In the next few days of fighting, there was a lot of good news coming from the frontline battlefields!

The morale of the Secret Dragon Blood Guard is declining day by day, and the balance of confrontation between the two sides on the road to heaven is gradually tipping - although the Dragon Guardian can only take a small step forward every day, and there is a lot of price to pay, the defense line of the Secret Dragon Blood Guard is indeed gradually pushed back.

On the road to heaven, the soldiers of the dragon guardians are advancing with difficulty but steadily.

Although if it goes on like this, a month is not enough time to take Wanghai Cliff, but for Yang Hai, he is satisfied enough with such a result. Now it's up to Alfarul to see what he does.

Alphaur's movements were far greater than Yang Hai imagined, since the city gate of Wanghai Cliff was broken, the road to heaven has become a slaughterhouse, and the special terrain here is destined that the warriors on both sides have no room to retreat here, and can only fight and die here one after another. The slow advance of the Dragon Guardian's offensive, or the constant bad news from the front line that the Secret Dragon Blood Guard army is retreating little by little, has caused a lot of irritation to Alfarul.

Especially when Alfarul learned that there was a half-snake figure in the army that came to attack Wanghai Cliff this time, the patriarch was even more furious. He had a feeling that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs.

Of course, Alfarul knew that there was a half-snake tribe in the overseas islands, but he didn't expect that even the weak, worthless, and vulnerable half-snake tribe would dare to come and raise the tiger's whiskers—didn't they know that the anger of the great dragon king of the dragon clan was enough to destroy their small tribe?

In Alfarul's opinion, his failure to recruit these half-snakes to fight for him was already a very forgiving and merciful thing. These weak aliens even dare to stand on the opposite side of him!

Is it tolerable or unbearable!

On the road to heaven, the walls of the Secret Dragon Blood Guards made of flesh and blood are retreating day by day, and the strong enemies around him are still waiting and embattled, and the only generalissimo who can be used as an arcane reinforcement Lazadas has also left the Kalendo steppe - the departure of the generalissimo has completely pushed the patriarch's heart into the abyss, and Alfarul feels that the undead scourge circle left by Deco to him. The magic circle that he had always thought would never be used just in case should come in handy at this moment.

Alfarul, of course, still kept his senses. He knew what kind of damage might be done to the entire Calondo savannah once this magic array was activated.

But Alfarul remembered Deco's words again.

"Patriarch, if the dragon is not going to be your dragon family. So what's the point of you protecting the land? ”

The words echoed in Alfarul's mind like a spell.

He broke away all the guards and silently walked into the secret room where Deco carved the circle.

He dripped his own blood onto the Blood Crystal in the center of the circle, and then recited the spell that opened the circle of the Undead Scourge.

Spells, spells and magic in the usual sense, from low to high, are divided into ten levels, from one to ten, and spells beyond ten are into the category of legendary spells. In the Forgotten Continent, the caster is the most level-eaten, and if it is not at the corresponding level, then it is absolutely impossible to cast spells of the corresponding rank. In fact. Legendary spells require a level of at least 110, and spells of this level are extremely difficult for even an archmage like Deco to cast, requiring the help of external forces.

The blood crystal that radiated an ominous light embedded in the center of the circle was the heart of the circle.

The Undead Scourge is undoubtedly a legendary spell with Mirkor's death power at its core. Summons the Realm of Death to awaken all the dead in an area and make them fight for the caster. The existence of the magic of the Necromancy perfectly illustrates the phrase "a brilliant necromancer is worth an army in itself".

This circle is Deco's most proud work of studying necromancy for more than ten years, consuming all his hard work, and using Mirko's curse crystal as a medium to obtain necromantic power. The power of this undead scourge spell can be imagined.

At this moment, fear has enveloped the entire Wanghai Cliff.

The original blue sky was filled with haze, and the realm of death had dispersed all the strength of the road to heaven, and within a few days, the soldiers who had died in this meat grinder, whether it was the warriors of the Secret Dragon Blood Guard or the Dragon Guardian, were once again scared from the ground, some of them turned into dry bones, and some of them still had gradually rotting flesh.

Some powerful warriors have even evolved into corpse witches and black knights after being resurrected by necromancy.

Then, the bones that had been sleeping in the land for a long time joined in the awakening......

These necromancers, under the orders of Alfarul, unleashed a tidal wave on the armies of the dragon guardians.

The army of the undead has no hunger, no fear, no fear of swords and spears unless the key points are torn apart, and even the most courageous army will feel hopeless in the face of such an army. The soldiers of the Dragon Guardians resisted desperately, but they were still defeated, and some of them saw their former robes and rusty swords, their eyes blood-red rushing towards them, and they had nightmares all night long.

