The Rise of the Cemetery

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The shadow is still that shadow.

But the next moment, it became so strange and terrible!

Almost at the moment when Gamor sensed the difference in the environment around him, the shadows boiled deep.

Countless black noose-like weird tentacles spread around, and then slammed inwards, so Gamor was instantly **** by five flowers. And this is not dead, the real deadly attack comes from above.

A thick succulent tentacle comparable to an octopus tentacle hung down quickly from the ceiling of the sewer, and as Gamor opened his mouth, he slammed into his large mouth. Then, next to it, countless filamentous fleshy tentacles pierced through all the holes in his head and waved wildly against the cold wind in the sewer.

Gamor died like this.

Perhaps it is not a complete death, at least his body is still standing straight, unsightly tentacles are protruding from his eyes, nostrils, and ears, and his body is always twitching unconsciously.

A few undead servants who had not yet understood the situation in the field had not waited for the master to rush to their masters, and their spirits suddenly disappeared, one by one scattered into dead bones. Only the two grudges hidden behind Gamor had time to attack for a round before dying. They glowed with faint green fluorescent ghost claws and viciously swept across the strange black mist that bound the Necromancer, vaguely touching something familiar.

Unfortunately, the time left for them to attack is too short. At the next moment, the two of them also dissipated with a long, mournful wailing soul fire, leaving only a black dusty dust in place.

"Your movements are slow!" The strange black mist twisted and twisted, finally reunited into a hazy figure. He complained bitterly, because two pale green claw marks were left behind his back.

"No way. This is, after all, a 12th-level necromancer who has mastered 6th-level spells, and has a high level of mental resistance!" It was creepy that the answer to the weird shadow was actually the puppet-like Gamor.

His face was contorted and twitched, his body trembling slightly, and it seemed that he could not stand, but he was tilting his head and replying.

With a grunting grunt, a grump fell from the darkness of the ceiling, and the fleshy tentacles of the "inserted" Dead Gamor were extended from "it".

With the "backflow" of most of the tentacles, the flesh once again restored its human form, and it is the corpse king who has advanced into the "polluter". And the guy who embodies the strange black mist is the shadow demon.

However, when the Corpse King recovered, there was a tentacle in Gamor's body, so he could also drive this former Necromancer in disguise. Taking a Necromancer as a younger brother is more practical than previous zombies.

Both of their advanced careers now take the treacherous and unpredictable direction as their main direction, and it is just right for them to play in this narrow and dim sewer. Otherwise, how could a 12th-level Necromancer be so easily won?

"I feel that the fire element under my feet is getting thicker and thicker. It is better for us to move faster, otherwise the enemy will succeed in conspiracy, and there will not be a few who can escape!" One piece, except that the soul fire at the eyes is clearly visible, the whole body can't see the slightest popularity from top to bottom, from bottom to top.

However, he is still a caster after all, although he is only good at shadow spells. Therefore, his opinion is very important.

"In this case, we don't have to do such a troublesome one-on-one attack. I assault, you cover, and strive to clean up the surroundings as quickly as possible."

"it is good!"

The two discussed the matter properly and immediately began to act.

The next moment, the corpse king, who was a meat shield professional, twisted and wriggled, and the whole body reassembled into a huge meat ball rolling along the sewer crazy forward. On both sides of the meat ball, two thick and powerful fleshy tentacles waved like a long whip.

Where the meat ball passed, sewage was splashing and bricks and stones were broken, but this could not stop the end of the mad attack of the corpse king. Like a beating stone that couldn't hold the brakes, the corpse king waved his tentacles and crashed all the way toward the distance.

The shadow devil sneered, and his figure once again became a looming smoke, chasing behind the corpse king and disappearing into the shadow of the sewer.

How could such a huge arrogance be hidden from the eyes and ears of the Necromancer lurking in the dark.

But in their dumbfounded dullness, a huge meat ball about to fill more than half of the sewer tunnels rushed into their ambush circle from far and near.

Go all the way, the elements are gorgeous!

The magic traps lurking in the periphery and the organs were triggered one after another. The bursting fireball bursting into the air, the air and the surrounding walls were covered with a layer of frost. Thorns sting, poison crossbows ...

However, no matter whether it is a death spell or a trap mechanism, all attacks can only be hit by the outer layer of the huge meat ball, but it does not have any effect to prevent the enemy from disturbing the enemy. Instead, while the meat ball was passing by, the two large and terrifying tentacles were slamming around, and several dead souls lurking in the dark were pumped into flying bones.

