This is a typical force crush!

With more soldiers and fewer soldiers, the dignified general trend can crush you, and your defense line can be full of holes in an instant. "Words * love * first * hair

However, the rhythm of today's war is not destined to move with the baton of the United Council of the Dead, but depends on the real war background of the two sides involved.

The earth began to tremble, the air froze instantly, and teams of Graveyard Abomination and Plague Lords stepped out of the dark fog of war, swaying their bloated and fat bodies along the passage reserved by the Lickers, and walked step by step to the front of the war.

5, 10, 15...... 40 ...... 60 ...... 100 ...... 200 ......

As the meat shields of the cemetery continued to pour out, the front of the entire phalanx of lickers was covered by the tall and fat mountains of meat, and one line of defense, two lines of defense gradually became thicker. And behind them, the abomination and plague lord in the fog continued to pour outward, as if the entire fog of war was full of such meat giants who could compete with the stitching monsters.

1000 pcs!

In the end, the number of appearances of the Graveyard Meat Shield Corps was fixed at 1000.

1,000 huge meat giants with an average height of more than 5 meters erected five more thick and terrifying Great Walls in front of the Licking Eater Phalanx. The fat and bloated body, the thick black chains wrapped around the whole body, the fierce and ferocious huge guillotine iron hook, all revealed a terrifying violence and ferocity.

Even though they didn't have to be there in person, just peeking at this scene through the magic water mirror, the two legendary lichs couldn't help but start worrying about the effect of their first wave of attacks. Such a thick and terrifying strong combat class is not at all something that the average size of the zombies is less than 2 meters can compete with, and if you really want to make a breakthrough, I am afraid you can only hope for those stitching monsters that have been carefully collected.

The legendary lich in the distance is still like this, and the pressure on Prince Hovis, who is high in the middle of the battlefield, is even greater.

The entire frontal area of the battlefield is occupied by these terrible meat giants. The lickers in the rear lined up except for the front half of the front half of the nose began to follow forward, and the second half of the lickers spread out with a hula and maneuvered at high speed in the direction of the wings. It can be seen that they are ready to use their swift speed to meet the invasion of the Skeleton Legion.

Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, the undead on the side of these cemeteries actually showed thought-provoking order and orderliness between their movements and stillness.

Hervis took out a communication stone from his bosom and whispered a few words, then let go of his mind and commanded the army of hundreds of thousands of undead to move forward and oppress, further squeezing the strategic space on the side of the cemetery. Above the sky, the noisy Ghost Legion was like an overwhelming dark cloud, obscuring the sky and approaching the edge of the fog of war one step ahead.

As if inadvertently triggering a war button, almost at the same moment, a counterattack from the Necropolis side began.

Countless deafening low roars erupted from the Great Wall of Flesh Shields in the Cemetery, and all the Plague Lords mixed with the abomination group raised their heads to the sky and roared, slamming out of the queue and facing the tide of thousands of corpses, aiming directly at the stitching monsters who stood up to the sky.

What does it look like for more than a hundred fat and bloated meat giants to charge together? This scene is simply indescribable, perhaps only those who witnessed it on the front line of the corpse tide can truly depict the mood at that time.

Just as soon as it was dark, the plague lords, who were 6 meters tall and more than 4 meters wide, rushed into the dense corpse tide of the jungle. Abandoning the abomination of the guillotine and iron hooks, the Plague Lord relied entirely on his fat body to crush these petite foes, allowing them to hang through the scale-clad and horn-covered bodies, and dozens of eerie long snake-like blood sausages swirling around him. Piercing, whipping, sweeping, twisting...... These blood sausages are like the Plague Lord's alternative arms, sweeping through the no-man's land around them.

Every once in a while, the Plague Lord would tremble violently, spitting out a fishy and pungent yellow-green viscous corpse fluid from the large mouth of the blood basin on his chest. All zombies drenched in corpse fluid will slowly melt away like hot wax, leaving only a large pool of fluorescent, foul-smelling corpse fluid on the dark ground.

Although the Plague Lord has slaughtered all sides in the tide of corpses, he will still inevitably be attacked by endless perseverance. The zombies around him killed a group, and another group, like a surging ocean, constantly slapping the reef that blocked the way. Countless slowly wriggling roux gathered and stacked around the plague lord, and gradually weaved a dense net, which had the posture of swallowing these plague lords in one gulp.

As the density of corpses increased, the plague lords were attacked more and more frequently. Many of the demonic scale armor generated by the Plague Lord's body were scratched, and some places that the scales could not protect were already drenched in blood, and the skin was open.

However, these skin injuries did not detract from the Plague Lord's combat strength at all, and the heavy and solid iron fist was still as brave and invincible as it had been at the beginning. Between the opening and closing, there are simply no zombies that can withstand their savage impact and meteor iron fist.

But at this time, those belated stitching monsters also rushed up.

What does a 6-meter-tall meat giant and an 8-meter-tall Roshan look like? Now all people have the most intuitive feeling, that is, the sky is falling apart!

