After all, the wizards in the wizard world still have little knowledge.

Due to the preciousness and difficulty of knowledge inheritance, there have never been no necromancers of the great wizard or above in the wizard world, so they have never seen the terrifying sea of ​​undead that is famous throughout the multiverse.

Even if they exhaust their imagination limits, they may not be able to imagine undead creatures with ordinary combat power. Once the number of stockpiled exceeds a certain threshold, the overwhelming and unstoppable terrifying power will leave such an endlessly terrifying memory in their hearts!

Since there was no expectation in advance that the undead who were "locked" in the Death Valley would launch a counterattack, the outer edge of the camp was nailed around with simple wooden stakes, and the height was only 2 meters. Such a "defense line" was simply useless for the lickers who crossed mountains and ridges and were walking on flat ground.

Therefore, there was no delay. Many lickers just jumped gently, and their sharp hands and claws levered slightly on the camp bar and rushed into the camp.

For a moment, the white leaping figure filled the field of vision, and the terrifying stench filled the nose. As soon as the human warriors were arranged in formation, they were thrown to the ground by the powerful and terrifying figure. The sharp claws and feet were just slightly torn, and the human warriors were taken out of a deep blood hole. The licker bit them violently and could bite off their necks in one bite.

The one and a half meters long terrorist bullet tongue shot at close range, comparable to the most powerful military crossbow arrow. Whenever it stabs, a huge penetrating wound will appear on any part of the body.

At this moment, at least more than a thousand mortal warriors were stationed in the outpost camp. If they could be equipped with the most exquisite armor and weapons, formed shield walls, formed long spear formations, and then resisted horses through mechanism traps and trenches, they might be able to fight against the snails for a while.

Unfortunately, they don’t have these things!

Due to the crude smelting and forging and the insufficient development of metal minerals, these ordinary soldiers are basically equipped with simple leather armor and small wooden round shields. Only those elite troops can wear a full set of metal armor. Therefore, facing the swift and bounced lickers, they often have a flash of sight, and the sword in their hands is knocked to the ground before they can be handed out.

For a moment, the entire camp was full of agile figures of lickers passing by, and the desperate and miserable howls of human warriors everywhere. Even if some clever warriors formed a small defense circle back to back, they could not resist the tide-like impact of the lickers. Many lickers even stepped on their companions' bodies and jumped directly into the battle circle, attacking their backs frantically.

During all the battles, the licker does not avoid the swords in the opponent's hands. As an undead creature, as long as the entire brain is not destroyed by the opponent's blow, the licker will never stop killing.

At the rear of the camp, the tents supported are particularly exquisite and gorgeous. It is a place where many wizards rest and recover their energy, so the resistance there is also particularly tenacious and fierce.

A series of explosive fireballs exploded on the licker's route. The huge flames directly brought more than 30 lickers into it and burned them to charcoal. However, this could not stop the licker's madness. Nearly a hundred lickers rushed into the sea of ​​fire without hesitation, and used their bodies to suppress the surging flames.

Subsequent lickers trampled on their bodies and continued to move forward.

The cold wind blew, bringing the ultimate coldness and the ice fragments like a knife and a sword. The dozen lickers who rushed in the front were instantly thorned into flesh and blood, frozen in the thick transparent ice crystals with three fingers. As the ice crystals exploded, the extreme cold current surged in the field. Any creature involved would condense into exquisite ice sculptures in a few digits of fingers.

The fragile soul fire was silently extinguished in the fierce coldness.

The cold current had not yet subsided, and the crackling lightning storm dominated the entire audience again.

The violent and surging lightning energy was like a terrifying silver snake. It actually formed a sparse and unobstructed lightning net with its infinitely winding body. It hugged the head and face and hugged the large group of lickers in its arms.

"Sizi..."

The sound of the strong electric current burning the body, accompanied by the extremely heavy and burnt smell, the lightning storm created a Shura hell on the battlefield. Any creature that accidentally entered it will turn into strange-shaped burnt corpses in the shortest time. The death is so tragic and weird that no one can think of their previous appearance from the burnt corpses.

In addition to these common elemental witchcraft, some remote witchcraft also appeared in the scene. The appearance of each witchcraft is usually accompanied by the deaths of more than a dozen or dozens of lickers.

Acid-rot swamp, acid rainfall, burst flames, lava fireballs, ground thorn jungle, cannibal flowers, strangling vines, force field maze, death howling, ice gun shooting, tornado...

