Necromancer: A New Era

Tang Yue sat cross-legged in the small courtyard filled with the fragrance of flowers. The improvements brought by the advancement made him much stronger. First of all, the power of the 7th-level necromancy magic was completely incomparable to the 6th-level. Once mastered, it would be a qualitative leap.

Just as he was about to check what magic he could learn, he heard a rapid panting sound in the distance. Then Carl walked in, his huge snake tail sweeping restlessly. He came close and bowed, saying, "My lord, I feel a lot of our people approaching quickly. They must be my people."

"Huh?" Tang Yue opened his eyes upon hearing that, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

"What is their purpose?" Tang Yue asked.

"I don't know either, but it is most likely aimed at me. It could also be the sacred scepter of our clan in your hand." Carl answered respectfully.

Tang Yue pondered for a moment, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Let's go out and take a look first." Tang Yue stood up and walked out of the yard.

Carl followed closely behind, his heart also full of worry.

As they walked out of the courtyard, the figure of Ephthal was walking towards them.

"My Lord, I sense many powerful auras approaching quickly. Do you need me to check it out?"

"No need. I already know. Go ring the assembly bell and gather everyone in front of the valley. The Medusa clan is here with ill intentions."

Efissad took the order and left. Soon, the sound of a rapid bell rang through the sky, and all the tribesmen began to gather. The order was quickly issued, and soon they all gathered in front of the city gate at the entrance of the valley. The black Howling Moon Wolves lay quietly.

The City of Hope, a towering city, was now enveloped in a solemn atmosphere. On the city wall, Tang Yue rode on a huge wolf king, staring at the distant horizon with a sharp gaze. Behind him were countless warriors from the Gray Dwarfs and Dark Elves, who were either holding weapons or preparing spells, ready for battle.

On Tang Yue's left and right were two powerful men from the Holy Land, Ephisad and Karl. Ephisad had a calm face, and his armor shone with a mysterious light; Karl had deep eyes, as if he was recalling the glorious years of the past. The Dark Dragon held a huge one-handed sword in one hand, like a brave general who could block the passage of thousands of men, silently guarding Tang Yue.

Soon, a cloud of dust rose on the horizon, and the Medusa army finally appeared. Their arrival was like the calm before the storm was completely broken, and a solemn atmosphere filled the air.

Carl's eyes narrowed. As a former member of the Medusa clan, he knew the strength of these warriors. The lineup of the Medusa clan this time was obviously the elite of the clan, led by eight Saint Domain warriors, followed by a large number of 7th to 8th level warriors. Even the most ordinary warriors had at least reached the strength of 5th level. Such a force was undoubtedly a severe test for the Tang Yue coalition.

The Medusa warriors had human bodies and snake tails, and their eight arms wielded eight strange scimitars. Their bodies were more than two meters tall, and every step they took seemed to make the earth tremble. Their eyes were full of desire for battle and confidence in victory.

When the battle was about to break out, Kashiqi of the Medusa clan walked to the front of the battle. His voice was loud and cold: "My dear brother, are you not going to come out and have a chat?"

Carl moved and flew in front of Kashiqi. His voice was also firm and powerful: "You really think highly of me. You even brought everyone in the tribe with you. Aren't you afraid that the enemy tribe will attack your tribe?"

Kashiqi sneered: "My dear brother, I will not be at peace until I get back the sacred artifact of our tribe. Why don't you return the artifact to me, and then tie up these humans and give them to me, then we may be able to regain our brotherhood."

"You are dreaming!" Karl rejected her outright. "How can you be qualified to possess the clan leader's scepter?"

Without further ado, Carl threw down a sentence "Let's fight" and flew back to Tang Yue. He asked Tang Yue to use the Medusa clan's artifact - the golden cane, to bless all the warriors to avoid petrification.

Carl raised the scepter and chanted the special language of the Medusa clan. As he prayed, golden light emanated from the scepter and gradually spread to the entire coalition camp, enveloping hundreds of thousands of people. At this moment, they seemed to have received a blessing, and the petrification spell would no longer work on them.

Seeing this, Kasqi frowned, "Damn traitor!" He was extremely angry, because Carl's actions undoubtedly made the Medusa family's innate petrification spell useless. But the war will not stop because of one person's betrayal, and the warriors on both sides are ready for a life-and-death fight.

"How about we have a fight?" Kashiqi's voice sounded again, "Only use high-end combat power to decide the outcome, so as not to be exhausted. He understood that this was the strategy of the Medusa clan to win a quick victory. But he also knew that although his coalition forces were large in number, they did not have an advantage in high-end combat power. However, he had no intention of retreating, because this war was not only for the struggle for power and territory, but also for the protection of his own people and beliefs.

"Okay!" Tang Yue responded in a deep voice, "Just as you wish, let's fight it out with our high-end combat power!"

The high-end combat forces of both sides gradually walked to the center of the battlefield, and their momentum was like two insurmountable mountains colliding together. For a moment, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind and clouds surged.

Under the sky, there was a solemn atmosphere. Ephisade stood in the air, his momentum was completely different from before. With Tang Yue's long-term assistance, he not only recovered his former strength, but even went a step further, reaching the peak of the Holy Land. His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they could swallow up all challenges and dissatisfaction.

At this moment, he stared at the Medusa clan with a sharp gaze. These races who lived on fighting were usually very arrogant, but at this moment, they couldn't help but feel a little scared under Ephisard's gaze. Ephisard raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, flew to the center of the battlefield, and said in an almost provocative tone: "You can come together!"

These words were like a spark that instantly ignited the fighting spirit of the Medusa clan. They roared, wielded their scimitars, and were eager to fight. Kashiqi, as the leader of the Medusa clan, felt a sense of inexplicable fear at this moment. He originally thought that in terms of high-end combat power, their Medusa clan was enough to crush the other side, but the appearance of Ephesud disrupted all his plans.

Eight powerful saints of the Medusa clan stepped forward at this moment. They stood side by side in front of Ephesud, ready to challenge him. However, Ephesud just smiled contemptuously, and his aura suddenly burst out, and his young body began to emit a faint black light. This light contained a powerful force, as if it was a call from hell.

Everyone saw the void in front of Ephesud flash, and a huge long sword slowly appeared. The sword exuded a sharp murderous aura, as if it was a killing weapon from hell. This scene was so shocking that everyone present was moved. Chakar's eyes sparkled with gold, and he exclaimed: "Is this a miracle?"

As Efissad's body gradually recovered to 3 meters tall, he reached out and grasped the hilt of the long sword. At that moment, his momentum soared again, and the power of a landslide spread out in all directions. The eight Saint Domain masters were as fragile as scarecrows in front of this power. They were under tremendous pressure and even standing became extremely difficult.

The despair in Kashiqi's heart surged like a tide. He clearly realized that Efizad's power was far beyond their imagination. Such a strong man was no longer something they could contend with. He even began to wonder why he had not received any information about this strong man before.

On the battlefield, Ephesud was like an invincible overlord, and every breath he took seemed to change the color of the world. Under this pressure, the strong men of the Medusa clan had completely lost their will to fight. They began to retreat, panic, and fear.

But Efissad just stood there quietly, his eyes revealing a kind of disdain and ridicule. It was as if in his eyes, these so-called Saint Domain strongmen were just a group of ants.

The outcome of this battle was self-evident. Ephisade shocked the entire Medusa clan with his own strength. His name would resound throughout the continent from then on.