If it was just a plague lord and a stitch monster fighting, it is estimated that the scene would not be so terrifying. But now there are nearly 100 pairs fighting at the same time, and that scene is not something that can be described by pen and ink.

The sound of the rumbling impact, the sound of the earth-shaking body smashing the ground, the huge figures gathered together, at first glance and divided, every contact was a deafening roar of the earth shaking the mountains, and accompanied by the splash of countless stumps and broken bodies.

Even without the urging of the necromancers in the back, the swarming corpse tide also knew that they consciously avoided the close fighting ground of these meat giants, and the huge corpse tide finally slapped on the cemetery wall composed of pure abomination.

The corpses were thrown away, black blood splattered, and in just an instant, countless poor zombies fell under the frantically dancing guillotine hooks in the hands of the abominants. The huge guillotine swings through the body of a zombie is still light and agile, and the body of two zombies is still sharp, but after swinging three or four, the guillotine is a little sluggish. And the tide of corpses is endless, and there is never a shortage of swarming zombies in front of each abomination, so the layered bodies make their slashing movements gradually more and more difficult.

The tide of corpses is the ants that are not afraid of life and death, and in the shortest possible time, they are crawling all over the bloated and fat bodies of hatred, or scratching, or tearing, or impacting, and there are countless zombies attacking in various strange ways all the time.

For a moment, the abomination line on the front of the cemetery was almost overwhelmed by the tide of corpses!

Li Xun put down the magic book in his hand, stared at the magic water mirror in front of him in a daze, and was silent.

He had never seen these corpses in his eyes, thinking that they were just a rabble of rotting corpses and dry bones, and when they encountered a large cemetery with strong soldiers and horses, they must have been devastated. The sweep some time ago really confirmed this.

But today, it seems that sometimes I am still too biased.

Regardless of the quality, just the simple number of stacks, sometimes it can even achieve the ability to turn decay into magic.

On the battlefield in front of you, if the battle space is larger and the density of the enemy's corpse tide is smaller, then the Abomination Legion that the Great Cemetery has worked so hard to build will definitely be a great wall that will not fall. It doesn't matter how many undead you throw in, you will be slashed and killed regardless of it.

But now that the enemy was lined up with such a dense and thick tide of corpses, Abomination had to endure heavy pressure far beyond their level when the space for movement was limited. After all, they are only a two-order cemetery class, and once the attack of the low rou voxel zhì exceeds a certain critical point, they are not invincible.

A few fountains of flesh that suddenly burst open at the front of the battlefield are the best footnotes.

While Li Xun was still pondering in the rear, Skeletron, the undead commander standing at the top of the Undead War Castle with his sword and pestle, had already issued a new battle order.

A huge wave of tsunami-like flapping wings sounded near the Undead War Castle, and a huge bat demon floated into the air, carrying the cemetery spellcaster into the air. And on the periphery of them, an army of banshees, led by Delores, provides escort protection.

They collide head-on with the ghosts of the Council of the Dead.

"Puff puff ......"

A series of clouds of death burst out of the fog of war, directly enveloping the tentacles of the ghostly clouds, followed by the cold breath of a horde of ice banshees.

In a moment, the ash dust left over from the death of countless spirits in the sky continued to fall, and it actually formed a gray rain.

Immediately, under the protection of a large number of banshees and ghosts, the group of Cemetery Bat Demon Sky Riders broke out of the fog of war, revealing their ferocity in front of thousands of undead for the first time.

These undead corpses sitting on top of huge bats all looked hideous, and their scarlet souls were rippling, and every time they shook the skeletal staff in their hands, they would shoot condensed and solid gray rays from the skeletal jaws at the head of the staff. Wherever the gray rays attack, the flowers of death will bloom full of alternative beauty.

When the spirit touches it, the body and the soul melts; When a zombie touches it, the soul is annihilated.

For a while, where these cemetery corpses and witches passed, the tide of undead corpses was magically suppressed, and the attack momentum was thwarted.

"These damn bastards, where did they get so many undead corpses? Could it be that the undead king gave all his personal guards to Angle? The Lich Empress, who had been sitting in the rear watching the battle, finally couldn't sit still and couldn't help but take the case. The scarlet soul fire, which was as bright as a star, trembled violently, revealing the same violently fluctuating mood of "her".

"This shows that what we are facing is very likely to be the elite guards accumulated by one or a few undead kings over tens of thousands of years, and this battle is not easy to fight!" Even the Rotten Lord Owo, who had never cared much about the world, was a little worried at the moment.

Although the war has only just begun, the difference in strength between the two sides has already been seen. If it weren't for the absolute numerical superiority of their own side, I am afraid that the only chance to win in the battle of Kuroki Lake this time would only be to hope for the gap in high-level combat power.

The two legendary lichs with full combat power are enough to crush the fly camp dog Gou Gou on the opposite side. As for the casualties of the low-level cannon fodder on the battlefield, it is not at all within the scope of the two legendary lichs.

Only the legend can compete with the legend!

Now it's up to the other side to come up with the same combat power as the two legendary lichs.