The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 209 218 Undead Dharma God (for Subscription)
Wen Twelve looked over curiously, and Ivy, the elf saint, knelt down in front of him respectfully, bowed her head, not daring to look directly at him.

Behind Ivy, the top nine mages in the Elf Kingdom saw Wen Twelve coming out, and they all knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Respected and great god, I implore you to save your devout believers."

The language is not a language that Wen Twelve is familiar with, but after the sacrifice of the saint, Wen Twelve found that he could understand it.

In the distance, the gargoyles were being slaughtered. In the dark corner, the necromancer was still reciting spells silently, transforming the dead elves into an army of undead. With the death of too many elves, the defense line was suddenly in jeopardy.

Everyone's attention was focused on the great god who came out of the portal. There was hope in their eyes, hoping that this great god could help them solve this terrible natural disaster of the undead.

Wen Twelve didn't reply for a long time. He was still familiar with that strange need. Ivy, who had been bowing her head, slowly raised her head. Her stunning beauty was comparable to that of the angels.

A pair of innocent and lively beautiful eyes are covered with water mist, the pink and white skin is like crystal jade, and the pale white plain dress outlines a perfect figure. The girl is kneeling on the ground, her eyes are full of pain and confusion.

Under the altar, the civilians who did not leave and some wounded soldiers all knelt down on the ground, with hopeful eyes in their eyes, even the soldiers and knights who were resisting the gargoyles and the sea of ​​skeletons couldn't help turning their heads and waiting Order of the great gods.

"Oh? My devout believer means my people?"

Wen Twelve Light looked at the girl kneeling in front of him for the first time, and his words were automatically converted into the mainland elf language.

"Yes, yes, the great gods, our elf kingdom, are all your believers and your people."

"interesting!"

Wen Twelve raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It doesn't take much effort to get here! Since you are my people, of course I have to cover you."

"Long live, long live!!!"

"Long live Her Royal Highness!"

"Whoa, the gods have not abandoned us!!!"

"Hold on, the gods will come to save us soon!"

Hearing Wen Twelve's words, in an instant, the entire palace erupted, and some disabled soldiers knelt on the ground, bowing in the direction of the altar.

"Brothers, block these damned undead, guard the altar, and wait for the gods to descend!"

Jobs, the elf templar, roared angrily. He suddenly burst out his fighting spirit and chopped off the head of the gargoyle who had been fighting in front of him.

Black blood splattered, and countless soldiers and warriors burst out with their last strength. As long as the altar is protected, the elf kingdom will be saved!

"Kill, kill, kill, block the undead, guard the altar!"

"Ah, ah, I want to die with you!"

"Brothers, the gods are coming soon, you must block them!"

"Block, quick, block that gargoyle!"

The Elf Templar Jobs glared at the sword, he beheaded the gargoyle around him with one sword, and the whole person directly rushed to the gargoyle that was about to reach the altar.

"Squeak~~~~"

In the dark sky, more than a dozen banshees screamed suddenly, and the sound waves spread out one after another. Veblen's movements suddenly stopped. He covered his head in pain, and blood flowed out of his ears continuously.

"what!!"

"Banshee, it's a banshee!"

"Die, die, go die!"

Numerous soldiers hugged their heads and groaned in pain. On the altar, the figure of the kingdom mage who used his own magic power to maintain the magic barrier couldn't help shaking, and the magic barrier shook violently at this moment.

"Steady, all of you, steady your mind!"

A light-type elf magician yelled, the light in her hand slowly bloomed, and the white holy light dispelled the wailing of the banshee's soul.

"Da da da, da da da~~~~~"

In the army of skeletons, ferocious and terrifying spiders appeared one after another. These spiders walked on the ground in such a complicated terrain as the palace. The eight spider legs were so sharp that they could easily pierce through armor.

"Cave-dwelling tarantulas showed up, too."

With despair in the eyes of the saint, the main force of the undead army began to appear. Even if this god is there, can they survive? ?

"I come!"

An elf fire magician stood up suddenly, stepped out of the altar resolutely, and flew into the air.

"Forbidden Curse: Burning Flames!"

"Grandpa Morris, no!"

The fire magician looked at the saint with gentle eyes, and his whole body turned into a raging fire, swallowing the sea of ​​skeletons. The dancing flames made the pouring rain rise, and the saint knelt on the ground, her eyes were red.

"Ow!"

In the dark clouds, a huge figure slowly appeared. It looked at the raging fire below, and its eyes showed disdain in a human way.

The sound of the dragon's cry resounded throughout the audience, and the raging fire was covered with frost in an instant. The fire magician broke away from the state of the fire element, and he fell to the ground, his face as ashes.

"Death, death, it's the undead bone dragon!!!"

"Ow!"

The Undead Bone Dragon spread its wings. It looked at the desperate crowd and slowly opened its mouth.

"Run, run, saint, run!"

The fire magician roared, and the saint shook her head slowly. She stood in front of the altar, opened her arms, looked at the undead bone dragon, and regarded death as home.

"Protect the saint, protect the altar!"

The remaining elf magicians stood in front of the saint, their eyes full of despair.

"It's over, it's over, the kingdom of elves, it's over"

At this moment, Wen Twelve's light voice came over. Just now he was just studying the difference between these undead and his own. Now it seems that one is not as strong as his own, and the other is not as good-looking as his own. As for the time to die the elves?Isn't resurrection enough?
"...Why are you so pessimistic? Isn't it just an undead bone dragon? It's like no one else!"

After Wen Twelve finished speaking, a staff appeared in his hand, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Use magic to defeat magic!"

Under the doubtful eyes of all the elves, Wen Twelve waved a staff in his hand.

A portal suddenly appeared in front of him, and as the portal expanded, a bone dragon as white as jade flew out.

"Bone! Bone Dragon? Another Bone Dragon?"

"It's over, it's over! We're over!"

Some elves who didn't know the truth saw this scene, their faces were ashen, and even the elf saintess was stunned, and fell to the ground in despair.

"Necromancer! No necromancer! This god is actually an evil necromancer. I didn't expect to summon such an evil guy. It's over! The whole continent is over!"

As the bone dragon flew into the sky, the portal did not close, and a knight riding a horse appeared in the portal in the next second.

"Death Knight!"

Another undead who can rival the bone dragon!Under the leadership of the Necromancer Knight, tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers slowly walked out of the portal.

Above the sky, the undead bone dragon that was about to breathe stopped immediately. It stared at the bone dragon in the distance and became vigilant.

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