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The remaining Drow priestesses and priests hurriedly removed the divine blessings on their bodies, found the most ordinary burqa, and covered themselves up.

At this time, the place where the battle was most fierce had been replaced by the mouth of the urn in the large rear.

With a confined terrain and narrow entrances and exits, it was supposed to be the second key defense facility of the drow city, but now it is completely in the hands of the undead.

In addition to the increasing number of vampires, ghosts, and banshees, even some lickers climbed the rock walls on both sides and rushed here.

The dragon lich Uzel remained behind to direct the follow-up of the Graveyard troops, while Dogosos, who had nothing to do, had teleported to the pass with several of his minions.

The sinister Duo Gaosus commanded his corpse witches to immediately cast a huge area of "Death Cloud Magic" in front of and behind the mouth of the urn, and secretly placed several "Swamp Magic" in the cloud mist with malicious intentions.

Since this is an underground world, the ground under your feet is mostly a rock floor as hard as steel, and the effect of the "swamp technique" is not obvious, far less than the surface of the earth, which can be reduced to a wetland swamp that reaches to the thighs. Therefore, he commanded the corpse witch to use small spells such as "terraforming" to pull up countless "stone walls" that were ankle-high in the fog of "Dead Clouds".

Therefore, under his plot, countless swarming routs plunged headlong into this murderous fog that did not distinguish between east and west, north and south, and fell into it and broke their heads and bled blood. As a result, the rout who rushed into the fog immediately after him could only cough violently while stepping on the body of his companion with one foot high and one foot low and continuing to rush outward.

The invisibly slowed down made the routs who followed closely behind him more and more dissatisfied, and they all pushed away the guys who were in the way, and rushed into the "Death Cloud Technique" desperately.

Standing on the high platform of the pass, Dogosos couldn't help but gack, and there was no flesh and blood in the smooth upper and lower jaws.

This is not an ordinary "Dead Cloud Technique", but a super "Dead Cloud" with four or five "Dead Cloud Techniques" superimposed on top of each other!

In this way, these stupid guys who don't know how to write the word dead are still rushing inward without brains, and they really think that the little magic resistance brought by their black skin can help them get through the death line of guò?

"Wowhaha! A bunch of stupid guys! ”

With a pleasant grin, Dogosos began to direct his men to cast "mass terror", "wall of pain", and "summon the necromancy" on the fleeing enemies at his feet, and he slowly put down the "rotten sac explosion".

However, most mages refer to the "Rotten Sac Burst" as the "Corpse Explosion", which is a big reason why necromancers are praised as the best mages on the battlefield.

Looking at the sinister dragon lich who was having a lot of fun, several blood mages who were also standing proudly exchanged glances wordlessly, and silently moved away from him.

They are the most wicked of lichs, and no matter how they are evaluated, they are worthy of the comment "crazy".

The Bloodfiend didn't care, instead jumped on top of a battlement, his arms wide open, and his bloody eyes kept scanning the crowd of Drow's routs.

The sweet blood of that drow woman was coveted by him for a long time, and now he couldn't let her escape secretly.

In his blood sense, those big men with plenty of blood can only be called worthy of mouths, and those individuals who are weak, plus malnourished goblins, lizardmen, gray dwarves and the like, even the blood is stinky, so he stays away. Only those dark mages or charismatic magicians with elemental powers are sweet treats whose blood is permeated with the breath of radiant power.

Soulbinder Cullen floated straight from mid-air and shouted, "The blood is yours, the soul is mine, we cooperate?" ”

The Blood Demon tilted his head and glanced at him, reluctantly nodding his head as he remembered that the female Drow was well-equipped and had good magical powers.

With such a good thing, how could the dragon lich Dogaosos not participate: "The flesh belongs to me, and I will use her to make my first corpse puppet!" ”

Bloodfiend and Soulbinder Cullen glanced at each other, and reluctantly nodded again.

Although these dragon lichs are not of high rank, even now they are barely level 7, but their innate soul power is strong. They may be far faster than most undead mercenaries, even some of the low-potential Graveyard heroes. In particular, the skills they have mastered are also very suitable for battlefield killing, and often a group injury spell can withstand the blood demon's hard work for half a day.

If this development continues, even the blood demons who boast of being talented and the number one in the Killing Intent Cemetery will be suppressed by them, and they are more likely to fall from the second echelon to the third echelon in the future.

Thinking of this "miserable" future, the Blood Demon became more and more hungry for the sweet blood of the female Drow.

"Found her!"

"She's there!"

"Quack, do you still want to run?"