The talents included in the Wizards Association are indeed very comprehensive. Under the cover of the wizard guards, a large group of middle and high-level wizards were crazily throwing magic into the tide of white undead. The great wizards made such a shocking move, and each magic brought a large number of deaths of lickers.

The body-refining wizards rushed out and turned into various strange beings, rushing directly into the densest place of the lickers, causing a dizziness and darkness.

Some of them have wolf-headed human bodies, and their bodies are thick and thick black hair comparable to all steel armor. Their claws are three feet long. The sharp and sharp nails are not stingy with enchant weapons. They can cut a licker into scattered pieces of meat in the air with one stroke and a single stroke.

Some parts of their bodies turned into strange vine forms, and more than a dozen vine-like fleshy tentacles danced wildly, and any licker they caught would be instantly strangled and crushed.

What's more, some body refining wizards absorbed heavy earth elements around their bodies and transformed themselves into a tall and mighty stone giant. Such a terrifying guy casually traveled around the licker team, and the number of casualties of the licker soared up like rolling.

However, the most eye-catching one is a holy-level body refining wizard. He doesn't need to rely on any external objects at all. He just relies on his own body to cause endless damage to the licker. Every punch and every kick he looks ordinary, and he can't sense elemental fluctuations. However, the wind pressure formed by the great divine power spreads transparent air bullets into the white waves.

After the dull and loud "dongdongdongdong", there will be palm marks and fist marks on the ground with clear patterns and veins. Among these huge marks with distinct joints, the bodies of countless lickers being squeezed into pieces of meat sauce.

The licker was attacking fiercely and also tragically dying.

In just 2 quarters of an hour, the surging white waves swallowed up all the human warriors and forced the wizards to a narrow corner behind the camp, barely supporting the last line of defense there.

The wizards used their own magical skills and were slaughtering the lickers at crazy speed. But in the local area, the endless lickers finally broke through the barrier of violent witchcraft, crossed the few remaining wizard guards, and rushed to some wizards.

The loud bang of violent witchcraft, the sizzling sound of roasting and burning the body, the explosion of the lightning silver snake "sharp" through the air, the despair of human beings when they are about to die...

The entire battlefield was a pot of boiling muddy water, rolling and steaming everywhere, rising and falling everywhere. The flesh and blood became worthless here, and life was even cheaper and disdainful.

The wizard, who is usually delicate and expensive, is now like a rude mercenary who licks blood from a knife, panting heavily, and his body is splashed with filthy blood and meat foam. He is still struggling to squeeze out more witch power from his gradually empty body.

At this moment of life and death, if a person hesitates or trances, once the witch power is exhausted, countless pale figures will pounce on you in an instant. They will scratch their claws and tear them, and they will almost never bend their fingers. The witchcraft protection outside the body will be destroyed by a massive attack.

So in the next moment, no matter how precious or genius the wizard could only wail as loudly as the previous human warriors, and was submerged in the terrifying white ocean by the swarming lickers.

The more you fight, the more you become, the more you are more frightened. Once the thought of killing these white monsters arises in your heart, the wizards will lose their fighting spirit, and the continuous waves of witchcraft will have inaccurate stagnation and gaps. Those great wizard-level guys may not be afraid to resist the impact of creatures in this way, but once the middle and high-level wizards exhaust their wizards, the tragic death of their companions just now is likely to be their portrayal.

Therefore, the "smart" wizards began to consciously retain enough wizard power to protect themselves.

However, when the two strong men who were evenly matched each other, they still felt that they were not using every point of their strength, so how could they give them room to cheat? With a little effort, they reacted on the battlefield that the white wave rushed forward frantically for nearly ten meters.

In normal times, what can this ten meters be considered? But on today's battlefield, it means that only more than 30 wizard guards and seven or eight wizards standing in front are involved in the siege of the licker.

37 are only 37 are stolen, and these guys who have been involved in the white wave are torn into pieces. Even wizards with witchcraft protection are difficult to escape.

A high-level wizard as high as 7 rings exploded the ice-type particles surrounding him frantically, and hit the dozen or so lickers around him into pieces. Then he panicked and stepped onto the flying broom to escape. Unfortunately, before he could fully take off, the lickers swarmed up jumped up, and in a blink of an eye it was covered with his whole body.

A pile of meat that was quickly stacked up was hung on his body, causing him to rise more than 7 meters high but he was still shaking and unable to escape. Finally, under the pulling and impact of the licker who kept pounced on the pile of meat, the high-level wizard fell back to the ground with a shrill despair.
Chapter completed!