[Necromancer] Dark Throne

In official affairs, neither Roland nor Wayne will interfere with each other.

Therefore, the undead's attack on Fort Justice also unfolded as expected.

Due to Roland's sneak attack on low-level and middle-level necromancers, the King of Silence lost nearly two-thirds of his mid-level combat power. Without such necromancers who control the undead, he wants to control hundreds of millions of low-level undead without thinking It is basically impossible to submerge Fort Justice.

So Wayne mobilized other people's troops.

In battle, he used the flying chimera (batwing demon) to pour undead rot in the air as a cover, while the night ghost warriors from the shadow army relied on their ability to lurk in the shadows to stop the monarch lich army. Under the cover of the two sides sneaked into the interior from the shadow of the meeting.

For humans, it's a bloody battle.

Since the start of the war in early February, more than 2 elite soldiers have died in battle, and their bodies were burned on the spot and purified to avoid being used by the undead.

However, today is destined to be a day that all Fort Justice fighters will never forget.

Because the almost normal chimera in the sky fell down, not undead rot, but some black soot.

"What is this?" Although Andariel died, he was still a strong man of the hero rank. Although the black powder was sprinkled from the sky, and when it landed on the ground, it was scattered so small that it was hard to detect, but to him, it was just As clear as dust on glass.

"It's a big trouble, hurry up, clean up all the rot and blood on the ground!" Roland spent a long time in the abyss of the undead, and had some insights into this kind of thing.

But it's too late.

The soot seemed to have its own consciousness and floated to the city walls, cemeteries, and ambulance stations where the casualties were the heaviest.

The soot fell, and small black buds sprouted from the rotting blood and rotten flesh. After a while, black trees grew up, with vine branches and leaves as black as ink. The three closed leaves were like a huge mouth. , as if they were fierce, vicious and cruel beasts.

Roland immediately ordered several elite soldiers to act separately, must pull up and purify all the black plants within a moment, and must not touch them directly with hands.

"This is the Annihilation Tree Demon under the Fearful Demon King. They love to prey on fresh life. Unless they are undead, any race will be hunted and killed by them. They grow up regardless of time and space. As long as they have enough flesh and blood, they can be killed in a few hours." Grow into a towering tree."

"Why didn't they use it earlier?" Andariel also ordered his priests to purify the black plants that sprouted everywhere.

"Annihilating the tree demon is the trump card of the fearful demon emperor, and it will not be used easily. The king of the rest is willing to use it, which can only show that today is the time for the general attack." Roland turned pale, "Order the mage troops to activate all defensive circles. Maximum power output .”

"A mage's magic power is limited, the maximum mana output, and the magician team can last up to ten hours." Although Andariel frowned, he still issued the order.

"It's enough." Roland sighed slightly, "It's already dark, if we can't hold it before dawn, we will lose."

The dark night is the world of the undead.

They have no life, no five senses, but they only have an extraordinary response to the vitality and blood of the living.

It is their natural instinct to turn the living into their own kind. Even if they become high-level undead and find their own self, it will only be more bloodthirsty and dangerous.

Darkness is the umbrella of the undead, but humans are just the opposite.

On the wall of Fort Justice leading to the abyss of the undead, the gate has been completely blocked by boulders, and the undead like the tide outside are trying to enter under the city wall.

And on the mountain not far away, the monarch of Zhixi stood calmly at the place he had been before, looking down at the huge city under the mountainside.

Countless golden characters splashed out of countless mana towers, scattered in the air like shredded paper, forming a huge concentric circle, with the most magnificent church in the city as the center, a beautiful and holy light from the bell tower The spire goes straight to the sky, opening a gap in the thick dark clouds in the sky.As if in response, a larger beam of light scattered down from the gap in the cloud, covering the entire city.

Countless liches are outputting spells one after another, such as Frostbolt, Death and Withering, Ice Blast, Lava Ball...

The spell that was so powerful that it could destroy the city in an instant fell outside the city wall, and the area covered by the holy light seemed to encounter invisible obstacles, causing ripples of mana to ripple and then be swallowed whole.

Gargoyle troops, on the other hand, began transporting troops from the air.

Teams of almost weightless flaming skeletons fell from the sky. Although they were similar to ordinary skeletons, the difference was that they had a flaming core in their hearts. The powerful non-extinguishing flames could ignite any objects that came into contact with them.

The flames they ignite have no heat, no burnt smoke, only a red color.They wrap those wooden and stone houses, or trees, pools, burning quietly, without consuming any materials, and ignoring the water drops. They will never be extinguished, and they will only burn flesh and blood to life. ash.

Faced with this situation, Roland decisively used his Griffon troops.

The golden behemoth has the torso and limbs of a lion and the head, chest and wings of an eagle. They hover in the sky, making loud noises from time to time. Their huge wings vibrate the surrounding air, forming small whirlwinds.They took off and spread out slowly under the cover of the priest's shield, forming a V-shaped pocket assault formation.

