The battle situation is really intense.

The casualties caused every moment are huge, and the losses are rare cemetery elites.

Li Xun was also helpless about this anxiety of exchanging sacrifice for victory.

Others may not know the huge price the cemetery paid for this battle, but as the cemetery master, he knew it clearly. The wailing of every high-level undead before death resounded in his ears. He felt that the high-end combat power soul nodes in the soul system were annihilated, and his heart was dripping blood!

Other cemetery warriors may just need to concentrate on fighting. On the one hand, he must cooperate with Isa to analyze the mysteries in the frost realm, and on the other hand, he must coordinate and command all cemetery subordinates who are trapped in the realm, and on the other hand, he must also summarize the overall situation and think about which card to flip and which card not to flip.

The illusory projection on the front line may still be elegant, calm and composed, but the body hidden deep in the mage tower has already raised its forehead and gritted its teeth to an unparalleled level.

It's so miserable, the fight is simply so miserable!

The pieces of ashes that were swept away by the Saint-level Lich and the legendary Lich were all the most precious corpse witches, undead, and blood warlocks in the cemetery! These high-level troops are not far from being able to be squandered so much, but today in order to pave the smooth road behind the cemetery, they can only send them to the enemy's butcher knife bit by bit, and strive for some respite for the main combat forces that are still fighting on the front line.

This kind of pain and torture are not the parties involved, and they cannot understand the inadequacy.

Although Li Xun had long understood and knew "Charity was not in charge of the army" and "the road to victory was covered with bones"... these great principles, when all the orders were sent from his own mouth, all the sacrificed subordinates were sent to the front line by himself, his heartbeat was still accelerating irresistible, his blood was rushing, and even his breathing was heavy and clear.

But just when he was depressed and resentful and suffering, the real danger had already come.

At this moment, there was a lively and busy scene in the mage tower.

In the lobby on the first floor, a group of dragon lichs gathered around Master Kelthuzad, pointing at the battle situation in several magical water mirrors, quarreling in an endless stream...

Teams of high-level corpse witches gathered into scattered small circles, trying to cast spells to promote the efficient operation of the mage tower, guiding the gathering of surging elemental energy with consciousness, shaping, and then bombarding the locked target...

Countless beautiful and beautiful banshees floated outside the hall, quietly waiting for the assignment of the superiors...

Groups of blood warlocks sometimes transform into blood bats, sometimes regaining their human form, busy delivering information in the Mage Tower and the command center of the Municipal Hall...

The tall, ferocious and ferocious semi-illusory undead held a huge death scythe far beyond his body to guard the mage tower, with bright and bright blood pupils scanning every undead passing by...

Li Xun sat calmly on the throne of the magic hall on the second floor, motionless, and his mind had already bent all over the soul projection in the distance. And what was serving him was a group of accusing the dead in the long robes of purple and black monks.

As a special army of cemetery up to level 6, these victims of the deceased did not have outstanding combat power, and they were even pitiful, and they could not even beat a skeleton warrior at level 1 of a cemetery. However, from the beginning of their birth, they were filled with fanaticism and devotion to die for Li Xun. It can be said that they were the most devout believers in the entire cemetery who believed in the cemetery master.

Because of their special identity, ordinary cemetery wars rarely use their power. The only commendable record is the time when the plane of the 43rd level of the Abyss World cursed the plane lord Hilgai. This was the only time they took action. One by one, they gained a great abyss demon of level 19 for the cemetery.

The most crazy believers of the cemetery master, this group of people who sued the dead never had to fight on the battlefield and rarely dealt with the outside world. The only hobby every day is to hide in the simple temple they built by themselves and pray devoutly to Li Xun's statue. This is also their only way to improve their strength.

Li Xun didn't pay much attention to them, so he didn't understand their behavior very well. It was also because of the sudden advancement of the deceased and shocked the soul system recently that he discovered their actions. Li Xun was also mixed with such a group of crazy believers and didn't know what to do.

To be honest, they were only looking for the only "Prayer of Death" they mastered to outline such an extreme military template. Unexpectedly, they independently discovered such a strange way of evolution beyond their own attention.

"Messenger of Death".

Just as many people accused the dead surrounded Li Xun and prayed silently, an inconspicuous shadow slowly approached under them.

Very close, really close.

A pair of strange eyes suddenly appeared at the shadow of the foot of a defendant, and through the interlaced gaps of his body, he bet his eyes on the fragile body that was half lying and half lying high in the main position.

A long moon-white robe, an old face, a snow-white whisker, and a long staff with a strange shape leaning beside the throne of the White Bone. This form is the main character the master repeatedly told. And beside him, two thin human figures covered in exquisite and gorgeous monks' robe stood silently, which contrasted with the surrounding people who were full of fanatical faces.

