[Necromancer] Dark Throne

The army of the undead tribe has no rest and no supplies. When the order to fight is given, he is like a perpetual motion machine, and starts to complete his mission at a high speed.

Greenhill flew very fast, and the undulating and endlessly sinister mountains below him seemed to be swimming and circling giant dragons running quickly behind.When his body is really unfolded, it is extremely huge, and it can easily carry a palace.

The corpse dragon king Shala once asserted that he has the royal blood of the hell dragon family, which can be proved by his size alone, and said that if he is still alive, it is only a matter of time before he advances to a demigod.

The giant dragon landed in front of a huge and majestic mountain range, which was the forward stronghold for attacking the human world. After crossing this towering and undulating mountain range, one could enter the great plain of the Beishui River, and along the way reach the Fort of Justice.

When Wayne floated down from the bone dragon, several high-level undead generals waiting on the side put down their weapons almost at the same time, knelt down on their knees, and prostrated themselves in front of him. The undead, but rather high-level undead, the four of them are already at the peak of the ninth rank, and they are the elite forces of their respective monarchs.

"You don't need to be like this. You are borrowed from me. You can just kneel down to the kings directly under you." Wayne has never been interested in etiquette. In his opinion, it is just a waste of time to show people's loyalty.

"No, Your Majesty the noble, wise and powerful Zhixi, as long as we are in front of you, we will always be your loyal and insignificant servants. Your whipping is the greatest gift to me." The knight in black armor covered with iron spikes said respectfully.

"I already know your loyalty, now, get up." I'm not interested in wasting time outside, Wayne has only been a necromancer for more than twenty years, and he doesn't have too many bad things.

"Your temporary palace has been built for you. I hope you are satisfied." The knight stood up humbly, and led the demigod behind him into the palace in the middle of the mountain behind him. He behaved very carefully, as if worried that Wayne would be dissatisfied will eat.

Wayne walked right in.This temporarily built mountainside fortress is very simple but huge, and the most indispensable thing for the undead is population.As long as the controllers have enough power, they can completely achieve the ability to be more terrifying than ants.

Walking through the huge corridor, the central hall has already laid out a map of the interface between the abyss of the undead and the human world.

"How many troops have arrived?" Wayne sat on the throne, staring at the huge sand table in the center, and asked.

"Your Majesty, the wailing troops of His Majesty the Banshee Queen have arrived here..."

"I didn't ask her to come!" Wayne interrupted him, quelling the monarch's disgusted screams is something that the entire abyss of the undead knows.

"Yes." The knight did not dare to object at all, "The subordinates will send them back after reporting."

Wayne said nothing.

"In addition, there are the dark demons of His Majesty the Shadow. The bone demon troops of His Majesty Dry Bones."

"Two?"

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. The distance between the first floor and the second floor of the abyss is tens of thousands of miles. Without a large teleportation array, it is impossible to reach it quickly."

"Shadow didn't arrange the gate of terror?"

"His Majesty the Corpse Dragon King forbids high-level undead to use the Gate of Terror. He believes that such a waste cannot be done now that the threat of the abyss is intensifying. He only agrees to allow low-level undead to use the Gate of Terror to teleport." Consciously lower your voice.

"Is it difficult to allow low-level undead and high-level undead to intersect?" Wayne thought that half of the problem of the door of horror teleportation had been solved long ago.

"Your Majesty, you know that low-level undead are weak in mathematics. If you make a mistake, you will ruin the entire high-level undead army." Bone Demon Knight explained bravely.

"Then let the low-level undead come over first." Wayne was not interested in embarrassing a soldier, "Go down."

Soon there was no undead in the entire hall.

Greenhill wanted to be patient and not leave, but Wayne just glanced at him, and he could only shrink his neck and leave.

Seeing no one around.

Wayne took out a blank notebook, and the secret seal on it was slightly lit, indicating that there was news.

The secret imprint is the coordinates set by the mage himself in the void. Some information can be stored in it and connected with each other through the coordinates of the void. Of course, this coordinate can only be used in this world, and it cannot be too far away from the world where the mage is. Used when mages communicate with each other.

But Roland doesn't major in legal professions, so he made such an infinite book page that can carry the imprint of the arcane.

He turned directly to the last page with words.

On this page, the other party expressed his longing for his wife and the desolation of not being around her, and then drew a Q version of a knight kissing a bone-frame lich at the end, to show that the beauty and I are like bones, and there is no difference in appearance and sensuality.

"This kind of method... I drew a stick figure for him back then, so can he draw inferences now?" Wayne snorted contemptuously, "Not doing business properly!"

Then he tore off the paper, read it and read it, and put it on the last page.

The pages were easily put back inside the book, as if it was born there at that time.

Then, he turned his gaze to the sand table.

Since it was the final result of the meeting and he agreed, then he had no reason to release the water.

To him, human beings are just a noun. Nearly one-third of the kings of the undead were once human beings, but this does not prevent them from treating human beings as food.

