Archdemon

The command platform in Huo Ling's army is just behind his altar.

In addition to Huo Ling's command center, there are also members of the observation group on the lower level.

After Huo Ling summoned a legendary undead, the place became silent as if it had been attacked by a soul scream.

After a long while, a member of the gold-level observation group pointed at the legendary undead and trembled.

Another member of the holy-level observation group said in a dry voice: "This is... a legendary undead!"

"How is it possible? How long has this man been promoted to legend... How can he have a legendary undead loyal to him!" A member looked horrified.

This legendary undead undoubtedly frightened all the members of the observation group present.

Originally, these people thought that in this battle, Huo Ling, the spellcaster, should bear the beating, and his troops would also suffer a lot of losses.

Unexpectedly, Huo Ling still had a legendary undead in his hands. This was information that was beyond the expectations of all families and forces.

But this was only the first legendary undead. Huo Ling brought three legendary undead this time.

As soon as this undead stood up, another pillar of light rose up in front of the altar.

A golden member of the observation group looked at this scene and said in astonishment: "No, no way... not another one..."

Before he finished speaking, a tall and ferocious figure appeared again in the huge summoning rune array on the ground.

It was also a legendary undead. There were several horns on his head, which twisted backwards.

The heavy double-edged battle axe fell to the ground, and this legendary undead knelt on one knee...

Then... another huge summoning array and a pillar of light appeared.

The last legendary undead also squeezed out of the summoning array. Three legendary undeads as tall as 11 or 12 meters stood in front of the altar, holding weapons.

They exude the pressure and aura of the legendary level, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell the race of these legendary undead in their lifetime.

Three powerful legendary demons have now been made into legendary undead.

"Three legends!"

"Three... How can there be so many!?"

A member of the observation group exclaimed in a voice that was almost groaning.

Two Saint Domain strongmen in the observation group were full of surprise. They looked at each other and sighed at Huo Ling's strength.

A Saint Domain said in a dry voice: "More than 80 Saint Domains... Three legends... The strength of this Viscount is really... beyond expectations!"

"You are wrong... There are Saint Domains in Plain City." Another Saint Domain sighed and refuted.

All the members of the observation group present now have no intention of watching the battle. Now they want to leave this battlefield and return to Plain City quickly to report the intelligence they saw this time to their families.

A member of the gold-level observation group, with a horrified expression on his face, was already planning how to write the intelligence after returning, and how to make the family pay more attention to Lord Huo Ling.

Including Huo Ling himself, there are four legends... What a powerful force this is, and this Lord has just been promoted to legend for a few years.

Given time, how powerful will this Lord be and the power of his subordinates?

This gold-level observer did not dare to think about it any further.

In the distance, in the middle army of the Short Blade Clan.

The face of Gos Short Blade, the patriarch of the Short Blade Clan, became more and more solemn.

Originally, the intelligence they obtained showed that the other party only had one legendary necromancer, while the Short Blade Clan had three.

Such power is not to say that it is easy to defeat this necromancer, but it also has a high advantage.

But just now, three legendary-level pressures suddenly appeared in the enemy's army, which gave him a bad premonition.

Gos Shortblade asked the shaman Kosai beside him: "What's wrong with the enemy?"

Gos Shortblade's combat power is very strong, but he is still not as good as Kosai in some delicate work.

Kosai also looked solemn. He said: "The enemy has three more legendary undeads... It seems that they were all legendary demons when they were alive. Their combat power should not be underestimated."

"Damn it!" Gos Shortblade clenched his fist angrily.

"Tell the old witch of Sharp Fangs to attack the enemy together!"

"Yes! Chief."

Soon, a half-orc of the Holy Domain flew out of the Short Blade Clan's army and headed straight for the Fang Clan's camp.

Now the Short Blade Clan and the undead of Huo Ling have been fighting for half a day, and the Short Blade Clan has begun to suffer casualties, but the Fang Clan's troops have not even left the camp.

This Holy Domain soon cameIn the largest military camp of the Fang Clan, all the elites of the Fang Clan were there.

Each of them was a member of the Fang Clan headquarters. They had a feud with the Short Blade Clan, and none of them had a good face.

The Short Blade Clan's Saint followed the people into the military tent and met the Great Grandmother of the Fang Clan.

However, soon, the Short Blade Clan's Saint left the military tent with a sullen face, and took off into the air after leaving the camp.

Obviously, he did not get the answer he wanted this time.

The Fang Clan sent troops, but their legends did not go out, and even the troops that were sent out were only a small part.

At their current speed, even if the Short Blade Clan suffered tens of thousands of casualties, they would not be able to reach the battlefield in time.

In the tent of the Fang Clan, the Great Grandmother was lying on a luxuriously decorated wooden bed. She smiled and said to the many descendants and senior members of the Fang Clan in the tent:

"The enemy has four legends and the Short Blade has three. Let them fight well. No matter who wins, the loss will be high, which is good for our Fang Clan!"

"Always pay attention to the battle situation!"

"Yes! Great Grandmother!" Many orcs responded loudly.

...

After learning about the situation of the Fang Clan from the returning Sanctuary.

Goss angrily squeezed the wine utensils in his hand into a ball. He gritted his teeth and said, "Stupid old witch! One day, I will twist off her head."

"If the Fangs don't send troops, do we still need to leave a reserve to prevent them from doing anything?" Dewey Short Blade frowned and said on the side.

"No need! Wuya won't be so unwise. If she really dares to send troops to attack us, I will tear her grandson apart even if it means risking the lives of the enemy!"

Goss's eyes were red, and his anger was beyond words. His profession was a bloody tearer promoted from a berserker.

Anger helped to strengthen his combat power. Strands of scarlet blood flowed around him, which was a manifestation of his abundant strength.