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As the "defeated side", not far behind Mars, he always followed a sea of undead corpses. The corpse demon slowly retreated to the north, and this group of undead corpses, which numbered 150,000, followed unhurriedly, looking like a watcher.

The civil war of the undead has gone on to this extent, and both sides have some lingering feelings.

The cemetery side has lost almost all the cannon fodder troops, and if it continues to fight, it will only be able to use precious high-level troops to carry the sea of corpses. Although he still has the ability to grit his teeth and fight, the cost performance is really not high. And there are still a lot of low-level undead cannon fodder on the side of the United Council of the Dead, but the mid-to-high-end combat power that can be damaged makes them hurt to the bone marrow.

The three slain undead lichs have returned to their life boxes. Although they saved their lives, the magic equipment they carried with them was completely lost, and the many rare magic materials needed for resurrection were also a large expense.

Combined, these two items are enough to shrink the personal wealth of the three undead lich by half, and they have to live a tight life.

And the 11 undead masters who died on the spot, 5 have also been resurrected in the capital of the undead one after another, but they will be difficult to recover to their peak state for a long time in the future, and they need to continue to recuperate their spirits.

As for the remaining 6 undead masters, they completely fell on the battlefield of Black Wood Lake, and even their souls did not escape.

At this point, both sides of the war felt hurt.

The high-level leaders of the cemetery headed by Li Xun were too superstitious about high-precision troops, but ignored the advantages of the sea of soldiers. If the scale of the sea of soldiers is stacked to a certain extent, it can even achieve the terrifying effect of ignoring defense and ignoring the gap in rank.

It is conceivable that in the future, Li Xun will definitely find a way to improve the number of slaves owned by the corpse grave demon. After all, in the last great war, as long as there were endless corpses, the corpse demon Mars was a formidable fortress to implement.

In the face of the enemy's tidal attack, the sea of soldiers was resisted by corpse demons. As for the elite troops and high-end combat power, as long as there is no worst situation for 5 legendary lichs to kill together, the Necropolis will not lose half a point to the Council of the Dead.

Taking advantage of the rare war spare time, Li Xun also began to sort out the recent development trend of the cemetery.

Although there is no news in the wizarding world, Li Xun has an inexplicable feeling that there will be some kind of breakthrough in the near future. When the time comes, maybe it will give itself and the cemetery a big surprise.

In the Undead Realm, the spearheads sent to Moam and Cook's Lair have arrived, and the work of recruiting these two forces of the Undead Monarch also needs to be carried out in an orderly manner. In many cases, these two places still need Moam and Leorik to go to the town separately, otherwise it is still a question whether that group of arrogant soldiers who only recognize soul fire and do not recognize people can honestly accept the incorporation!

In addition, one of the undead kings who was the best friend of the former corpse dragon Moam has also been included in the list of the first contacts.

Side Leng Ling.

A terrifying ghost who wields the power of ice, but has no concrete form.

After losing a forgotten war in ancient times, this mighty mage was exiled to an icy crypt for all eternity.

For countless centuries, he endured untold suffering, until one day, the Lich's men discovered the place. The lich tried in vain to get the ancient spirit to do his bidding, and had to release it. But this soul has no gratitude, he knows no friends and foes, only pain. His body had decayed long ago, so the soul was incarnated as pain.

This strange shell of pain can cause great pain even to the slightest touch. He can summon devastating ice storms with his mind, and he can also throw soul-shattering arrows from impossible distances.

Gradually, he calmed down, feeling the decay and depression of the undead world, and for a thousand years, he remembered his old life. Finally, in the depths of his mind, the city of tens of thousands of years ago, with the coldness that shattered the soul, defeated one competitor after another, and became one of the 13 kings today.

Of the 13 kings, it was also the most sensible. And the nest it chose is also the remains of an ancient city left over from ancient times.

In order to speed up the subjugation of the Undead King, Li Xun finally made up his mind to go with Moam to convince the sane spellcaster.

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The cold wind of the undead realm blew in front of him, shattering his bones in front of the mana cloak condensed by the wyvern, turning into a thousand piercing wails.

The vast and gloomy earth stretched beneath his feet, and countless gravel hills, empty wilderness, dark swamps, ravines and canyons swept by. Although you can see ugly figures squirming everywhere, the whole world still gives people a sense of desolation and decay.

It's a lonely world, it's a world of death!

Li Xun held the obsessive Book of Death in his arms, like a mage apprentice who had just left the country, and looked at everything around him curiously.

