Heroes of the Invincible Undead

"The Quiet City..."

In the dark night, on the huge pale bone sedan chair, a thin man in gray, holding a sight glass in his hand, muttered to himself while looking at the brightly lit town in the distance.

He should have been respected by all necromancers. As a lich, his breath now seemed so weak that even an average apprentice couldn't compare him.

"Master Modo, what should we do now? Master Rod, but there is no order coming..."

Beside the gray-clothed man, a lanky humanoid trembling asked, his skin was tightly wrapped in bones, with obvious lines outlined, and he looked skinny.

"Green, you are his death knight, please tell him that my life has come to an end, and the soul solidified in my body is about to dissipate... I don't want to die unwillingly with all my strength, this is the last thing I have Can do it."

At the end of the talk, the man in gray coughed repeatedly. He managed to endure the pain on his body, still maintaining a calm face: "Vampires."

Behind him, in the woodland that had long been eroded by death energy, on the dense withered tree trunks, bats hanging upside down, opened their scarlet eyes.

"Disrupt the enemy's sight."

Following the calm command of the man in gray, countless bats ascended into the sky, as if a large black net spread out, covering everything below it. The sky was originally bright moonlight, and it was also covered with a layer of cloud.

According to the sight through the sight glass, the city has already imposed a curfew. Except for patrolling guards, there are no other creatures on the streets. The vampire's raid may have unexpected results.

"Sad undead creatures, death will be your only ending."

Suddenly, a roar resounded throughout the town, followed by a dazzling pale light.

The white light was shining, and all the bats in the sky lit up with pale flames. Many vampires tried to show their true shape, but they couldn't slow the burning of the flames. Only those farther away escaped.

In the center of the light, a sturdy dwarf is maintaining this spell. Judging from his sturdy figure, it is impossible to imagine that he is a spellcaster, but it is easier to think of it as a warrior.

A violent black cloud swept over. Behind the black cloud is the corpse witch who has long been lurking outside the town by the night. In their scarlet eyes, there is only madness.

"In the quiet city, when did a spellcaster like you come? Where is Jenny?"

The unwilling words of the man in gray resounded on the battlefield. He did not expect that the spellcaster who guarded the secluded city was not the Jenny mentioned in the intelligence, but was replaced by another legendary spellcaster.

The name of the legendary creature has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of all creatures. Once a creature of this level appears on the battlefield, it will often cause tragic damage.

"Evil Lich, could it be that your brain is rotten like your body? Do you think I will reveal information to you?" The dwarf cast a spell, with a trace of disdain on his face: "However, you really should remember me. Name, I am the great guardian of the jungle, the dwarf Malcam."

Facing the black cloud, the dwarf had no fear in his heart. In the laneway behind him, many dwarves with the same ability to cast spells emerged, and they worked together to form a huge light curtain against the cloud of death.

"hateful!"

The grey-clothed man on the bone sedan said angrily, ignoring his badly injured body, waving his sleeves, and then ordered: "Dark Knight, charge me."

Having lost most of his power, he has no way to cast spells like he used to, and can only command undead creatures to fight.

A variety of undead creatures cooperate with each other, plus a huge number of corpse witches, which is exactly what he dares to attack.

As long as the secluded city is occupied, the last obstacle in front of the Elf Holy Land is also cleared. At that time, the Necromancer can drive straight in, seize the Elf King City and the Tularian Holy Land in one fell swoop, and declare the victory of the battle.

Anticipating the strength of the guard, the man in gray wanted to unite with another lich to attack the town together, but he was rejected. In the end, he had a foreboding that his life would be exhausted, and led the undead creatures alone to launch a final attack on the quiet city.

"You are the leader of those Necromancers? No other accomplices?"

Just when the man in gray sent out most of the undead creatures to attack the enemy, a low voice suddenly reached his ears.

In an instant, the gray-clothed man's expression changed. He looked to the rear, and saw that under the cover of night, a spirit who was immersed in darkness, who had passed the guards of all the undead creatures at some point, appeared beside him.

Perceiving the arrival of the crisis, the surrounding undead creatures reacted immediately, rushing towards the enemy in front of them.

Two huge sword lights flashed by, and the gray-clothed man could not see clearly, only felt the breeze blowing his robe. The next moment, all the nearby undead creatures fell apart and fell to the ground, the soul fire slowly extinguished .

Even the dark knight who stayed behind could not stop this elf's blow.

The gray-clothed man's eyes were stunned, his mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. This level of existence has surpassed his imagination. Even if he came here in his heyday, he might not be able to defeat it, so he could only escape with space magic.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a hero as Eri." He sighed, finally let go of the obsession in his heart, closed his eyes, and the breath of his body slowly weakened.

"Master Modo, quickly cast a spell to take me away." Beside the man in gray, a slender humanoid creature said repeatedly, with a panic in his words. Because he was lying on the ground, he was able to survive the attack of the elf.

"Master Modo... Master Modo?" Seeing that the man in gray had no response, he couldn't help but yelled a few more, and even slightly pushed the man in gray a few times.

His actions were destined to receive no response. The aura belonging to the man in gray had slowly dissipated at this time.

"No..." Seeing that the black-clothed elf was getting closer, his body trembled, and at the same time he let out a desperate whine, "Help me... Lord Modo, Lord Lord."

His words seemed to have attracted the attention of the black elves. The next moment, his body lightened, and the whole person was lifted by the black elves.

"Do you know Rod?" In his ear, the black elf asked indifferently, and the words did not seem to contain any emotion.

"Yes, I am Lord Lord's death knight. Don't kill me, I can provide you with a lot of information." He found the possibility of survival, he said repeatedly.

"Death knight... Tell him with your spiritual imprint, I am in the quiet city, waiting for his arrival." The black elf said slowly.

The lanky creature did so, and the elf in black continued to ask: "Did you tell him?"

He nodded, and the next moment, accompanied by a burst of blood, his head rose into the sky, and his consciousness plunged into darkness.