In the wizarding world, in a reckless forest on the edge of Kashna County, a cat-and-mouse chase is unfolding.

In the vast and majestic primeval jungle, a series of resident birds were startled, and the rapid flight and long song in the nearby treetops broke the usual tranquility of the mountain forest. And in the dimly lit dense forest with branches, vines, and bushes, a wolf-like figure stumbled forward.

The ornate wizard's robes had been torn apart, and even the peaked hat that represented his status had been lost in the corner of the jungle. The high swollen forehead and the bruised and broken corners of his lips all show the difficulty and haste of his escape along the way. Even so, he kept looking back as he ran hard, as if he was chasing some terrible demon behind him.

It was close to the edge of the jungle, and the trees were a little thin, and the bright sunlight spilled into the forest through the scattered foliage, leaving a dappled light and shadow.

Rinnai was still dim, but he was able to see clearly.

In the rush of running, the fleeing wizard revealed an equally terrifying body under his tattered clothes. Covered with bruises, thick pus, and a thick ash of gas, most of his body was festering, and blood and pus dripped all the way behind him.

And he has lost the respect and pride of being a wizard, and he can no longer see the shrewdness and wisdom of the past in his bright eyes, only unspeakable fear and despair.

Being able to stumble all the way out of the devil's palm, he didn't dare to have any more extravagant hopes. To be honest, it really made him feel incredible to be able to escape here safely.

The former companions, the wizard partners who were full of spirit and wanted to eradicate the evil spirits, and the "future great wizards" who talked freely about their ideals and ambitions, fell at the feet of the enemy in pain and despair.

The three days and two nights in the depths of the jungle were a nightmare he would never forget.

One by one, their companions fell, vanished, and when they reappeared, they had become ugly and terrible ghouls, who in turn joined the attack on them. He collapsed when he vaguely recognized the identities of ghouls from their crooked faces covered with pus-covered faces!

When his companions were still fighting hard in the jungle, condensing fireballs and ice guns to attack the enemy, he fled shamefully. When the battlefield is left behind, when the battle in the sky gradually stops, his soul also sinks.

Along the way, he stumbled, without the slightest sense of protection, without the slightest sense of resistance, he was stupid and stunned by the previous tragic battle. I can't remember the spells and witchcraft that I once knew so well, the wizard's robe was torn by the bushes, his forehead was bruised from the branches, and his feet were drenched in blood from gravel and broken wood. But he didn't seem to feel anything, and he wanted to get out of the jungle as soon as possible.

The wind behind him was blowing all the time, which made him panic all day, and he didn't dare to stop somewhere to take a break.

In his haste of running, he didn't realize that every time a ray of sunlight was projected on him through the dense foliage, it would stir up a puff of green smoke, and then there would be an additional festering wound on his body.

The over-urgency and panic of his mind took over him, causing him to lose all the sanity of a wizard and rush out of the jungle amid the sound of birdsong and flowers.

Suddenly there was a light in front of me, and the tall jungle came to an abrupt end. Beneath the soothing shallow slope is a green meadow, and in the distance you can see the sharp corners of the village's wooden houses and the curling smoke of the cooking.

The warm sunlight poured down from the sky, gently caressing his whole body, and the warmth that should have made him rejoice became the most vicious curse at this moment. He was like a wretched creature thrown into a pool of sulphuric acid, wailing and screaming in pain and despair, and thick white smoke rose from his body, accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood corroding.

A moment later, a dry skeleton with only a few charred bones left scattered on the ground, buried in the fragrance of birds and flowers.

And the moment he died, far away in the depths of the jungle on a dead battlefield, a cloaked man wandering among the corpses suddenly stopped, and sensed the dark curse that suddenly erupted in the distance. Then he sneered a few times, and then focused his attention on the loot in front of him.

The wizards killed by the sneak attack this time were obviously much taller than the previous group, and a few of them might be able to transform into corpse witches, and at the very least, they could reach the kind of skeleton mage. The human warriors who came with the team were all ghouls, skeleton warriors, and zombie warriors, and they were considered low-level cannon fodder among the undead.

It's a pity that the materials are still scarce, otherwise Baoding would be able to summon a few black warriors to his side.

With a whistle, several ugly ghouls covered in slime jumped from the heights of the nearby woodtops, dragged out the carcasses they liked, followed him, and staggered into the depths of the jungle again.

His makeshift camp was in a low cave.

A dozen ugly zombies in ragged clothes loyally surrounded the entrance of the cave and watched out the wind, driving away the jungle beasts that had strayed into the area. Judging from the tattered and messy armor and cloth shirts, they were the personal guards and attendants of the formidable wizards. Only at this moment, they have become the faithful servants of another "master".