After wrestling with this Book of Death for nearly a month, he unexpectedly gained a little spiritual power. So this stimulated Li Xun's fanatical passion for learning, and he almost kept an inch away from this book, holding it in his arms wherever he went.

However, every hour, Li Xun needs to perform a "purification technique" on himself, otherwise the various curses that come with the Book of Death can disgust him to death.

He has now taken up the position of "Undead Master", which is a balanced profession that does not specialize in any one department. Compared with the necromancer who is biased towards the summoning system, the evil magician who is biased towards the curse system, and the death believers who are biased towards instant death spells, Li Xun directly chose the more mediocre "undead master". This also means that he will not receive any class bonuses when casting undead series spells, nor will he have overly obvious class penalties.

This is in line with the basic path that Li Xun has set for himself.

As the master of the cemetery, there are not many opportunities for him to go to the battlefield in person, so the profession he chooses should be more inclusive, and he can try to dabble in all the undead systems.

In the midst of his infinite reverie, the necromantic Wyvern Moam, who was busy with his heavy flesh wings flapping his heavy flesh wings, roared loudly.

"It's here, my master. Now we're going down! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Moam's wings converged, and his huge and heavy body stabbed downward, and his huge and hideous mountain-like body fell from the sky like a terrifying weighing stone, and slammed into the dark ground with the momentum of a flying fire meteor.

"Holy!"

Li Xun, who was cursing in secret, leaned over and looked at the ground that was rapidly expanding in front of him, and didn't care to browse the ruins of the ancient city within a radius of nearly ten miles, and began to bless himself with various spell protection in a panic, and finally did not forget to make up for a "floating technique".

Li Xun, who was ready to prevent the impact, held the Book of Death in one hand and tightly grasped a sharp bone spur on Moam's back with the other, curled up, waiting for the next violent shock.

Moam, whose clumsy flying skills have always been like this, and every take-off and landing is so earth-shattering.

But today's Moam is destined to wow them all.

Just when Moam was still thirty or forty meters above the ground, its huge fleshy wings spread out again, and with a fierce force not inferior to that of a Category 9 hurricane, its huge body was raised high and gliding at high speed against the ground.

The short and thick black hard dragon claws under the chest and abdomen rubbed a deep ravine in the ground, crushing three dilapidated walls along the way, destroying more than a dozen houses that were still intact, and actually flew higher and higher, spreading their wings again and soaring above a hundred meters in the air.

For the first time, he played such a difficult dive and pitch, Mo Amu couldn't help but roar excitedly, and the fierce dragon power sprinkled the entire city without restraint.

Countless strange undead ran out of the high and low houses and halls on the ground, looking up at the sky one by one, and the strong and bright soul fire formed a sea of light.

Dozens of terrifying undead spirits slowly rose into the air, staring firmly at the necromantic wyvern Moam, who was recklessly spreading joy, as if they would pounce on them desperately at the sound of an order.

Groups of undead armies began to assemble at the far end of the line of sight, and rushed here in an orderly manner under the leadership of many mid- and high-level undead. Once the necromantic wyvern is forced into the sky, they are the same swarm of ants that gnaw at the elephant.

The ruins that still looked old and dilapidated just now were faintly lit up with the magic fluorescence that spilled out from the operation of the magic circle. One by one, the magic hubs were connected by criss-crossing rune lines, and soon formed a terrifying circle that spread throughout the city.

Judging from the surging and restrained furious elemental aura inside, once such an attack array kicks in, even a legendary-level undead monarch will have to eat a good pot.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the ruins of an ancient city where the undead king sits, and just by the various arrangements and methods that have been spied on now, it can be imagined that the demeanor of this Sid Leng Ling is exactly the kind of high-end spellcaster that the cemetery urgently needs.

The last battle at Heimu Lake had already made Li Xun realize that the current three legends in the cemetery were all rough and thick meat shields, although they could also use one or two spells, but after all, they were still mainly in close combat. When such a deformed combination encounters a cunning lich combination, it is easy to be played to death by the other party.

So the Necropolis is really lacking, and there is a shortage of high-end spellcasters.

Of course, the high-end spellcasters mentioned here also refer to the Holy Rank at least, otherwise they are not qualified to intervene in the war between legends at all.

After all, Li Xun is not a rookie who has come into contact with the magic circle for the first time, but with a sweep of his eyes, he found the core hub of the entire macro ** array according to the collusion and layout techniques between the magic circles.