Sir Ulrich, the Lich Mentor, withdrew his attention from the sky above the inner castle and looked at the tall figures charging under the outer castle shouting "Bofu's". He couldn't help but frowned: "This has just begun. The school's wizards
They launched the second-level battle formation... I'm afraid it will be difficult for our children to cope with it."
In the minds of old-school wizards, including monsters, large-scale wars are long and cruel catastrophes. It often takes several months for both warring parties to go from entering, to testing, to fighting, fierce battles, decisive battles, until the final conclusion.
It can even take several years. Sometimes the rise of high-level wizard wars between the two parties will stretch the timeline and expand the battlefield to a range that spans decades or even hundreds of years from the time of the war.
Therefore, in Sir Ulrich's view, the war that broke out in the world of Hell, from the time Leviathan broke through to the four legendary beings leaving the battlefield, was a prelude to the full outbreak of the war. Both wizards and demons were still
During a probing attack.
But now, the probing attack has not yet completely ended, and the wizards guarding the castle have actually launched a second-level battle formation, instantly pushing the intensity of the war to a fierce level, which will inevitably make it feel uncomfortable.
boom!
A figure fell from a high altitude and hit the altar at Sir Ulrich's feet hard, knocking many of the bones building the altar away and causing lava to splash everywhere.
"howl!!"
The figure rolled on the ground, turned over and got up. The five tails behind it were like long whips, making a crackling sound in the air.
As if hearing Sir Ulrich's complaint, the figure descending from the sky turned around, revealing a furry, tiger-leopard-like face, with a beeping electric light flashing on a corner of his forehead.
It looked at the Lich Mentor, opened its mouth, and its voice was like gold and stone, sonorous and cold:
"Old man, cheer up!"
"Many of the wizards on the opposite side are guys who participated in the war to open up the new world. They are not like the old-school wizards who dawdle in everything they do and can't beat a fart with three sticks... If they can, they will definitely hope to end this war within one day.
war!"
"If you have any back-ups, use them all at once!"
Sir Ulrich lowered his eyelids and looked at the arrogant red scorpion under the altar. After a long while, he slowly replied in a whisper: "You should continue to deal with that scorpion with Dororo... What happens next,
There are people behind to make arrangements.”
Chi Xie flicked his tail angrily, roared at the old lich, jumped up, and rushed to the battlefield not far away again. There, in the dim light of smoke and earth fire, there was a Scorpio with its claws raised upright.
It has a long tail; there are many strange birds roaring hoarsely, opening its big mouth full of fangs, and dripping saliva like heavy acid rain.
Jazz withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the tall mimic giants opposite him with a gloomy look.
The demon warriors, the undead army, and the monsters driven by Leviathan were like swarms of insects in front of those giants, flying around in all directions. The huge weapons waved all over the sky would kill them if they were wiped, or they would die if they were knocked down. They were almost unable to deal with the wizards.
The attack causes no hindrance.
Even the originally strong Hell Equation Array has become in danger. Many of the Pillars of Sauron standing in the array have been broken by the giants, and many of the Eyes of Sauron have been taken away and turned into the giants'
The trophies were pressed in the center of the forehead, driven by magic power, and shot in all directions.
A thin figure fell silently next to Sir Ulrich like a fallen leaf.
It was the other great lich on the battlefield, the prisoner of the Black Prison, Sujiade.
"We can't let them continue to be arrogant."
Su Jiade clicked his mandible, and in the empty eye sockets, two deep red lights stood out: "The undead in the Black Hell are very limited...the bones are broken and can be re-glued with magic power, but the fire of the soul is extinguished, and it is very difficult to
It is difficult to find suitable replacements.”
"We also need to develop next steps."
Sir Ulrich remained silent.
It already knows that in the original black prison, the most precious thing is the existence full of magic power - whether it is magma, stone, or dead body - therefore, the black prison world is not like other other worlds that the undead have conquered, which have been buried underground for countless years.
The accumulated undead resources are huge.
Dead prisoners will be quickly eaten by other prisoners; their bones, if all their magic power is lost, will be polished into weapons or magic weapons. If there is still a little bit of magic power, they will be eaten by the hungry prisoners who suffer from a lack of magic power.
Suck it carefully until it is chewed into bone powder and swallowed into your stomach, not a single bit will be wasted.
"It's really... it's too fast." Sir Ulrich was not a rigid person. After confirming that he was at a disadvantage on the frontal battlefield, he did not hesitate for too long. He just sighed lowly and opened his arms again.
arm:
"The drought is so cruel that it feels like burning!"
"The uncle is coming, and he is the pioneer."
"The magic tool stops drunkenness, and the emperor's corpse is carried!"
"Zhao Yun, the peach insect, fights with the flying bird!"
The wind of darkness blows out from the deepest part of the abyss, and it is cold and icy. Even though there are two suns above the head shining infinite light, and the hot magma is rolling and flowing underground, it still cannot stop the chill from spreading on the battlefield.
The low incantations were the songs of ancient wizards in the tower. The sounds were weird. To the wizards, it sounded like slender wires scraping against the glass, sharp and harsh. But to the ears of demons and undead, it sounded like the lullaby of a mother in front of a crib.
, the gentle sound makes them intoxicated.
The ghostly wind rolled up the magma, and the strands were like blood vessels, hanging on the bodies of the undead; the flesh and blood of the dead monsters' remains, like moths flying into the fire, fell on the hot blood vessels, wrapping them up one after another,
In the end, large oval-shaped eggs were wrapped, and the hot magma and flesh overlapped each other on the eggshells, outlining dazzling and complex magic patterns.
Further away, the insect monsters that surged towards the outer castle like a tide receded like a tide. But they did not go away, but began to devour each other not far from the wizard.
The swarm of insects, which originally worked closely together like precision instruments, started fighting each other without mercy. The broken limbs and horns were like black snowflakes in the sky. The rustling and gnawing sound made even the most daring wizards feel frightened.
It only took a short time for the demon alliance to spawn hundreds of red and black giant eggs at the front line. The red giant eggs were dry monsters made of flesh and blood by the undead, and the black giant eggs were insect monsters using the method of raising poisonous insects.
The royal insect that was born.
The wizards did not sit back and watch Sir Ulrich's natural disaster magic.
However, countless undead and insect monsters were not afraid of death and swarmed up, firmly blocking the giants' footsteps from the place where the giant eggs were hatched. The dead undead and insect monsters were transformed into magic under the summons of Sir Ulrich.
The streams of light fall back onto those giant eggs, urging them to mature faster.