After a while, Eloise stood up. This time, he was full of confidence.
Having strong abilities and power is nothing, the most important thing is how to use it well.
Because no matter how strong you are, you will still encounter enemies of the same level or even higher level.
The undead dragon that was saved just now was very powerful, but unfortunately after being transformed into an undead, its intelligence dropped too much, leaving it with no magic power and a strong body, and was eventually destroyed.
When the force is strong, it can directly crush the enemy with its absolute strength.
When your strength is insufficient, you can use superb combat skills to temporarily bridge the gap in strength.
When absolute strength and superb combat skills are combined, it lays the foundation for Elos to be invincible at the same level.
But what should we do when our strength is not enough and our fighting skills are not good enough?
If Fiona were here, she would definitely say:
"Then we will use despicable, shameless, ah, no, wise and mighty means to attack the enemy."
The image of this little girl appeared in Elos's mind, and he couldn't help but laugh.
During this period of time when I came out, I really missed her!
After saving the undead dragon, he continued to walk deeper and no longer sensed the existence of any living thing.
Deathly silence enveloped the swamp, with only the call still ringing in my ears from time to time.
Expand the extraordinary sense to the limit, not even a single insect exists, as if this is the kingdom of the dead. Thinking of the undead dragon, Elos can't help but be careful.
He tried his best to restrain his own aura, and minimized the circulation of his breathing and Dou Qi in his body to prevent the too strong life aura from being too obviously exposed.
At some point, a thick fog slowly floated over the swamp, gradually swallowing Elos.
This protruding fog is as thick as liquid, making it impossible to see anything ten steps away. What’s even weirder is that even the extraordinary sense cannot detect anything ten steps away, as if it is imprisoned in an unknown space.
inside.
The worst part was that in this fog, Iloth lost his sense of direction.
Simply, Elos stopped moving forward blindly and sat down, deciding to stop quietly.
You can tell at a glance that this fog is cast by magic. After all, the magic power of the caster is not infinite. Sooner or later, the fog will dissipate. In this case, just use it.
After an unknown amount of time, Ilosu, who was meditating while adjusting his breath, took out the Broken Star, held the giant ax that was about to be struck by him, and then shattered it into powder.
The creature wielding a giant ax appeared and turned out to be a high-level undead warrior.
The broken stars swept across, and the flames with a little bit of purgatory fighting energy blazingly enveloped the undead warrior's body. In a moment, it turned into a ball of ashes and sprinkled on the ground.
A blue human soul was sucked into Elos's chest. This time, he did not panic.
This undead warrior soul is far inferior to the undead dragon. The improvement is not very obvious, but it is better than nothing.
Then several more undead warriors came to attack Iloth, but he overcame them all.
The fog gradually dissipated. It may be that the magic effect of the spellcaster behind the scenes has ceased, or the magic power is insufficient, but Elos prefers the former.
When the fog completely dissipated, there were a large number of low-level undead warriors standing all over the country. These low-level undead had extremely weak combat power and slow movements. An ordinary human soldier could easily kill 5 of them.
The only advantage these undead have is that they are not afraid of death. After all, they have already died once.
A large number of undead warriors held up rusty steel knives and shields and attacked Elos with clicking steps.
These undead are too weak, and they are far different from the high-level undead warriors who sneak attack in the fog.
The broken stars swept across, and several undead souls were turned into bones and dregs on the ground. Another swipe, and several undead souls were turned into powder.
It's just that there are too many undead in this place, tens of thousands of them.
Elos closed his eyes and tried hard to feel his own power. He called out the true name of "Azazel" and his whole body seemed to be motionless like a monk in trance.
When the steel knife in the hand of the undead warrior in the front row almost hit Ilosu's head,
He looked at the sword with anger, black and purple cold light erupted from his eyes, and his whole body was covered with light black and transparent purgatory fighting spirit. At this moment, he was like the incarnation of the devil king.
The black vindictive flame spread silently and rapidly around Iloth, clearing the area in an instant.
As soon as the surrounding undead came into contact with the black flames, they were all turned into ashes. Then the black fire grew rapidly as if it had absorbed enough nutrients, and continued to spread to the surrounding area in a wider range, until there were no undead left.
Countless transcended souls flowed into Iloth's body like a dragon sucking water.
When the last soul was sucked in, Elos actually burped. These souls were no less than the undead dragon.
If the quantity is large enough, the quality advantage can be offset.
In a mountain outside the swamp, in a tomb in an abandoned and gloomy old castle, a hoarse and inhuman voice roared:
"My little baby!!! This damn intruder, the lackey of the God of Light!"
The dark fog condensed into a figure, hollow but burning blue soul fire, wearing a tattered robe that was once extremely luxurious, exuding the breath of death.
It is the lich who controls the undead behind the scenes.
This lich has just awakened from its slumber.
While he was sleeping, he suddenly felt the death of his right-hand man, the undead dragon. What was even more strange was that his soul had also been transcended and could no longer be summoned.
After losing an undead dragon, all the undead warriors summoned with thousands of souls were purified. How could he not be shocked and angry?
I was so shocked that I was in a period of weakness. Could it be that the Holy Church was knocking on my door?
What makes him angry is that all the souls he has worked so hard to accumulate are lost. How dare he go to the human empire to harvest souls now that he is so weak? He really needs one less soul.
This lich is named Les Frostwhisper, and he has lived for more than 300 years. During his lifetime, he was the vice president of the Xirel Empire Magic Association and a legendary mage.
During a space teleportation, his magic power went out of control, and his body was rolled into pieces by a space storm. His soul escaped by chance, and he, who was secretly studying undead magic, was reincarnated into a lich.
After becoming a lich, in order to maintain his powerful magic power and continue to conduct research on necromancy, he summoned an army of undead and massacred tens of thousands of civilians in several towns. He was jointly encircled and suppressed by the Xirel Empire and the Holy Church.
Even though he was severely beaten due to his powerful strength, he still broke through the siege of the Sirel Mage Association and the Religious Inquisition, and escaped into the swamps of the Central Mountains.
Here, he killed a legendary blue dragon, Sapphiron, through a sneak attack and transformed it into an undead dragon, retaining the legendary strength he had during his lifetime.
So far, there is no longer the blue dragon Sapphiron in the world, only the undead dragon Sapphiron.
Over the next 200 years, he continued to study undead magic and achieved substantial results. Just when he was confidently preparing to leave the mountain, he was unlucky enough to meet the enemy of his life.