to climb out of the mound of corpses behind them, pouring into the battlefield.

"That damn corpse grave is stealing corpses, we can't let the cannon fodder be wasted in this place. Tell the necromancers, let these low-level little guys back down. Let Serrell, Dorothy, Jana Lai, Zukin...they go!"

The first one to understand the situation was Prince Hevis who had been presiding over the entire battle. He growled in a low voice, his cheeks were as pale as if coated with a thick layer of white powder, and only by constantly waving the exquisite aristocratic cane in his hand could he express the true anger in his heart.

From his position, he could truly see the battlefield ahead.

That corpse grave fiend was really stealing corpses.

In fact, the battle that took place under the obsidian city wall was still within the range of the graveyard of Mars, the corpse grave demon. All the undead who died in battle fell on this dark land, melting slowly at a fast speed. It was only because the number of undead who died in battle was too many and too fast, and the corpses were piled up layer after layer, so Mars's behavior of stealing corpses from the evil tomb soil hidden in the ground was not discovered in the first place.

All the corpses wrapped back into the body by the cemetery were re-given "life" in the undead transformation room that was operating efficiently. During the civil war. It can be said that as long as Mars's own energy reserves are not exhausted, it can use the undead corpses recovered from the battlefield to drag down the undead army outside alive.

Prince Hevis, who was in charge of the battle outside, discovered this, so he panicked and ordered people to tear down the undead sea tactics that were not satisfactory for the test, and instead sent some middle and high-level undead lords to fight forward. As long as it can break the virtuous cycle of self-construction of the corpse grave demon, can a slow-moving activated undead really turn the world upside down?

Therefore, under the urging of many necromancers, the tide of undead corpses, which was still a sea of ​​people just now, receded far away slowly and sluggishly like the ebbing sea water. Instead, they were replaced by groups of mid-level and high-level undead creatures of various shapes.

These are the backbone of the undead that the Undead Union Council has worked so hard to accumulate. Only by relying on them, the Undead Council can control the tide of undead corpses like a commanding arm. Although necromancers are not weak in command ability, they are not real undead after all. When they are always out of energy, how can these little undead lords who are tireless and fearless of life and death be more handy to use.

These small undead lords were all implanted with slave contracts in the soul fire, and there was absolutely no problem with their trust. And those necromancers were just inspired and forced into this group by the cruel environment outside. A servant whose life and death are in his hands, and a wage earner who cannot be fully controlled, between the two, it is self-evident who is more loyal and who is more trustworthy.