It's impossible that the shadow energies of decades of being a lich haven't had an effect on him, so he felt no pressure at all when he cast Dark Sky on the volcano of Artis.

It's not cold-blooded, but if he doesn't do it, someone will do it, not to mention that the continent has been bitten by the abyss, and it's only a matter of time before it is eaten up.Instead of struggling to become an undead earlier.

The Fort of Justice is not just a fortress of the human world, but also the destiny of the human world. Once this threshold is broken through, it will be very fast for the undead army to sweep the entire human world with his terrifying numbers.

But now there is only one problem.

Does he, the king of peace Dijayana, want to do it himself?

With the dangerous terrain of Fort Justice, coupled with the power of heroes and church altars, it is difficult to capture it, but if he takes action himself, with his own endless army of undead and his own strength, he can easily capture Justice fort.

This is also the reason why their existence is rampant in the abyss, they are the key to turning the tide of the battle.

But in this way, do you want to beat Roland again?

Hitting him, I really can't bear to...

Suddenly, there was a loud commotion outside.

Wayne raised his eyes and took the book next to him into his hand. The secret seal on it had been lit up again.

He turned to the last page with words.

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"Ahead is the boundary river of Broken Star Abyss. Fly low for 300 meters and approach along the ridge. Be careful not to be spotted by the Chimera sentinels in the sky." Knight Roland turned his head on a golden griffin, commanded the elite troops behind him, and took the lead fly down.

When climbing over the towering mountain top, the huge camp below the mountain has already appeared in the eyes of the people without any concealment.

"The information is correct. This is really the largest gathering place for the undead. Look, there are dozens of psychic towers over there." Amennar said solemnly beside him, "The psychic towers are for the undead to increase their strength and transform the dead. It is also a gathering place for undead wizards, destroying these wizards who control low-level undead, we will not have to worry about defending against low-level undead for a long time."

"Look, they seem to have established a stronghold in the mountains, but it seems that the high-level undead are there, are they taller than wizards?" Roland looked solemn, "It seems that the undead are really determined to deal with us."

"Where to attack first?" Yamennar asked.

"Spiritual tower! Low-level undead are our biggest trouble. They have consumed most of the priest's magic circles and are a greater threat to us." Roland said quickly, "This time we brought all the church's Elite, you lead other people to attack the Spiritual Tower, I entered the stronghold in the mountain, they are in a hurry, there is only one exit, as long as I stay there, you will have enough time to take down the Spiritual Tower."

"Okay, split up!"

Amennar waved his hand and summoned most of the Griffin cavalry to sneak down from the ridge until they were within a hundred meters of the Spirit Tower before suddenly launching.

"Kill—" Amennar roared loudly, attracting thousands of knights behind him to roar together.All of a sudden, the majestic and fiery howling sound echoed everywhere in the sky. Wave after wave rolled from one end of the cloud to the other, echoing back and forth. Qian's roar shattered into pieces.

The wizards of the ziming tower were caught off guard.

Although it is under the dark sky here, the power of other gods will be restrained, but the knights have the most physical attacks, but few magical attacks, and it is difficult for wizards to distance themselves in the psychic tower, and they are easily defeated. The melee knights restrained themselves and cleaned them up like chopping melons and vegetables.

Most of them are low-level wizards.Those who control the low-level undead in the abyss of the undead are like low-level officers here, inconspicuous, but without them, they cannot command the troops.

And the other side.

Roland entered the mountainside stronghold with one sword and one man. After clearing dozens of high-level undead guarding the gate with a large-scale holy storm at the entrance, he bombarded the gate behind him and blocked the entire entrance.

Because of the limited width of the corridor, the large number of undead that came later were easily blocked by Roland at the door.

He was very careful. At the beginning, the guards were only a few fourth-level banshees, and he only used the power of the fifth level. Later, when the fifth-level bone demon came over, he became a sixth-level knight and easily suppressed them. When the fifth-level bone demon found out When I couldn't beat it, I called the seventh-level superior...

Roland has been delaying for a long time in this way of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Until finally a ninth-level bone demon knight came over, and he easily used the power of the hero level to solve it.

Then there is no one stronger.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, then thought about it, took out his notebook, and scribbled down a line.

At this time, he felt the coercion of the hero rank, so he stood ready.

Seeing Greenhill walking out of it, the surrounding undead automatically gave way to a road.

"It's Green." Roland greeted politely, "I'm sorry, but it's okay if you think about it outside. Our strengths are not much different, so we don't have to lose both."

Greenhill smiled coldly and nodded.

Roland was overjoyed, it seemed that the plan was okay this time.

But saw Greenhill's tall body turn around and step aside.

And behind him, the beautiful and seductive Lich looked at him calmly, the book in his hand was spread flat, revealing the handwriting he just wrote: Dear, I sent you a surprise, I hope you don't mind.