The battle is really scorching.

The casualties inflicted at every moment are enormous, and the losses are all rare cemetery elites.

For this kind of anxiety of exchanging sacrifice for victory, Li Xun is also very helpless.

Others may not know the huge price paid by the cemetery for this battle, but as the owner of the cemetery, he knows it clearly. The wails of every high-ranking undead before death rang in his ears. Sensing the soul nodes of those high-end combat power in the soul system, he was annihilated in pieces, and his heart was simply dripping blood!

Other Graveyard warriors may just need to concentrate on the fight. And he, on the one hand, has to fully cooperate with Isa to analyze the mysteries in the frost realm, on the other hand, he has to coordinate and command all the cemetery subordinates in the deep realm, and on the other hand, he has to take a holistic view of the overall situation, thinking about which card to turn over and which card not to turn over.

The illusory projection on the front line may still be elegant, calm and calm, but the body hidden deep in the mage tower has already protruded from its forehead, and it has gritted its teeth to the point of no return.

It's so miserable, it's just too bad!

The pieces of ash that were swept away by the Holy Order Lich and the Legendary Lich with a wave of their hands are the most precious corpse witches, necromancers, and blood warlocks in the Great Cemetery! These high-level troops are far from being able to squander them so wantonly, but today, in order to pave the way behind the cemetery, they can only be ruthlessly sent to the enemy's butcher's knife one by one, to gain some respite for the main combat forces still fighting on the front line.

This kind of pain, this kind of suffering, is not the person concerned, and it is impossible to understand the eventuality.

Although Li Xun has long known that "Ci does not take charge of the army" and "the road to victory is paved with white bones...... These great truths, but when all the orders came from his own mouth, and all the sacrificed subordinates were sent to the front line by himself, his heartbeat was still irrepressibly accelerating, his blood was rushing, and even his breathing was thick and clear.

But in the moment when he was bitter, angry, and tormented, the real danger had come.

At this moment, the Mage Tower is a lively and busy scene.

In the hall on the first floor, a group of dragon lichs gathered around Master Kel'thugad, pointing at the battle situation in several magic water mirrors, arguing fiercely......

Teams of high-level corpse witches gathered in scattered circles, working hard to cast spells to promote the efficient operation of the mage tower, guiding the surging elemental energy to converge and shape with consciousness, and then bombarding the locked target......

Countless beautiful and flamboyant banshees floated on the periphery of the hall, quietly waiting for the assignment of the superior......

Groups of Blood Warlocks, sometimes in the form of Blood Bats, sometimes in human form, are busy relaying information from the Mage Tower and the Town Hall Command Center......

The tall, ferocious, half-illusory necromancer held a huge death scythe far larger than his own size and guarded the mage tower, his bright blood pupils scanning every undead who passed by his side......

Li Xun calmly sat motionless on the White Bone Throne in the magic hall on the second floor, his mind already focused on the soul projection in the distance. Beside him were a group of dead men dressed in purple and black monks' robes.

As a special class of troops up to the 6th level of the cemetery, the combat power of these dead is not outstanding, and even the weakness is pitiful, and even a skeleton warrior of the 1st order of the cemetery can't beat it. But from the beginning of their birth, all they were filled with was the fanaticism and piety of dying for Li Xun. Yes, they are the most devout believers in the entire cemetery.

Due to their special status, their power is rarely used in ordinary cemetery warfare. The only commendable achievement was the time when the 4th layer of the Abyss World cursed the plane lord Hilgai. This was the only time they made a move, and one by one, they harvested an abyss archdemon as high as level 19 for the Great Cemetery.

The most fanatical of the Lord of the Cemetery, these mourners never had to fight on the battlefield, and rarely had any contact with the outside world, and their only hobby every day was to hide in the humble temple they had built with their own hands, and pray sincerely to the statue of Li Xun. It's also the only way for them to improve their strength.

Li Xun didn't pay much attention to them in the first place, so he didn't know much about their behavior. It was also recently that a deceased person suddenly advanced and shocked the soul system, so that he discovered what they were doing. For such a group of fanatical believers, Li Xun's heart is also mixed, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

Truth be told, it was only the only "death prayer" they had at their disposal that they sketched out such an extreme class template. I can't imagine that they have independently discovered such a strange way of evolution outside of their own attention.

"Deathbringer".

Just as many of the dead were praying silently in front of Li Xun, an inconspicuous shadow was slowly approaching under them.

It's close, really close.

A pair of strange eyes suddenly appeared in the shadow at the feet of one of the deceased, and through the staggered slits in his body, he focused his gaze on the fragile body that was half lying and half lying on the throne.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, with an old face, a snow-white long beard, and a peculiarly shaped staff reclining on the side of the Bone Throne, this form is the primary figure that the master has repeatedly explained. At his side, two slender figures, shrouded in ornate monk's robes, stood silently, in stark contrast to the fanatical mourners around them.

