After all, the wizards of the wizarding world are still less knowledgeable. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Due to the preciousness and difficulty of knowledge inheritance, there has never been a necromancer at or above the level of a great wizard in the wizarding world, so they have never seen the terrifying sea of undead that is famous throughout the multiverse.

Even if they exhaust the limits of their imagination, I am afraid that they can't imagine that once the number of undead creatures with ordinary combat power of a single body crosses a certain threshold, that kind of overwhelming and unstoppable terrifying power will leave such an indelible terrifying memory in their hearts!

Since the undead who were "trapped" in the Valley of Death had no expectation that they would launch a counterattack, the perimeter of the camp was only nailed around a rudimentary wooden pile, and the height was only 2 meters. Such a "line of defense" is simply useless for lickers who climb mountains and mountains and walk on flat ground.

Therefore, there was no delay, and the many lickers only jumped slightly, and with a slight hint of force on the barracks, they rushed into the camp.

For a moment, a white leaping figure filled the field of vision, and a terrifying stench filled the nose. As soon as the human warriors lined up their formations, they were thrown to the ground by a terrifying figure with strong and powerful force. The sharp claws and claws were only slightly torn, and deep blood holes were pulled out of the human warrior's body. The lickers bite down viciously, and they can bite off their necks in one bite.

The one-and-a-half-meter-long terrifying tongue is comparable to the most powerful military crossbow arrow at close range, and wherever it pierces the body, a huge penetrating wound will appear there.

At least a thousand mortal warriors were stationed in the outpost camp at the moment. If you can equip them with the best armor and weapons, form a shield wall, form a spear formation, and then use traps and trenches to keep their horses away, you may be able to hold on for a while with the sweeping lickers.

It's a pity that they don't have any of these things!

Due to the crude smelting and forging and the lack of development of metal deposits, these ordinary soldiers were basically only equipped with rudimentary leather armor and small wooden round shields, and only those elite troops could wear a full set of metal armor. Therefore, in the face of lickers who are as swift as the wind and bounce freely, they often have a flash in their eyes, and the sword in their hand has been thrown to the ground before it can be handed out.

For a moment, the entire camp was filled with the silhouettes of lickers shuttling through the country, and the desperate and miserable howls of human warriors everywhere. Even if some clever warriors formed a small defensive circle back to back, they could not withstand the onslaught of the lickers. Even many lickers trampled on the bodies of their companions and jumped directly into the battle circle, frantically attacking their backs.

During all the battles, the Licker does not even dodge the sword in the opponent's hand. As an undead creature, as long as the opponent does not destroy the entire brain with a single blow, the licker will never stop killing.

At the back of the camp, the tents were particularly elaborate and ornate, and the resistance was particularly stubborn and fierce as it was a place where many wizards rested and recuperated.

A series of bursting fireballs exploded in the path of the lickers, and the huge flames that rose directly swept more than thirty lickers into them, burning them into charcoal. But this could not stop the madness of the lickers, and nearly a hundred lickers rushed into the sea of fire without hesitation, and used their bodies to suppress the raging flames.

The following lickers trampled on their bodies and continued their progress.

A cold wind blew, bringing with it extreme cold and swords of ice. The dozen or so lickers who rushed to the front were instantly crushed into flesh foam, frozen in transparent ice crystals thick with three fingers. As the ice crystals exploded, an extreme cold snap surged through the field, and any creature caught in it would condense into a delicate ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.

The fragile soul fire was silently extinguished in the fierce cold.

The cold snap had not yet subsided, and a crackling lightning storm reigned again.

The raging lightning energy was like a terrifying silver snake, and it actually used its infinitely winding and stretched body to form a large net of lightning that was not leaky, and the one who hugged his head and covered his face took the large group of lickers into his arms.

"Zizi Zi ......"

The sound of a strong electric current burning**, accompanied by an extremely thick scorching stench, the lightning storm created a Shura hell in the battlefield, and any creature that strayed into it would turn into a strange-shaped charred corpse in the shortest possible time. The death was so miserable and the shape was so strange that no one could associate the charred corpses with their previous appearance.

In addition to these common elemental sorcery, some somewhat obscure sorcery has also appeared in the field. Every appearance of witchcraft is usually accompanied by the death of a dozen, or dozen, of lickers.

Sour Swamps, Acid Rain, Burst Flames, Lava Fireballs, Thorn Jungles, Cannibal Flowers, Strangled Vines, Force Field Labyrinths, Death Screams, Ice Spears, Tornadoes......