The Shadow Eye blinked a few times, then quickly disappeared.

The person who sued the dead might have some awareness, looked down in confusion and glanced around him, but found no abnormalities. Then he inexplicably closed his eyes and entered a state of selflessness of prayer.

The figure hidden in the shadow then breathed a sigh of relief. With the shadow movement of the instinct of talent, he moved little by little towards his target in the depths of the shadows under the dead.

With its ability as a holy-level shadow assassin, it was only a matter of strangling the more than 30 strange monks in front of him who were powerless. But for some reason, every time he saw these strange monks, a wave of inexplicable fear and shriek came from deep inside, as if he was facing a seductive messenger of death.

Roland, who never dared to take his intuition lightly, was more cautious. He could clearly jump under the target with a shadow, but it took half an hour to move it bit by bit.

This behind-the-scenes master really makes it easy to find.

I originally thought that in the tall and spacious hall of white bones, I only found a group of strangely mutated undead spirits in it. It is said that there are one or two high-level undead spirits at the command level.

For this undead mage tower with such strict protection, if it weren't for relying on the legendary treasure Death Moon Magic Pearl that the owner temporarily lent to it, it would probably not have been so easy to sneak in.

This undead force is so vigilant that there are so many mutated undead. Even the holy-level assassin who has been following Sazastan for thousands of years is shocked.

"But since I've been letting me in, then the so-called spiritual warlock, Angeles, you're waiting to die!" With a faint smugness, the holy shadow assassin Roland tiptoed under the target.

It is understandable that the opponent did not turn on any protection. After all, in the mage tower where one side has a tight defense, he, the undead lord, probably did not expect that an enemy would sneak in secret. This could save him a lot of trouble.

After sensing it closely, the target actually had an unconcealed breath of life, which shows that the other party is not an undead creature. The leader of such a pure undead is not an undead, which is really incredible!

After so much effort, it seems that I only need to lean in and get rid of this goal, but because it is of great importance, I should be more cautious.

Roland narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes quickly swept through the target's perimeter in a concealed manner. He only dared to slowly sense the other party's possible defense methods with his light, especially focusing on belts, brooches, bracelets, pendants and other magical ornaments that directly stick to his body. If the other party has certain "stand-in-one dolls" and "death Barbie" hidden on his body, these parts are the most likely places to hide.

As a spellcaster, it is inevitable that some triggers to avoid danger will be solidified, and they may have some resurrection methods that outsiders do not know. Therefore, it really requires some special means to completely kill a high-level spellcaster.

Some casters like to add fixed-point teleportation to the trigger, some like stone skin or steel body, and some will set up advanced spells... etc., but no matter which one is not the one that the assassins who pursue a one-hit kill are preferred.

Therefore, high-end mages are extremely difficult to kill. If you are not prepared for the target, you will wipe it off with one knife and the target may disappear from you dying. After a few bent hands, a raging mage covered in a banana and blessed with colorful protective spells will appear in front of you, making you regret your previous rashness for the rest of your life.

Since he opened his eyes on a cold and hard stone platform 1,300 years ago, Roland has never escaped from this shadow of being in lingering, and has helped his masters kill one enemy after another. Among them are the leaders of some large forces, or the masters of a certain mage tower.

However, all the dangers combined are probably not as big as the task this time.

Roland felt that he was surrounded by strange monks with strange shapes, and he was a group of madmen, a group of extremely dangerous madmen. And he was now going to wipe out their devout "masters" under the eyes of these madmen, and I'm afraid...

Just as Roland was hesitating, the Death Moon Pearl, which was holding tightly in his left hand, vibrated slightly again, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice of the legendary lich sounded in his mind again.

"Hurry up, it's awful here. You have to kill that damn Angeles so we can turn the situation around. Quickly, move quickly!..."

Sazastan's clamor continued, but the Saint-level Shadow Assassin had ignored the words behind.

"Quick! How about it? It's not you who are surrounded by a group of madmen." Roland whispered indignantly.

However, the constraints from the soul contract made him unable to disobey his master's orders. So Roland narrowed his eyes tightly, without any thoughts and desires. His right hand flexibly shook his soul dagger appeared at his fingertips.

kill!

With a loud shout from the bottom of his heart, Roland grew up and appeared out of the shadow under the soul warlock.

The Death Moon Pearl in the left hand held tightly, and the invisible ripples in space rippled in the void, interfering with all space transmission and soul transfer within ten meters around. The soul dagger in the right hand had penetrated deeply into the back of "Angre"'s head while showing his appearance.

The power of shadow burst out, and the violent force almost instantly destroyed all the vitality of this brain, and stirred the flesh and blood in the brain into a blood sauce.
Chapter completed!