The morale of the Dragon Guardian army has been severely damaged - but the Dragon's Blood Guard is no better. Forced to be stationed with the undead, the Dragonblood Guard had to accept the fact that these disgusting necromantic creatures had become their comrades, and in just one day, the army of the Dragonblood Guard had mutinied three times, but all of them were coldly suppressed by the Necromantic Army commanded by Alfarul.

The breath of death permeated the sky of the road to heaven.

Prince Seren consulted urgently with several of his henchmen and important figures among the Dragon Guardians.

Calderon was the first thing that came to his mind, and it seemed that a high-level mage like Calderon was best suited to solve such a problem.

But in fact, Calderón has no good solution to the sudden undead disaster.

"It's not something I'm good at." Calderon said with a gloomy face, "The best way to do this is to have a necromancer of the same strength as me in our camp, because every necromancer has the instinct to rebuke the necromancer. Alpha Rul is nothing more than an outsider, and when he encounters real necromancy casters, he can't control these undead; Or there is a priest who believes in a good god, who is also about the same strength as me, and can cast spells such as axiom creation, summoning an equal amount of good creatures to fight against the army of necromancy. But I don't have a good solution, I can kill those necromancy with a forbidden spell. But it doesn't work, the undead scourge will not stop once it starts, as long as the war continues. If someone dies in the armies of the Dragon Guardian and the Secret Dragon Blood Guard, then the materials for creating the undead will continue to be generated, and these undead armies will never be clean. ”

"We can try to call for help like the Red Mage or the Harp Guild...... These people seem to be better at dealing with these things. A general suggested.

"Not as a last resort. I don't want anyone else to meddle in the dragons' internal affairs. Prince Salem rejected the best-sounding solution, "Is there any other way for you?" ”

Yang Hai also attended the meeting, and at this time he was having a headache.

He guessed that Alfarul would definitely make a big leak, but he didn't expect the trouble to be so big.

It was not surprising that his teacher could not solve this trouble, the legendary spell was about taking advantage of the situation, the war brought a large number of undead souls, and the power of death that these revenants were full of was the "potential" of the undead natural disaster, even if there was really a level 110 priest who used axiom creation in the path to heaven, Yang Hai did not think that axiomatic creation could suppress these undead. Trying to solve the big trouble left by Deco. There's only one way, and that's to find a necromancer to help solve it.

Yang Hai suddenly remembered that he seemed to know the most powerful lich in this world.

"Leorick, is there anything you can do about it?" Yang Hai humbly asked for advice.

"What do you think I can do?" Leolek said lazily, since being shoved in the face by Evans that day. Archduke Leorik was silent a lot, and seemed to have resigned himself to his fate: "As for these weak undead armies, I have a hundred ways to deal with them. But what do I have to tell you? ”

"How can I say that you are also your current master?" Yang Hai persuaded with kind words: "And there are still many places where we will cooperate in the future...... Isn't it? ”

Yang Hai is reminding Leorik that you still have something to ask me.

Leorik said something in a language that Yang Hai didn't understand, and Yang Hai guessed that he was scolding the street.

"What's the easiest way to fix it?" Yang Hai asked.

"The easiest......" Leolek thought for a moment, "This undead scourge was not condensed with the caster's own power, but summoned those scattered on the main plane. Mirkor's remnants of power to drive. The easiest way to interrupt this spell is to steal the magic power of Mirko in the spell, and this spell will naturally become invalid. ”

"Stealing divine power?" Yang Hai thought he had misheard: "What is it called stealing divine power?" ”

"It's to steal the divine power and keep it for yourself. As the name suggests, it won't? Leolek's tone revealed one thing - you are an idiot.

"But how can you steal this thing with divine power!" Yang Hai was messy.

"I ask you, what's my nickname?" Leolek said disdainfully.

Yang Hai was speechless, and then he remembered that the Grand Duke was nicknamed the Blasphemous, and he had his own way of dealing with the gods.

"Mirko wasn't my match when he was alive, and now he's long since lost his body, and I'm not sure I'm in a better place than he is—he's still not my opponent." Leolek said proudly, "But, boy, you can't let me work for nothing, can you?" ”

"What are you going to do?" Yang Hai asked helplessly.

"If you don't do anything, you always have to absorb some death energy for me as a reward, don't you? I think it's fair. Leolek put forward his own conditions.

"Death energy? Are you supposed to be ......?"

"yes, there are so many undead, isn't it a pity to let them dissipate in vain?" Leolek said lazily, "Of course, if you don't want to, forget it." I just didn't bother to move. ”

Yang Hai was pondering, and Prince Seren asked him about it.

"Virtuous nephew, I wonder if you have any good ways to do it?" Prince Seren didn't have much to expect, after all, the master was helpless about this matter. There is no reason for an apprentice to be able to come up with a solution to a problem.

However, Yang Hai still gave him a surprise.

