When the gray gas in the necromancer circle turned into chains and trapped the corpses of the high-level wizards, they suddenly erupted into a strong struggle and wail.

For the "corpse" who was rolling and struggling in the circle and wanted to break free from the shackles of the circle, Karthas turned a blind eye, and calmly added all kinds of magic materials to it according to the operation of the circle. At the scene of killing these enemies, Karthas had already cast a soul-binding spell and his own psychic seed on their corpses.

This cruel method of refining corpses and souls together can improve the success of the concoction, but the premise is that the caster can distract and suppress the movement of the "material" while refining.

Although this method is difficult, once successfully refined, these undead servants can even become some kind of death clones of Karthas. This also indicates that if there are any dangerous things in the future, Karthas can drive them to do it on his behalf. This kind of death clone is not only the credit of the necromancy, but also a natural skill that Carl Saster has.

However, alas, at any one time, he can only have one death clone.

As the circle moved, a heart-rending howl of ghosts and wolves sounded in the narrow cave. As if aware of the terrible future they were about to face, the tenacious souls let out a terrible scream that tore through the eardrums, and broke free from their bodies with teeth and claws, turning into visible spirits, trying to pounce on the culprit on the edge of the circle.

It's a pity that the binding power driven by the magic circle turned into gray shackles one after another, firmly binding their souls and bodies together, and every struggle meant a sharp pain like peeling skin and bones. The souls of the three high-ranking wizards wailed in pain, their features bleeding from their distorted faces, and they endured the severe pain, waving their sharp claws and moving towards Karthas inch by inch.

At some point, the High Wizard's spirit claws were about to touch Karthas's face, just an inch away from the tip of his nose. Even so, Karthas's cold face still didn't change for a minute, and he didn't even bother to take a half step back, still concentrating on monitoring every change in the magic circle.

The High Wizards' last struggles finally turned into futile efforts, and the soul shackles that were so powerful that they could not be resisted finally pulled back into their original bodies little by little. The soul that realized its final fate was finally shaken and weak, and gave up its previous ferocity, one moment angry roaring and cursing, and the next weeping and pleading. Fear and despair caused their souls to sway and turmoil, and eventually became a source of their strength, slowly transforming into a necro witch in the circle of necromancers.

When the circle was about to be completed, one of the wizard's souls could not bear such a huge amount of resentment and hatred, and turned into a flesh bomb with his own body, blooming brilliantly in the circle, and exploding into a blood mist in the sky.

The undead circle was like a living thing, and after absorbing the flesh and blood, the gray qi that overflowed became thicker and thicker.

When the circle slowly stopped, two shriveled and withered corpse-looking corpses strode out of the undead circle.

With a simple glance, Karthus directly selected the best one and released his "death contract". These newborn undead, who were originally driven by him, did not have any rejection of this transformation that directly controlled the origin of their souls, so half an hour later, Karthas harvested his own "death clone".

In fact, from this moment on, this death clone already has almost all the abilities and memories of Karthas, except that he can't create his own death clone, it is not much different from himself. Probably the most noticeable difference is the difference in appearance and equipment, but these are not the most fundamental aspects of the undead creatures. When the undead identify each other, they rely more on the fluctuations and peculiarities of the soul fire.

The idea of doubling the combat power may be good, but the fundamental purpose of Karthas to create a death clone is to eliminate disasters for himself, and even send himself to death most of the time. Therefore, in his mind, the difference between the ontology and the doppelganger is simply worlds apart.

Although the newborn death clone was still in the weak stage, with its assistance, the subsequent undead concoction of Karthas was much easier. As the undead circle continued to operate, undead creatures with strange shapes and different effects came out of it, and there was a tendency to fill the cave.

A day later, a series of black-robed creatures emerged from the cave and walked into the jungle without looking back. Behind them, there was a faint humming sound from inside the abandoned facility, and a faint yellow cloud of smoke continued to overflow from it, dissipating between the world and the world.

Half a day later, the newly dormant area came alive again.

With a sudden and powerful hurricane, the sky at the top of the cave was occupied by strange flying beasts, mixed with many wizards who straddled flying broomsticks.

"There's a very thick aura of death down there, and that damn guy must have been here for a long time." A sharp-beaked monkey cheek, his unsightly lewd wizard pinched his shrill voice and howled, trying to show his own existence as best he could. As an ordinary second-order wizard, if it weren't for his kindness or negative energy elemental particles, I'm afraid that he would not have the qualifications to stand in such a purging team at all.

The great wizard who led the team sat cross-legged on top of a thunder peng, leaned over and glanced at it, and couldn't help but sigh softly. An extremely ordinary cave was able to block his spiritual power detection, which meant that there must be something inside.