Several necromancers ambushing here quickly replaced the scroll in their hands, replacing the original attack spells with bone prisons, force field walls, and ice cages that were raised from the ground. This meatball magic resistance is so high, they also have no confidence to kill or seriously hurt it in a wave, so it is better to try to trap it first.

But they didn't notice, just as they were entangled with the meat ball, a large group of strange black mist had flown down the ceiling to their heads.

So as the black mist fell, the whole world was quiet!

...

As the outer eyeliners were lost one by one, Gogs, who presided over the magic ceremony in the sewer transfer hall, couldn't help but get upset.

The enemy came too fast, and the breakthrough was also very determined, which made it also not confident to rush to complete the magic ritual before the enemy rushed in. Inevitably, it allowed a 19th-level Necromancer to preside over the ceremony instead of killing himself with a group of Necromancers.

The two sides met head-to-head in a passageway, and they slapped together without saying a word.

Time is running out, and the loud noise of the rumbling lava rolling below is getting closer. It seems that this group of necromancers is planning to transform the ground into a huge lava pool, and then overturn the entire city of Berne in one fell swoop.

The narrow road meets the brave! At this time, any step of retreating may cause unpredictable disasters, so the two cemetery owners will also fight, and the cemetery mercenaries with a gang of reinforcements will desperately fight with the lich.

The meat ball of the incarnation of the corpse is still so brave, full horsepower rampaged in the lich team, although the beaten body is not complete, it does not take a step back. The long tentacles of the tentacles were arrogant and arrogant slamming and slamming, which caused the other team to be confused and chaotic.

The shadow demon turned into a black mist, drifting around, and no one was throwing "shade of destruction" everywhere. Seeing where there are many enemies, I can't help but say that flashing past is a "elegy of the soul". In the past, the remnant souls of the enemies killed by the Shadow Demon were absorbed by him to increase his shadow damage. At this moment, a brain sprayed out and instantly formed a terrible scene of a soul-eating.

The remnant soul ignores the defense, and it has the most lethality to those physical monsters that have no magic shield and rely only on the defensive power of the rou body.

In a big move, the undead servants brought by the lich fell in half instantly.

There is no way, the undead caster is missing everywhere. Therefore, most of the lich's men are mutants who rely on brute force and strong body to eat. They immediately hit the trick and suffered heavy casualties.

Since the levels of the corpse king and the shadow demon are somewhat low, one at level 18 and the other at level 17, under the command of Arthas, both the Blood Count Esther and the Silver Phantom Landor came here to support.

Astor, the Earl of Blood Shadow, is a sensitive warrior with a strange sword and a strange speed. The extremely fast body shape, coupled with the teleportation of the ghosts, made him go where the outsiders could only see a scarlet remnant image, so he had the title of Earl of Blood Shadow.

He is like a ubiquitous ghost. When he ran excitedly, the whole battlefield was full of roaring wind and slowly disappearing ghosts.

And when he is running rapidly, the thorn, the thorn, the thorn ...

He does not have much other skills, just a simple thrust.

But don't say that when a certain skill is tapped to the extreme, it is so unsolvable and difficult.

The single-strike sword may not be powerful enough for a single attack, but he does not care, he is seeking the ultimate speed. Therefore, the enemies faced by Aisite always hummed around the dazzling afterimages, and the body seemed to be pecked by hundreds of woodpeckers, and it was standing unsteadily.

However, Aisite still had a chance to know that he had a few pounds or a few pounds. He didn't dare to seduce the powerful lich, and locked all the targets of his attack on the undead slaves.

His attack is difficult to break the magic defense of a holy order lich, and the lich is a good player who is good at spell instantaneous. If he doesn't harass the holy order lich without knowing it, I am afraid that an instant large-scale restricted spell can make him sit in the wax.

The Silver Phantom Landor is a typical banshee style haircut. Relying on the avatar through the wall, it walks through the floor, ceiling, stone walls, and stone columns, enticing the enemy's attacks to continue to fall into the empty space. Every three minutes and five, to find a good time, she rushed into the circle and issued the signature howl of the banshee.

Sorry, the Banshee Howl is also a typical large-scale attack that ignores defense. Except for a few spells that increase mental toughness and soul protection, it is almost an unsolvable spell-like ability.

But every time he breaks into the enemy group is also a dangerous business.

The undead servants present did not have fuel-efficient lamps. Even the bone sticks, zombie lords, and dark knights all had powerful magical attack methods. So every time the Howl of Banshee kills the enemy fiercely, she is constantly adding wounds.

This kind of magic damage cannot be avoided by blurring the body.