"Just steal Mirkor's divine power, and you can stop this undead scourge spell." Yang Hai said: "I know a friend who can do this, and Master should be able to guess who this person is. ”

"Stealing divine power?" Prince Salem was also stunned, he looked at Calderon, but saw Calderon frowning.

"You mean him?" Calderon asked Yang Hai, who nodded.

"That should be doable......"

Prince Salem looked anxiously at the two polymaths who were playing dumb riddles. asked: "The friend you mentioned, what exactly does he need, I will not hesitate to give." As long as he can help me solve the problem of the undead scourge! ”

"You can't give him what he needs." Calderon shook his head and said, "Anyway. Poseidon, you have to be careful, you always have to be cautious when dealing with such a person. ”

Yang Hai nodded.

"Well, I think, Your Royal Highness, you can wait for the good news from Poseidon." Calderon said lightly.

Although Prince Salem was still confused, now that Evans's voters had determined the matter, a big stone in his heart had finally been put down.

Yang Hai was about to make preparations for stealing Mirkor's divine power, but he was approached by Fernando.

Fernando is here to talk.

"The Generalissimo wants to see you." Fernando said.

Yang Hai had to temporarily put down what he was doing and go all the way to the northern frontier of Dragon Valley. Marshal Lazadas kept his word. Saying that not stepping into the Karondo prairie is not stepping into the steppe, Yang Hai guessed that the old marshal came to him to discuss something about the sudden appearance of the army of the undead.

When Yang Hai opened the curtain and walked in, he saw the angry old marshal walking around the military tent with a sword, and after seeing Yang Hai, the anger on the old marshal's face was even worse. shouted: "Boy, you really dare to come!" ”

Yang Hai didn't know where he had offended this old bastard demon king, his face was innocent and confused.

"Boy, did you know that Alfarul would do such a bastard thing, so he deliberately separated me from the Kalendo Prairie. Let him despair, force him—"

"Marshal, you misunderstood." Yang Hai shook his head: "I have to admit that I used a bet to separate you from the Kalendo Prairie, and I was indeed persecuting Alfarul. But I really didn't know that the Moral Division would leave an undead scourge circle to Alfarul, I didn't expect that. ”

"Nonsense! Will you not know the way? ”

"Evans believers never lie!"

"Anyway, you're calculating me!"

Yang Hai had nothing to say, and the old marshal began to be unreasonable again.

"I know you guys, hey, Evans voters, full of bad water!" The old marshal jumped to his feet angrily and said that Yang Hai originally wanted to correct the old marshal and tell him that I was just a divine servant and not a voter, but looking at the old marshal's angry expression, Yang Hai felt that it was better to remain silent.

Yang Hai knew how much the old marshal was angry, because of this month-long bet, the old marshal actually lost. It is true that perhaps Alfarul can sustain himself for more than a month with an army of the undead, but so what? After doing such a heartbreaking thing, the old marshal had no choice, and at this moment he could only choose to support Prince Seren.

It is impossible to continue to swing left and right between Prince Seren and Alfarul, and continue to reap profits, I am afraid that this is what the old marshal is most angry about.

"You've already gotten a lot of benefits anyway, isn't it good to make a decision now?" Yang Hai shook his head: "Marshal, do you remember what I said to you not long ago?" Alfarul is no longer the immortal hero, although I have not dealt with him, but I have seen everything he does, is such a person really worth continuing to sit in the position of patriarch? ”

Marshal Lazadas stopped his angry thoughts and glanced at Yang Hai deeply.

"But I was upset by you, I'm just upset, what do you say?" The old marshal simply played the scoundrel again.

Yang Hai hurriedly raised his hand and surrendered: "Old marshal, if you are blackmailing, please set your sights on a rich man like the prince." I believe that in order to welcome you as a strong reinforcement of the Dragon Guardian, Prince Seren will definitely not be stingy. As for me, you'd better let me go, right? ”

Lazadas was amused by Yang Hai's appearance.

"I heard you're going to deal with the army of the undead yourself? How, are you sure about it? Lazadas asked nonchalantly.

This old guy is really well-informed...... Yang Hai complained in his heart.

"I'll do my best." He didn't say anything full: "If you don't mind, I'll go back and tell Prince Salen the good news now?" ”

"Hey, do you need to report it?" Marshal Lazadas snorted: "My messenger has already arrived at the Wanghai Cliff. Remember, boy, you count me, you owe me once. ”

Yang Hai: "......"

Ravaged by the old hooligans, Yang Hai finally escaped from the marshal in embarrassment, plus signed a large number of unequal treaties. But he's still in a good mood.

The grain worth 150 million federal guilders has played its part, and the old marshal has also joined the camp of the dragon guardians at this moment, and Alfarul is already a real loner. The only thing he had to fight for now was the endless army of the undead.

What Yang Hai has to do now is to disintegrate this undead army, push Alfarul into a corner, and win the last victory......)

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