Casting spells

Because Huma could feel that those creatures called the White Walkers had sensed their arrival and were planning to launch a war to determine the control of the Far North.

"My lord, the Meat Grinder Troop has been formed. We need more corpses, fresh corpses." A withered necromancer cautiously reminded.

As one of the few undead who retained the memory of his life, he had witnessed the terrifying scene when Huma unscrupulously released his own power. It was definitely not something humans could contend with, so his tone was full of fear.

Don't think that the dead can't be scared!

In fact, any living body with independent thinking ability will instinctively have a strong sense of fear.

The so-called undead are unambiguous and fearful, referring to those low-level undead who do not have the ability to think like cannon fodder. High-level undead like liches, death knights, banshees, and necromancers still maintain a considerable degree of awe of death itself.

"Oh? How many meat grinders do we have?" Huma asked with cold eyes.

"Three hundred vehicles! However, due to the lack of corpses, we cannot maximize the power of the magic plague." The necromancer quickly gave an answer.

"Very good! Don't worry about the corpses, we will have countless corpses soon."

Speaking of this, the corners of Huma's stiff mouth turned up slightly, showing a chilling smile, and subconsciously pulled out the big sword behind her back.

Because through the eyes of the death dragon hovering in the sky, he could already see a few strange-looking humanoid creatures, driving thousands of living corpses, passing through the canyon not far in front of them, and it took half a day at most. Kung Fu, the two sides will meet and start a fierce battle.

The necromancer seemed to be taken aback by this eerie smile, and hurriedly bowed his head humbly and complimented: "As you wish, great undead monarch. Any obstacles that stand in your way are destined to be ruthlessly crushed broken."

"Hmph! Tell you and your brothers, get ready to build a death circle. I want those idiots to understand that their extremely ridiculous undead magic is worthless in my eyes."

"understand!"

With Huma's order, the huge war machine started to move quickly. With a body that neither needed rest nor felt tired, in just three hours, the undead army arrived at the predetermined battlefield ahead of schedule and began to fight. Intensively build the battle line.

As for the self-righteous White Walkers, they didn't realize at all how terrifying the enemies they faced this time, and still firmly believed that they could destroy all living beings by virtue of their absolute numbers...

Chapter 984 Undead and Ghosts

No surprises!

When the undead army built the first line of defense, the White Walkers appeared on the snowy horizon.

Of course, due to their relatively small number, the ones rushing to the front are those living corpses exuding a faint breath of death.

And because the extreme north is frozen all the year round, the flesh on the living corpses has not rotted, at least most of them still retain the appearance of their lives, densely packed with no end in sight, and it is not known whether it is tens of thousands or tens of thousands. Ten thousand.

However, the number is not the most important factor for both sides in the war. What really determines the outcome of this war is the Night King or Huma, who has the stronger ability to control the dead.

In less than 10 minutes, the swarming undead rushed to the army of the undead, and launched a melee that the human world could never imagine.

There is no formation!

No command required!

There is no so-called tactics!

Some don't even have a decent weapon in their hands, and rely entirely on the most primitive weapons such as hands and teeth to fight.

"Interesting! They seem to be life forms made of pure energy, and they use this energy to resurrect the dead and control them." Huma muttered softly while rubbing her chin.

Although he is not very good at complex thinking, he can still feel the extremely weird energy.

It's like distorting life and presenting it in a diametrically opposite situation.

Different from pure death energy, the White Walkers are obviously artificially created special beings. They don't even have the ability to reproduce themselves, and rely entirely on energy transmission to change the situation of the essence of life and continue to grow their own group.

Although it sounds great, the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, the power of the new ghosts is far inferior to those of the old ghosts who have lived for an unknown number of years. It only needs a soul shock to kill them all. .

"My lord, when shall we activate the death circle?" The necromancer approached and asked in a low voice.

Regarding the all-out battle that broke out ahead, he wasn't even interested in taking a look at it. He focused all his attention on the magical ritual led by the six death mages in the rear.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer, it's better to let the opponent invest more troops. In addition, let the meat grinder start throwing large pieces of obsidian. I want to see how long the enemy commander can last." Huma stroked his chin. , Without hesitation, he issued a combat order.

The biggest advantage of commanding an army of undead is that you don't have to worry about the number of soldiers at all. As long as you can win the war, you basically need as much cannon fodder as you need, especially when fighting with living people. Rapid strength in time.

creak creak creak...

Accompanied by the screeching sound of wood rubbing against each other, a row of hundreds of meat grinder carts were pushed onto the front line.

With the assistance of the zombie slave workers, stones weighing hundreds of thousands of platinum were put into the designated positions, and then thrown into the rear of the enemy's position in a parabola.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Every piece of black stone that fell could kill a bunch of unlucky people, no matter if it was a living corpse or a strange ghost, all of them could not escape death.

Having been stationed near the ruins of Valyrian civilization for so many years, Huma has already unearthed countless treasures that the world is crazy about. Among them, a large number of recast Valyrian steel weapons are just one of them. These black stones are two of them.

Obsidian, that is, dragon crystal, is undoubtedly one of the deadliest nemesis of the White Walkers. Whether it is scratched on the skin or directly hit, the flesh and bones will quickly melt and turn into a pool of cold liquid.

Realizing that their weaknesses were discovered by their opponents, the White Walkers suddenly became a little flustered. Nearly a third of them even retreated continuously, trying to escape the attack range of the meat grinder, and at the same time controlled the living corpses under them to swarm up and fight for themselves. time.

Watching the dense crowd of cannon fodder, Huma finally grinned ferociously, and ordered without looking back: "What are you waiting for? Activate the death circle! I can't wait to see the shocked face of the enemy commander!" I'm dumbfounded."

"Hey! I believe that must be very impressive." The necromancer smiled sinisterly, returned to his own position, raised his hands and began to chant jerky spells loudly.

In just ten seconds, the chaotic battlefield was suddenly covered with a layer of gray mist. Those undead who were originally dominated by death energy suddenly seemed to have taken a stimulant, whether it was strength, speed, agility, or reaction. Great enhancement.

On the contrary, the living corpse under the control of the alien began to twitch uncontrollably. After a while, the blue pupils in the eyes lost their light and were replaced by a desperate breath of death. The ghosts attack.

You don't need to ask, this is the real function of the death circle, to corrode the corpse through negative energy, make it get rid of the control of the original owner, and join the army of the undead.

After all, compared with the original magic invented by the children of the forest, whether it is the necromantic magic in Faerun or the psychic spell in the world of Azeroth, it far exceeds the former.

What's more, the White Walkers are not the creators of this energy.

On the contrary, they are just a group of users who don't understand anything, they don't understand the essence of the energy that supports their own survival, and they don't have enough population to support in-depth research.

Appreciating the spectacular scene of the overwhelming undead army swarming up, Huma immediately jumped on the back of the death dragon and soared into the air, raised the icy cold magic sword in his hand, and went straight to the leader of the white ghosts - the night king.

"what!!!!!!!"

The Night King, who was keenly aware of the danger, roared and threw the sharp ice spear in his hand without saying a word.

But unfortunately, this blow not only failed to hit the target, but was caught by the death dragon, and threw it back with a backhand claw.

boom!

Relying on the terrifying power generated by the acceleration of gravity, an unlucky White Walker was pierced through the chest on the spot and nailed to death alive.

"Surrender or destroy! Choose!" Huma read the ultimatum condescendingly.

He had a hunch that if his death army had these ghosts to join, he would definitely be able to go to the next level, and even create a new subspecies of undead.