Spellcasting Heavens

No surprises!

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

Of course, since they were relatively few in number, the ones rushing to the front were the living corpses that exuded a faint aura of death.

And because the Far North is frozen all year round, the flesh on the living corpses has not rotted or deteriorated. At least most of it still retains the appearance of life. It is so dense that you can’t see the end at a glance. You don’t know whether it is tens of thousands or dozens of people. Ten thousand.

However, quantity is not the most important factor for both warring parties. What truly determines the outcome of this war is who has greater control over the dead, the Night King or Huma.

In less than ten minutes, the swarming living dead rushed towards the waiting undead army, launching a melee that the human world could never imagine.

No formation!

No command needed!

There is no such thing as tactics!

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

Interesting! They seem to be living beings made purely of energy, and they use this energy to resurrect the dead and control them. Huma muttered to himself while touching his chin.

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

It's like life has been twisted and manifested in completely opposite situations.

Different from pure death energy, the White Walkers are obviously special beings created by humans. They do not even have the ability to reproduce themselves. They rely entirely on energy transfer to change the nature of life and continue to grow their own group.

Although it sounds lofty, the shortcoming is also very obvious, that is, the power of the new white ghosts is far less than that of the old white ghosts who have lived for who knows how many years. It only takes one soul shock to kill them all. .

Sir, when will we activate the death circle? the necromancer came closer and asked in a low voice.

He was not even interested in taking a look at the all-out battle that broke out in front of him, and focused all his attention on the magic ritual jointly guided by six death mages at the rear.

Don't worry, wait a little longer. It's best to let the other side 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 hold on. Huma touched his chin. , issued the combat order without thinking.

The biggest advantage of commanding the undead army is that you don’t have to worry about soldiers at all. As long as you can win the war, you basically have as much cannon fodder as you need. Especially when fighting against living people, anyone who is not completely killed at once can be killed in a short time. Rapid strength within time.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

Accompanied by the harsh sound of wood rubbing against each other, a row of hundreds of meat grinding carts was pushed to the front line.

With the assistance of the zombie slaves, stones weighing as much as platinum were put into designated locations, and then thrown towards the rear of the enemy's position in the form of a parabola.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

Every piece of black stone falling down can kill scores of unlucky people, whether they are living corpses or ghosts, they all cannot escape death.

After being stationed near the ruins of the Valyrian civilization for so many years, Huma has already unearthed countless treasures that the world is crazy about, among which a large number of reforged Valyrian steel weapons are just one of them.

And these black stones are two of them.

Obsidian, also known as dragon crystal, is undoubtedly one of the most deadly enemies of the White Walkers. Whether it is scratched on the skin or directly hit, the flesh, flesh and bones will quickly melt away and turn into a pool of cold liquid.

Realizing that their weaknesses had been discovered by their opponents, the White Walkers suddenly became a little panicked. Nearly a third of them even continued to retreat backwards, trying to escape from the attack range of the meat grinder. At the same time, they controlled the zombies under them to swarm forward and fight for themselves. time.

Staring at the dense swarm of cannon fodder, Huma finally grinned and revealed a ferocious smile, and ordered without looking back: What are you waiting for? Activate the death circle! I can't wait to see the shock on the enemy commander's face. Dumb expression.

Hehe! I believe that must be very impressive. The Necromancer smiled sinisterly, returned to his position, raised his hands and began to chant a crude spell loudly.

After just ten seconds of transfer, a layer of gray fog suddenly enveloped the chaotic battlefield. The undead who were originally dominated by the energy of death suddenly seemed to be on stimulants, whether it was strength, speed, agility, or reaction. Great enhancement.

On the contrary, the living corpse controlled by the White Walkers began to twitch wildly and uncontrollably. After a while, the blue pupils in the eyes lost their light, replaced by the desperate aura of death, and turned their spears against the aliens. The ghost attacks.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the real function of the death circle. It uses negative energy to corrode the corpse, allowing it to escape the control of its original owner and join the army of the undead.

After all, compared to the original magic invented by the Children of the Forest, whether it is the necromancy magic of Faerûn or the psychic magic of Azeroth, it is far superior to 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 know nothing. They do not understand the nature of the energy that supports their own survival. They also do not have enough population to support in-depth research.

Appreciating the spectacular scene of the overwhelming army of undead swarming up, Huma immediately jumped on the back of the dragon of death and flew into the air. He raised the magic sword exuding coldness in his hand and went straight to the leader of the White Walkers, the Night King.

ah!!!!!!!

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 was thrown back with a backhand claw.

boom!

With the terrifying power of gravity acceleration, an unlucky White Walker was stabbed through the chest on the spot and nailed to death on the spot.

Surrender or destroy! Choose! Huma read the ultimatum loudly and condescendingly.

He had a hunch that if his army of death was joined by these white ghosts, it would be able to reach a higher level and even create a new subspecies of the undead.

But the Night King obviously didn't intend to surrender, so he jumped up and tried to attack again.

But before he could throw the ice spear for the second time, the Death Dragon swooped down, opened its big mouth full of fangs, bit into pieces of the opponent's head with a click, and drew out a silver arrow from the broken body. The translucent soul swallowed it with a look of enjoyment...