The Rise of the Cemetery

Too strong negative energy can only be tolerated by undead creatures. Any natural creature with life cannot bear this oppressive and turbid atmosphere at all, and can only rely on the individual's physique to resist.

As a result, the beasts with the weakest physique began to die one after another. The corpses of centipede lizards and piebald snakes were all over the ground, and those beasts that resisted the attack of death energy also became restless, scratching the ground frantically, making loud noises. roar.

Seeing that the momentum was wrong, under the command of the elder druids, a large number of druids rushed into the area shrouded in mist, and began to pour purification spells on the surrounding people. This mutated first-order spell transformed by the Son of Nature can only purify food and drinking water in the jungle, but here it does not hesitate to expel evil with a light effect.

You must know that banishing evil is a druid's fourth-level magic spell, and only druids above level 8 can successfully complete it. Purification is a first-level magic spell, as long as a druid can cast it without any problems. Moreover, the consumption of divine magic power between the two is even more natural.

It can be seen from this that the negative energy of undead creatures and the breath of life conceived in natural organisms are indeed mutually reinforcing, and each can inflict the greatest harm on the other.

The natural breath imbued in the purification technique and the strong negative energy breath of this world entangle and annihilate each other, which makes the pale mist keep retreating wherever the druids go, effectively alleviating the panic of the beast tide .

Deafening intensive roars came from the depths of the wild jungle, and a large group of Red Flame Tigers with red hair and strange flames burning on their tails appeared behind the herd. As soon as they appeared, they opened their mouths slightly, and a series of blazing fireballs hit the depths of the pale mist like cannonballs.

The terrifying shock wave brought by the explosion of the fireball and the elemental flames scattered all over the sky instantly emptied the large swath of fog, and the Yinfeng City not far away finally unveiled the hazy veil. The face appeared in front of everyone.

The raging beast tide at the bottom may be fearless for the ignorant, but the many intelligent races hiding at the edge of the jungle couldn't help but gasp.

Horrible, evil, filthy, powerful...

Horrible words that could erode people's minds slowly flowed through everyone's minds, making them finally understand what kind of true, pure and terrifying evil forces they need to face today.

A tall and majestic city wall stands in front of them. The entire wall is made up of densely packed and terrifying human skulls. The dense human skulls and jaws on it are even constantly opening and closing, as if they are trying to express their pain. . And the more dense and terrifying undead corpses piled up under the city wall, layer by layer, forming a terrifying mountain of corpses.

The dense and indistinguishable tide of terrifying corpses slowly squirmed, and the entire mountain of corpses was like an ever-expanding and twisting ooze monster, which was luring the souls into obsession with the terrible chatter of the undead.

Moreover, on the tall bone city wall, rows of hideous and ugly suture monsters guarded the place impenetrably. Their bloated fleshy bodies were covered with black iron chains, and the huge guillotine and the terrifying iron hook collided in their hands, sparking like sparks. The huge and ugly blood basin on the chest opened its mouth wide, and you could see the disordered and dense fangs inside, all of them were sharp like a sharp dagger inserted upside down.

And in the deeper space, many strange-shaped undead creatures could be vaguely seen hidden in the dense mist of death air, and a terrifying evil aura that made the heart stop beating filled the entire sky.

Morale -2.

All intelligent monsters and druid groups who witnessed this situation faced a severe morale -2 battlefield penalty. The terrifying and ferocious appearance of the undead has seriously exceeded their psychological tolerance limit. At this moment, even the resolute druid felt cold in his heart for no reason.

Surrounded by the great druids, the wise man of Fandral has a high nose, deep eyes, a high forehead, and clothes woven with green leaves and vines, showing the demeanor of a child of nature. Facing such a terrifying evil, the wise man of Fandral raised his long stick of Li wood in his hand, boosted the morale of the surrounding with a continuous roar, and then waved his hand and ordered to attack.

Inspired by the druid's group magic, the endless jungle beasts roared and rushed up. The terrifying wave of berserk beasts and the terrifying wave of undead corpses collided instantly.

Under the city wall of white bones, there are thousands of beasts and undead fighting together everywhere, and it is no longer possible to clearly draw a dividing line. The two sides mingled together, attacking all moving objects that were not on their own side with the same fearless bravery and rage. The entire battlefield is producing death and violence with extremely high efficiency.

At the same time, countless zombie skeletons were torn into pieces by the raging jungle beasts, and the smelly and filthy corpses were scattered all over the place. At the same time, more zombie skeletons tore the fur of the animals with their dirty black claws, scratched their bellies, pulled out their internal organs, and let their bodies be covered with bloody intestines.