Without saying a word, he just waved his hand and lowered his body with three high-level wizards.

As soon as the four of them stood still at the entrance of the cave, they couldn't help frowning.

It's so quiet that it could even be called dead silent. Not to mention those common birds and beasts, not even some small rodents, and even the tiniest insects were nowhere to be seen in their psychic perception. With the cave as the center, there is a dead land within a radius of half a mile.

Under their sharp eyes, it was natural to perceive that some of the trees closer to the cave were also slowly dying, as if something had been extracting their life force.

The four of them glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but realize in their hearts: the undead are indeed the natural enemies of life!

With the lessons of the past, the four of them began to honestly apply all kinds of protection to themselves before contacting the undead, not only covering their whole bodies with shields, but also putting various antidote agents and ointments in advance at the front of the waist bag that could be touched at hand.

After being fully prepared, the four of them cautiously entered the dimly lit cave.

The cave is not very big, but standing at the entrance of the cave can clear the entire interior at a glance.

At the first glance, the four of them were attracted by the undead circle in the center of the clearing, which was still slowly moving.

Talents who can draw a complete formation are also scarce among wizards, and what is in front of them at this moment is a complete and still functioning otherworldly magic circle, and perhaps some of the otherworldly knowledge can also be glimpsed from it. As soon as the hearts of the four of them became hot, they were suddenly poured cold by the mutilated corpses piled up in the magic circle.

Damn, those are the bodies of wizards left behind after they died!

The enemy is using the corpses of wizards as raw materials to run the circle.

This realization immediately made the faces of several wizard leaders turn hideous, and anger almost erupted from their angry eyes.

However, the wizard's instinct, which had gained complete knowledge of the other world, still made them suppress their feelings, and began to scan the cave with their spiritual power to prevent the enemy from leaving any evil means.

Since the cave can shield their spiritual power detection, it means that there must be some kind of arrangement inside, otherwise the other party will not be kind enough to leave them such a complete trophy.

As the circle moved, a kind of yellowish smoke continued to escape from the pile of remnants, very light and thin, almost as soon as it floated out of the circle, it was already thin and imperceptible. However, it is this almost undetectable mist that can block the detection and scanning of the spiritual power of the outside world, making the qiē in the cave a huge black hole in their perception, and if it is not seen by the naked eye, there is almost no possibility of remote peeping.

Good stuff!

Not to mention the Dharma Array, this unbelievable way of covering spiritual power alone is worth their in-depth study. As long as personal likes and dislikes of "spell casting materials" are abandoned, knowledge is knowledge, and it is worth chasing after every wizard.

A high-level wizard took out an inconspicuous earthy yellow mud block from his waist bag and threw it to the ground casually.

Under the control of the high-ranking wizards, the earth elemental began to stride along the edge of the circle. In order to make it more realistic, several wizards worked at the same time, and added sorcery to the earth element that simulated the breath of the human soul and the fluctuation of magical power. So where the earth element passed, in some open spaces in the cave where there was no trace of abnormality, mud waves rolled, and rotten and foul-smelling zombies covered with pus crawled out.

These ugly creatures had apparently been given some kind of order, and after emerging from the dirt, they desperately pounced on the earth elemental, and kept blowing themselves up in front of it. The viscous and fishy purple-black blood sauce, the mutilated limb residues, and the large intestine and small intestine that were not completely shattered were constantly piled up on the earth element's body, and even the earth element's torso, which was claimed to be not afraid of toxins, became green.

When the earth elemental trampled on all the land with difficulty, its body was on the verge of collapse. That strange and inexplicable toxin was not completely immune even to elemental creatures, and thick black smoke continued to float up on it in the terrifying noise. The mud blocks of the soil that made up the body fell one after another, eventually disintegrating into a pile of scattered mud, leaving only the earthy yellow elemental core to slowly dissolve in the black smoke entanglement.

"It seems that nothing from the enemy will ever be allowed to get their hands on it. What kind of terrible toxin is this, even elemental beings are not immune? A high-ranking wizard couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

He could be very relaxed, and the high-level wizard who had paid for the elemental core had a somewhat ugly face.

"When dealing with the servants summoned by the enemy, it is still necessary to bring more mortal warriors, although it is a bit cumbersome, but this can protect the safety of wizards to the greatest extent." The Grand Wizard is also clearly a resolute figure, and his words are full of iron.

Being able to break the trap left by the enemy in such an easy way filled everyone's hearts with a sense of relief. The thought of being able to harvest a complete otherworldly magic circle right away made everyone's hearts burn up again.

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