Chapter 0174 Blood Demon Yin*Wei

The enemy is coming.

In front of the hall is a nearly 20-long corridor, and the four walls of the entire corridor are polished and slippery, limiting the talent of certain races on the walls.

The first to arrive were wobbly living corpses. The reason why they are said to be living corpses is because they can still feel the breath of the soul on their bodies, which is almost the same as the soul-binding corpses made by Zhuoer, but these are by no means soul-binding corpses.

Many of the Drow warriors have seen in previous battles how the enemy has bound the souls of the dead in their corpses and continued to be driven by them. The Drow Priestess also needed all kinds of special materials and special techniques to bind the soul, but the enemy could do it quickly and easily by using some of the corpse witch's special skills. Although the enemy's corpse witches are very hidden in the rear, and they are different from ordinary corpse witches, the Drow warriors can still distinguish clearly when dealing with the undead for a long time.

It must be some specially evolved corpse witch!

What's even more terrifying is that there are as many as 10 corpse witches with this special evolution of the enemy. 5 are cursed corpses who specialize in negative blessings, and 5 are good at creating living corpses and mending the undead. Hell, these bastards' spellcasters will only shake their staffs behind those mountains of Roshan that are far bloated than the Stitching Monsters, and never set foot on the front lines, giving the Drow a chance to concentrate their elite assaults.

Now, as expected, the enemy has sent these living corpses to the front again. Damn, it's a huge expense to spend precious crossbow arrows on these completely unconscious and harmless cannon fodder. But in hand-to-hand combat, the Drow warriors present no longer have this luxury. These staggering corpses had been their comrades a few quarters of an hour ago, but now they could only open their frightened eyes and with a desperate expression, and they couldn't help but rush towards the sharp metal spears.

They also have human senses, but they can't help themselves, they can only watch metal weapons go in and out of their bodies, watch the dense magic spells fly towards their bodies, but they can't even let out a wail of fear, they only try to stretch out their dirty hands to the creatures in the distance before they die.

The thought that if he fell, the Drow warriors would also face this kind of enslavement that was worse than death, and all of them were killed, and the metal spear in his hand sped up even faster. Separated by countless metal horses and obstacles, the living corpses could not get close to them at all, and it was a good opportunity to dissipate the enemy's cannon fodder.

It's a pity that the enemy sent all living corpses that are not afraid of death and toxins, so that the Drow warriors also save the process of quenching their weapons.

The living corpses crowded in front of the obstacle pounced repeatedly, and were stabbed down one by one by the Drow warriors, and then crushed by the magic spell and scattered into ashes, directly turned into scum.

It may be time for the enemy to send a higher-level undead, and the thought has just risen to the heart of the Drow warriors, and there is a change in the corridor.

A corpse witch hid among the living corpses and sneaked up on the obstacle, and then a gray-green cloud of smoke exploded at the entrance of the hall, and quickly spread around.

The Drow warriors, who were stabbing through the gap in the obstacle with a metal spear at the entrance of the hall, hurriedly dodged in all directions, but two of them were still affected by the gray-green smoke cloud. Even with the resistance of the Drow warriors, the black skin was dyed green in an instant, and some pus-filled patches began to spread rapidly, and the two Drow warriors fell to the ground and wailed, and under their vigorous scratching, the thick juice that burst out was splashed everywhere.

Two golden rays of light fell on the Drow warriors, instantly relieving their pain, the green of their bodies had begun to fade, and the fleshy wounds were slowly closing. Under the command of the priestess, several servants immediately came up and carried the two Drow warriors to the back for treatment.

After the gray-green smoke at the entrance of the hall was dispersed, several Drow warriors with crossbow arrows in their hands pounced, and the sound of "poof" shooting continued. The corpse witch hurriedly retreated, but unfortunately it moved slowly, its size was too obvious, and when it was out of range, it was already shot into a sieve. However, for the undead, as long as the soul fire is not extinguished, the damage to the body can be completely ignored.

The Chaos Lord, who retreated to the rear, pulled out all the crossbow arrows on his body, leaving behind a dozen fist-sized holes, and the Death Control Witch King next to him hit several black lights in a row, and these holes also healed quickly.

Li Xun scratched his head in distress, these combat forces are the only mobile forces he can draw out, and he must not be too badly injured because he came out to hunt wild food, then it is not a virtuous circle.

Standing beside him was the priestess of Zena, who had just arrived, in the midst of many terrifying-looking undead, unable to control her nervous feelings, clinging closely to Li Xun's back, not leaving an inch.

The idea of a frontal assault was not advisable, as the corridor was not spacious enough to accommodate two abominations charging at the same time. And sending them to death one by one is by no means a stupid thing that a conscientious and aspiring commander should do.