The Eye of Shadows blinked a few times, then quickly faded away.

The deceased may have realized something, and looked around suspiciously, but did not find anything unusual, and then inexplicably closed his eyes again and entered a state of self-forgetfulness in sincere prayer.

The figure lurking in the shadows let out a sigh of relief, and with the movement of the shadows of his natural instinct, he moved to his target one by one in the shadows under the deceased.

With the ability of its Holy Rank Shadow Assassin, it was only a matter of time before it wanted to strangle the more than 0 powerless strange monks in front of him. But somehow, every time it saw these strange monks, it would feel an inexplicable fear and shrinkage in its heart, as if it was facing a ghostly messenger of death.

Roland, who never dared to take his intuition lightly, was even more cautious, and could have appeared under the target with a shadow jump, but it took half an hour to move it one by one.

This mastermind really makes it easy to find.

Originally, I thought that in that tall and spacious hall of bones, but unfortunately I only found a group of mutated undead with strange shapes inside, and there were one or two commander-level high-level undead inside.

For this necromancer tower with such a tight protection, if it hadn't relied on the legendary treasure Death Moon Orb that its owner had temporarily lent it to charm a mutated vampire (blood warlock) who had given orders, it might not have been so easy to sneak in.

This undead force is so heavily guarded and mutated that even the Holy Order Assassins who have followed Sazastan for thousands of years are shocked.

"But since you let me in, then that so-called psychic sorcerer Angele, you have to wait to die!" With a faint sense of pride, Roland, the shadow assassin of the Holy Order, tiptoed to the target.

The other party did not turn on any protection, which is understandable. After all, in the well-defended mage tower on his side, he, the lord of the undead, probably didn't expect that an enemy would sneak in. This can save yourself a lot of headaches.

Sensing it up close, the target actually has an undisguised breath of life, which shows that the other party is not an undead creature. It's really incredible that the leader of a group of such pure undead is not an undead!

After spending so much effort, it seems that now he only needs to lean out to harvest this goal, but because of the importance of the matter, he should be more cautious.

Roland squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze quickly swept around the target in a hidden way, and he only dared to slowly perceive the other party's possible hidden defenses with his peripheral vision, especially paying attention to the magic ornaments such as belts, brooches, bracelets, and pendants that were directly attached to his body. If there are some death-free treasures such as "stand-in dolls" and "Death Barbie" hidden on the other person's body, these parts are the most likely hiding places.

As a spellcaster, it is inevitable that some triggers to avoid danger will also be solidified, and it is more likely to have some resurrection methods that outsiders don't know, so if you want to completely kill a high-level spellcaster, you really need some special means.

Some casters like to add teleportation to triggers, others prefer Stone Skin or Iron Body, and some have advanced dissolving spells...... The list goes on and on, but none of them are the favorite of the Assassins who seek to kill in one hit.

Therefore, high-end mages are extremely difficult to kill. If you are not prepared for the target, you will wipe it out and the target may disappear from your face with a dying breath. And after a few fingers, a furious mage dressed in a drape and blessed with colorful protective spells will appear in front of you, leaving you to regret your previous rashness for the rest of your life.

Ever since he opened his eyes on a cold, hard stone platform 100 years ago, Roland has never escaped from this shadow, and has helped his master snipe and kill one enemy after another. Among them are the leaders of some large powers, or the owners of a certain mage tower.

However, all these dangers add up, and I am afraid that the task is not as big as this one.

Surrounded by the strange monks with strange shapes, Roland had a feeling that this was a group of crazy people, a group of extremely dangerous crazy people. And I am afraid that I will now wipe out the "masters" of their devout faith under the eyes of this group of madmen......

Just as Roland hesitated, the Death Moon Orb in his left hand shook slightly, and the hoarse voice of the legendary lich rang out in his mind again.

"Hurry up, I'm in a terrible situation here. You've got to kill that damn Anglie so we can turn the tide of things. Fast, move fast! ……”

Sazastan's clamor continued, but the Holy Order Shadow Assassin had ignored the rest of his words.

"Quick! How fast? It's not you who is surrounded by a bunch of crazy people. Roland said indignantly.

However, the restraint from the soul contract made it impossible for him to disobey his master's orders, so Roland narrowed his eyes tightly, thoughtless and desireless, and with a slight flick of his right hand, the soul dagger appeared on his fingertips.

Kill!

With a heartfelt shout, Roland emerged from the shadows of the psychic warlock as soon as he grew in size.

The Dead Moon Orb in his left hand was tightly clenched, and invisible spatial ripples rippled in the void, interfering with the spatial teleportation and soul transfer within ten meters around him, and the dagger of the soul in his right hand had already pierced deeply into the back of "Anglie's" head at the same time as he appeared.

The power of the shadows exploded, and the furious force destroyed the vitality of this brain almost instantly, and stirred the flesh in the skull into blood sauce.

It's done!

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