The three ferocious demons who had just made an agreement found the extremely disguised Ammantha mistress from the crowd in different ways, and immediately slammed into the air and swooped down on a cloaked man who was hurrying against the corner.

Although the three of them all pounced, halfway through, there was an obvious sequence.

The Blood Demon has always been a mutant meat shield that hits straight ahead, not only has its speed not decreased, but it has become more and more at the forefront with the momentum of its fall. Soulbinder Karen slowed down slightly in mid-air, and the level 16 clone rushed out of his body, pounced on the enemy in his place. And the dragon lich Duo Gaosus is a priest, his body is gradually rising, firmly occupying the direction where the enemy may escape, and the black light in his hand lingers, obviously preparing some kind of dark spell.

Three different classes, three different ways to meet the enemy, but none of them is what the Emmantha Mistress wants to encounter now.

It has been an hour and a half since the first fall of the city gates. Those sluts have all agreed to her, let her lead people to block for a while, and they will draw the family elite in the back, and then they will rush to reinforcements.

Why didn't you hear such a big lie at the time? Could it be that Calles' slut has conspired with Philon? But they weren't worried about the undead attacking the city and smashing all of them? Do they have any special means? "Even at the end of her life, the Mistress of Amantha, who has been immersed in intrigue and conspiracy daggers for many years, still cannot extricate herself from the myriad puzzles.

She shook off her robes and hurriedly blessed herself with divine grace, shaking off the five-headed serpent's whip with one hand and whipping the oncoming blood demon, and with the other hand, she drew a delicate stabbing sword decorated with graceful patterns to separate the sharp claws of Karen's clone, and fought with the enemy with angry shouts.

The ground was very lively, and the black light in the hands of the dragon lich Duo Gaosus in the sky was also trembling gently and rhythmically. With each tremble, a vicious curse unprovoked appeared on the body of the battle-fighting Emmantha Mistress.

It's a pity that under the blessing of the divine grace and the aura of divine magic, these curses are washed away as soon as they appear, and it is difficult to really act on the other party.

After all, the dragon lich has not yet been promoted at the level, and the penetration of the spell is far less than the strict protection of the other party.

Dogosus, who had always been arrogant, immediately rushed into a rage, if he didn't have the slightest achievement, how could he pull down his face and ask others for loot for a while. Thinking of this, under his sharp shout, several high-ranking corpse witch servants immediately flew to his side from the pass. The fellows stood in pentagram positions, their hands held high, their thin bodies trembling slightly, and their mouths murmuring, and a conspicuous aura of magic lingered around them.

The magic aura manifested with the help of ring casting has a very strong auxiliary effect, and the curse technique that the dragon lich should use at his hand is not something that can be removed by a few magic spells.

As the black light shook, the curse categories triggered on the Emmantha master mother gradually began to stack and extend, and even the magic aura around her body was dyed purple. And her resistance is getting smaller and smaller.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the fact that the three demons all wanted her flesh and soul, and under the full attack, she would have already opened her skin and flesh, and her body would have been incomplete. Now with the curse of the dragon lich, the female Zhuoer has almost no power to resist, which also gives her the best chance to take her down completely.

When the Blood Fiend rushed forward and locked the thin stabbing sword that passed through his chest with his body, Cullen's clone also resisted the whip of the snake's head whip and devoured the bite, rushing close to perform the "Soul Impact" again. When the Emmantha Mistress woke up from a brief period of vertigo, the field of vision in her eyes had been completely occupied by the blood demon's bloody mouth that had opened to the extreme.

Being swept away by the monstrous blood at close range, Ammantha's spirit was a little shocked. When she came to her senses again, the demon she feared most of all was holding her tightly in his arms, lying around her neck, tasting her blood.

Vampires instinctively secrete a mysterious substance when they feed on living creatures, which can effectively paralyze the resistance of their enemies. Therefore, the mistress of Emmantha was fortunate to perceive the flow of blood in her whole body in an extremely conscious state. She deserves to be a level 15 Drow priestess, and even if her body blood loss reaches 80%, her life aura still remains at a baseline and has not faded significantly.

Just as she was about to fall numbly into the dark abyss of consciousness, she could still hear a hoarse voice beside her shouting: "Don't finish sucking her blood!" And a little more...... Karen, be gentle when you extract the soul later, if she dies early, it will cause decline, then the corpse puppet of Zuò will not be perfect......"

It was a noisy and chaotic battlefield, and all kinds of strange noises and howls were endless, but slowly these were gradually moving away from her. Amantha felt that her consciousness was losing her sense of the outside world, and under the action of a strong suction, it fell downwards and kept falling......

Until the darkness of dead silence!

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