In the cemetery team behind him, the corpse witch belongs to the protective arms that must not be sacrificed lightly, and other troops can be moderately invested, as long as the capital can be earned, Li Xun will not hesitate to fight.

Well, it seems that he still lacks a strong fighter who can attack the fortifications, but it will soon be no shortage.

Because the Bloodseeker has arrived.

Before the person arrived, the disgusting bloody breath had already soaked all the space around Li Xun. When the Blood Demon walked towards the mage with silent steps, it was as if a boundless sea of blood was surging towards him, forcing Zena to retreat again and again, barely leaning on the stone wall to keep from falling.

Li Xun's face was expressionless, and he looked coldly at the approach of the blood demon, his mind was completely absorbed in his body, and he could turn into a thunderous blow along the link of his soul at any time, destroying his soul while breaking his blood contract.

The Blood Demon still had the appearance of a ferocious gnoll, and when he approached, he knelt down on one knee and put his hand on his chest, saying, "At your call, your servants have come to listen to orders!" ”

"There are enemies here who are holding me back." Li Xun pointed to the hall where he was fighting, and the superior coldly ordered: "Knock on their defense line for me, let the blood-colored roses bloom!" ”

"As you wish!"

The Blood Demon clasped his chest and saluted, stood up and hissed at the sky, and immediately turned into a red lightning bolt and rushed straight through the hall door.

The momentum of his appearance was really overwhelming, and it instantly attracted the attention of all the spellcasters in the hall, so the same overwhelming attack was also smashed.

The red lightning turned in the air continuously, penetrated through the gap between the horse and the obstacle, and rushed directly into the hall, just in time to collide with the opponent's spell attack.

The emaciated body was torn apart in the blink of an eye, the only strange thing was that there were no stumps and flesh, only a mist of blood splashing on the Drow warriors on the front line of battle.

One Drow warrior was the unlucky, just below the Bloodfiend, drenched throughout. He cursed this brainless reckless man angrily, his appearance was gorgeous, and his death was happy enough, and he was washed in blood. While pinching his nose to avoid the heavy bloody gas stunting himself, he rubbed the heavy plasma on the chain mail with his hand, and faintly felt a little tingling on the skin splashed by the blood, could it be that this guy's blood is poisonous?

When he looked up at his comrades, he realized that they were fleeing from him in terror. What are they doing, are they still afraid of the blood of their enemies?

Before he could figure it out, the stinging pain on his body became more and more intense, and some viscous soft body squirmed on his face, trying to drill into his mouth and nose. He grabbed it in horror and jerked it hard, then let out a heart-rending scream, and his entire face was torn off along with the flesh underneath.

As the blood gushed out of his body, the miserable Drow warrior seemed to hear a loud swallowing sound before he fell unconscious.

Looking at the entire hall, there was not only one person who was attacked by blood, those Drow warriors who had less blood were still fighting with inexplicable enemies, but the battlefield of the battle was transferred to their bodies. The boiling blood and the sting of the heart made them wail in pain, and they stumbled to the priest of the family, hoping to be rescued by magic.

"Don't let them get close, the enemy is inside them!" Mother Wen Lisha also put aside her distracting thoughts at this critical moment and issued a clear command: "Attack!" ”

A dozen divine spells combined with spells to blast the five Drow warriors who were contaminated with blood to pieces, and an even more terrifying situation unfolded before their eyes.

All the splattered and disintegrating blood squirmed as if it had life, and the nearest confluence gradually gathered into a stream of blood, and ran happily somewhere, where it gathered and stood out into a human form composed of blood.

Moments later, a new Bloodfiend appeared.

"Don't use attack magic, trap it with bondage!"

Mother Wen Lisa immediately changed her tactics, and together with all the priestesses and priests, she cast different magic spells with different names and similar effects, such as spider webs, binding vines, and dark binding.

Before they could see what the effect was, the sound of their clothes breaking through the hall could be heard, and 20 vampire counts had already appeared in front of them.

In just an instant, all the priestesses and priests were caught in the flames of war.

Before the drow guards on his side caught up to help, each spellcaster experienced a few ** blows, and although they were not breached by the magic defenses, they were also involved in their attention.

Suddenly there was a shaking of the earth in the corridor, and a meat giant that had packed the passage was appearing in Drow's line of sight at a sprinting speed. Ignoring the cannon fodder in front of him, he slammed into the obstacle at the entrance of the hall when he stepped on it.

There was a muffled "bang".

All the creatures in the hall bounced in place, which showed the ferocity of the impact.

The horse and the obstacle were twisted and deformed in an instant, and many sharp edges and corners pierced deep into the flesh giant's body, making it unable to move. But before everyone could ease their feelings, another heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor.

"Boom"

The second collision achieved far better results than the first, and most of the obstacles could not withstand such rapid force, and still burst away. Broken metal shards ricocheted back and forth between the walls of the hall, causing countless stray bullet damage.

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