The talents included in the Wizarding Association are indeed very comprehensive, and a large group of middle- and high-level wizards are frantically throwing spells into the surging tide of white undead under the cover of wizard guards. And the great wizards are so earth-shattering in their gestures, and every spell brings a massive number of licker deaths.

And those body refining wizards rushed out one after another, turning into all kinds of strange existences, and directly rushed into the place where the lickers were most densely populated.

Some of them have wolf heads and human bodies, and their bodies give birth to black hair that is as thick as all-steel armor. The claws are three feet long, and the sharp nails are not as sharp as the enchanted weapons of 2, and they can cut a licker into scattered pieces of flesh in the air with a single stroke of the hand.

Some parts of their bodies turned into strange vine forms, and a dozen rattan-like fleshy tentacles danced wildly, and any licker caught by them would be strangled and crushed in an instant.

What's more, some refining wizards absorbed heavy earth elements around their bodies, turning themselves into a tall and mighty stone giant. Such a terrifying creature casually walked around the line of lickers, and the number of casualties of the lickers soared up like a roll.

But the most eye-catching thing is a Saint-level refining wizard. He didn't need to resort to any external objects at all, just relying on his own body to inflict endless damage on the licker. Every punch and kick he threw looked unremarkable, and he couldn't perceive elemental fluctuations, but the wind pressure formed by the mighty divine power threw transparent air bombs into the white wave wantonly.

After the dull loud sound of "dong dong dong", there will be palm marks on the ground with clear lines and veins. And among these huge bones are filled with the remains of countless lickers who have been squeezed into minced meat sauce.

The licker is attacking fiercely, and at the same time dying tragically.

In just two quarters of an hour, a raging white wave engulfed all the human warriors and forced the wizards to a narrow corner of the camp, where they barely supported the last line of defense.

The wizards are all using their own miraculous skills, and they are slaughtering the lickers at a frantic pace. But locally, the inexhaustible licker finally broke through the barrier of berserk witchcraft, passed the few remaining wizard guards, and rushed in front of some wizards.

The loud sound of the explosion of berserk sorcery, the sizzling sound of baking and burning the body, the explosion of the lightning silver snake "stabbing" through the air, the despair cry of humanity when it is about to die......

The entire battlefield is a pot of boiling muddy water, tumbling and steaming everywhere, undulating everywhere. Flesh and blood become worthless here, and life is even cheaper and disdainful.

The usually delicate and expensive wizard master was also like a rude mercenary licking blood from the knife at this moment, panting, his body splashed with filthy blood and flesh, and he was still struggling to squeeze more magic power out of his gradually empty body.

At this kind of life-and-death juncture, a hesitation or trance, once the magic power is exhausted, countless miserable white figures will rush up in an instant. Claws scratch and tear mouths, flick tongues and body hits, and it almost doesn't take a few fingers for the witchcraft protection outside the body to be broken by massive attacks.

So in the next moment, no matter how precious and talented the wizard was, he could only wail as violently as the human warriors before him, drowning in the terrifying white sea by the swarming lickers.

The more they fought, the more frightened they became, and once the thought that they would never be able to kill these white monsters rose in their hearts, the fighting spirit of the wizards also plummeted, and there would be subtle lags and gaps in the continuous wave of witchcraft. Those great wizard-level guys may not be afraid to resist the impact of creatures like this, but once the middle and high-level wizards run out of magical power, then the tragic death of their companions just now is most likely a portrayal of them.

As a result, "smart" wizards began to consciously save enough magic power for themselves to protect themselves.

However, when the two powers are evenly matched, every bit of strength is still too little, and how can they be given room to steal and play tricks. As soon as they held back their strength, the reaction on the battlefield was that the white wave frantically advanced nearly ten meters.

In normal times, what is this distance of ten meters? But on today's battlefield, it means that the remaining thirty or so wizard guards and seven or eight wizards who are standing in the front are caught up in the siege of the lickers.

37 fingers, only 37 fingers, these guys who were swept into the white wave were torn to shreds. Even wizards with witchcraft protectors have a hard time escaping.

A high-level wizard with a whopping 7 rings frantically exploded the ice particles around him, smashing a dozen lickers around him into pieces. Only then did he panic and stepped on the broomstick to escape, but before he could fully rise into the air, the swarming lickers jumped up, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over his body.

A rapidly stacked pile of flesh hung frantically on his body, causing him to rise more than 7 meters high but always wobbly and unable to get out. Eventually, under the tugging and impact of the licker that kept pounced on the pile of meat, the high-ranking wizard fell back to the ground with a terrible wail of despair.

Soon, his body was overwhelmed by the lickers who rushed up in a frenzy!

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