At Roland's order, the two ends of the Griffin's V-shaped battle formation quickly moved closer together, and when they pierced into the chimeras and gargoyle groups in the air, it completely formed a sharp knife-like impact effect, and the scattered formation of the undead was like a piece. Cakes are generally sliced ​​with ease, and everything along the way comes to naught.

"Is there any hope for the troops that can only be beaten?" Greenhill, the commander of the air force, sneered and went on the field in person. He didn't attack, but just let out a long roar from a distance.

"Howl—" A heart-piercing roar of thunder rippling back and forth among the gloomy gray clouds, a ferocious and terrifying bone dragon leaped out through the mist, the majesty of the dragons was overwhelming in an instant, and the griffin After all, the mounts of the troops were ordinary beasts. Under the coercion of the dragons, they were terrified. The complete formation was scattered in an instant, and the unorganized griffins and undead raid troops began a bloody strangulation.

The gargoyle spewed out a series of scorching and eye-catching flames, burning back and forth in the griffin team, forming a red-purple sea of ​​death flames in the sky, and many griffins turned into a group in the bursts of scorching smoke. Balls of fire fell from the sky, and dying wailings continued one after another, causing even the entire sky to vibrate faintly.

Roland looked at the sky expressionlessly, lowered his eyes, and handed a long arrow stained with golden liquid to the archer next to him.

The archer did not hesitate, drawing the bow and shooting the arrow in one go.

In an instant, it hit the bone dragon's head.

Greenhill let out a roar, and was about to rush into the city, but was pulled back by a white chain.

"Your Majesty..." Greenhill looked at him tearfully, covering his forehead with arrows stuck in it.

Wayne reached out to hold the long arrow and squeezed it lightly. The long arrow instantly turned into countless stars and disappeared into the air. He threw him a bone bottle made of a spine: "Essence of the dead, wipe the wound yourself."

"Okay." Green patted the bone vase directly on his forehead, "Your Majesty, you've been looking here all day, is it up or not?"

"Gerry Huster is on the opposite side, so I can't do it easily." Wayne said lightly, "Otherwise the consequences will be difficult to end."

"Okay." Greenhill said clearly, if two demigods fight in the army, then the army will basically be considered useless, "Since you have decided to fight, then there is still a backup, right?"

"Hmm." Wayne thought for a while, then turned his gaze to the demon leader beside him.

"At your call."

"According to the plan, attack."

"Yes."

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The soldiers who were fighting with the few undead that had climbed up on the city wall suddenly realized that countless huge and sharp black figures shot out from the empty deep valley in front of them, and the strong wind brought out a long series of sharp and ear-piercing blows. The sound of breaking through the sky plowed a deep groove on the ground.

Before the first soldier he saw had time to speak out to warn, he was thrown to the ground by a dark ferocious demon, which snapped off half of his head and the helmet one by one. Blood and brains flowed all over his mouth. The terrifying appearance made the elite soldiers who had been fighting for a long time on the battlefield tremble with fear.

Several fighters suppressed their fear and rushed towards each other frantically, but the opponent disappeared into the transparent air with a light leap, and appeared behind them again, easily biting off the neck of one of them, Then disappeared into the air again.

The dark caracal's greatest ability is nothing but invisibility.

Instead of one or two, they appeared in the crowd in groups, or bit off the neck of the living, or ruthlessly punched a warrior out with their sharp claws.

The army on the city wall did not survive for a few minutes under the hands of such a terrifying enemy. Deep and tragic screams rang out and quickly spread into the city.

The flesh and blood torn off by the caracals did not eat, but was discarded on the body of the black plant.

The tree buds irrigated by rotting blood and rotten flesh grew wildly. A healthy tree just over two meters stretched out a long vine covered in poisonous juice, tightly entwining a caracal demon. Fighting fighters, once entangled, countless branches with a dense layer of sharp thorns will gather like a group of snakes, until they bind each other into tree balls, and the viscous and foul venom will corrode them within seconds It turned into a pool of pus and blood, and a creepy sucking sound could be heard.

This evil tree grows stronger for each life it devours.As the dryads grew into ten-meter-high trees one by one, there were almost no creatures that could survive under their hands. The blessing of flesh and blood made them soon cover the entire city.

Under the holy light, the fortress began to be chaotic and collapsed from within.

With the growth of the dryad team, a huge and lush dark forest began to form, whether it was animals or plants, wherever they existed was their food.

And above their heads, there is still a shroud—holy light.

On February 7632, 2 in the Guangming calendar, Fort Justice fell. There were 27 troops stationed in the fortress, and less than 80 survived.The commander-in-chief of the coalition forces was taken over by the old Marshal Osolan.