There wasn't much in the cave, just a gray-filled magic array in the middle of the clearing.

There was no way, and the magic materials that Death Song Karthas carried with him were only enough to draw this undead circle.

How can Death Song, who has just come to the Otherworld, and whose combat power is not outstanding in her own right, resist the pursuit of the damned wizards if she no longer has the assistance of powerful minions. So as soon as he gained a firm foothold, he immediately completed the construction of this undead magic circle.

Relying on the powerful power of the curse and the undead transformed by the undead circle, he finally succeeded in counterattacking and besieging the two wizarding teams that came to strangle him, and now it was time for him to reap the rewards.

Most of the witchcraft found in the wizard's storage pocket were not at all available to him, so he had to regretfully throw them aside, and the only thing that could help a little was those spell materials. However, the casting materials here are obviously very different from those in the Crane Continent, and it is really troublesome to carefully analyze the properties and special effects before using them.

However, the help of things outside the body is a small matter, and since they can't find anything on them that can satisfy them, then they will use their own bodies to compensate!

With the most vicious thoughts, Karthas instructed the ghouls to put all the selected "materials" into the magic circle on the ground, and then carefully activated the necromancy circle.

Since there is no cemetery city here, those who are used to it and can use the cemetery troops cannot be directly obtained, so Karthas can only return to the old profession of necromancer and complete the concocting of undead creatures with a specially modified alchemy circle.

Without lickers, ghouls can make do with it. Without abomination, the zombies turned over and picked up the beam again. If it weren't for the special curse placed by Karthas on the food and water source in front of these middle- and high-level wizards, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to take it down at all. So at the moment, Karthas seems to be extraordinarily gentle and careful.

This place will soon be abandoned, otherwise sooner or later it will be blocked by the big names in wizards. The rest of the battle is dominated by guerrilla warfare, and those stupid and slow zombies will have to be discarded sooner or later, so the subsequent transformation will be dominated by fast-moving and powerful mid-level undead creatures. The corpses of those three high-level wizards may be transformed into corpse witches, but due to the limited materials, they can only try hard, and the success rate is not too high.

With a deep resentment, Karthas's entire mind was immersed in the circle of the dead.

As a hero of the dragon lich clan who has just grown up, the background of Death Song Karthas is still too shallow, and he can't create a special alchemy circle that is responsible for the transformation of the undead. This is the knowledge he obtained from the necromancer Kel'thugad in exchange for the resources he has accumulated at the beginning of his departure in order to enhance his auxiliary role.

But as soon as he got his hands on this circle, Karthas became deeply infatuated with it.

Kel'thugad was one of the most proficient in spiritism in the entire Necropolis, and from the knowledge contained in this necromancy alone, Karthhas could deduce that he must have reached the level of a master.

Controlling the necromancer, Karthas decided to concoct the corpses of the three high-level wizards first.

These high-level wizards are worthy of being good at wizards, and their manipulation of elemental particles has reached the point where practice makes perfect, and their skills are almost perfect. Almost all of the mages cast by the Crane Continent are strictly in accordance with the fixed spiritual frequency to fit the elemental shock, depict a fixed spell model with spiritual power, infuse the elements into it, and then supplement it with appropriate spells and gestures to make the spell explode in the designated area.

It's more of a stick-in-the-past, based on a spellcasting pattern that has been optimized for thousands of years, and doesn't include much room for personal play.

However, the wizards in the wizarding world are more low-level spell casters, and rarely apply a fixed spell structure, of course, it may also be related to the fact that the knowledge here is too expensive. They often directly drive the most primitive elemental particles when casting spells, and then determine the exact form of their attack at the moment of attack. So the combat style is very flexible, and it is also difficult to be countered.

Both different forms of casting have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult to evaluate them completely objectively. However, there is one thing that is very popular with Karthus, and that is that they are too biased.

When choosing their own low-level spells, the orthodox mages of the Crane Continent often take into account the differences in casting spells in various environments, and reasonably match their own spell combinations among many spells, which has strong adaptability and forgiveness. However, wizards often prefer a certain kind of friendly elemental particles, and go all the way to the dark, and tap the potential of this elemental particle to the end. This causes them to be either long and offensive, or long and defensive, and everyone has big or small shortcomings, which is easy to give people the opportunity to find gaps.

Like the first two groups of wizarding teams, it was the lack of awareness of toxins and curses that made it easy for Calthhas to succeed, and he tortured them to death without finding a chance to explode with all his might.

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