The beasts were roaring, the zombies were roaring, and the battle scene between the two sides was bloody and cruel. Many druids behind couldn't bear to look directly at them. They could only tilt their faces and recite the name of the ancient god of nature in a trembling voice.

As an ancient sect handed down from ancient times, Druids believe in both gods and humans. Cenarius, the father of the great oak tree, was also an extremely powerful archdruid. It is said that he was the son of the older moon god and the white deer god, and was born with great divine power that others could not match.

As the patron saint of the primeval forest, the great Cenarius pursues the lofty principles of being friendly and caring for all natural life, has established a good relationship with the forest full of vitality, and enjoys a harmonious natural balance.

However, in the frenzied war to wipe out the Arcane Empire on the plane of Klein, the father of the great oak had no choice but to use his stalwart body as a solid barrier in order to save the riddled forest on a larger scale. This saved the destruction of everything brought about by the disintegration of Klein Continent.

It can be said that after Klein Continent was divided into three parts, it was Cenarius' self-sacrifice that allowed Warcraft Continent to retain the most primitive ecology. Therefore, in the World of Warcraft, the Druid group is very detached, and can freely enter and leave the lairs of all ferocious birds and beasts without being attacked by each other.

However, the great sacrifice of Cenarius also made the druid sect lose its biggest backer. Although his remaining natural power can still respond to the druid's prayers and divine magic, his great will has been broken and dormant.

This also caused the painful situation of the druid sect's decline.

The remaining divine power of Cenarius is scattered throughout the Warcraft Continent, and it can only continue to grow by relying on the nourishment of the lush jungle, giving the druid group more magical feedback. That's why the druid group pays special attention to the safety of the forests in the World of Warcraft. Once they discover the source of evil that destroys the primitive forests on a large scale, such as the cemetery city, their reaction is also the most intense.

Because the jungle is their current source of magic, and the destruction of the jungle by the Great Cemetery destroys the foundation of their foothold. Of course, they have to come out and fight desperately.

However, this kind of intricate situation is not something that the two parties can figure out at all, so adhering to their natural distaste for each other, the two parties chose to resolve the conflict in the most drastic way.

War, killing, bloodshed, death...

At every moment, hundreds of thousands of lives are dying at the front of the war, countless souls are crying, and a terrifying death vortex is spreading and expanding. Some creatures with a keen sense of the soul can even see the shadow of the invisible god of death wandering on the battlefield, harvesting one painful soul after another with a sneer.

Horrific hordes of beasts are still pouring out of the jungle, seemingly continuous and endless, while the horde of undead corpses gathered under the bone city wall is limited. Therefore, looking down from a high altitude, one can clearly see that the tide of purple-black corpses is being swallowed by the raging beast tide, disappearing piece by piece from the map.

Some intelligent monsters stimulated by the bloody and brutal atmosphere on the front line could not maintain a calm mind. Many monster races gathered together also began to rush to the front line, bombarding the remaining undead corpses with their own talent spells without restraint. tide.

The group of purple and black corpses began to perish at a faster rate.

"Damn it, what are these dizzy-headed guys doing? They actually used precious spells on these low-level undead creatures, so what will they have left after the real battle begins? They are going to use Are you going to gnaw at the opponent's strong castle with your own fangs?..."

The Fandral wise man roared angrily, but he had nothing to do with these monsters that did their own way. These are all direct subordinates of the Warcraft lord, and druids can't directly intervene in their command.

The "great" monster lord was content to stay in the depths of the jungle 5 miles away, and never went to the front line to command, so the monster attack in front of him was more of a spontaneous behavior.

This may be the normal way of fighting among jungle monsters, but it is definitely not a war.

Kalu and Plataya, who were hiding in Yinfeng City and peeked at the front line from a distance, saw each other's disorder and disorder, and couldn't help but their blood pupils shining at the same time.

"These stupid monsters seem to have more of their own nature. We must make good use of this!" Karu was almost incoherent in excitement.

Prataya, covered in icy frost flowers, grinned quietly, lowered his head silently, opened and closed his jaws silently, and soon conveyed specific combat instructions to the distant war towers and bunkers.

Inside a war tower, the terrifying Lich Chief wearing a necromancer robe received the order, and couldn't help roaring excitedly: "Be smart, the city lord has given the order, and a large-scale skeleton summoning will be carried out immediately. Those Don’t mindless monsters feel that there are fewer targets? Then we’ll give them more targets. Hurry up, hurry up, call the skeleton immediately, the one that consumes the least mana!”

For a time, similar roars rang out in almost all war buildings.