The undead live broadcast was also rarely discouraged this time... He had obviously fixed his recording tool somewhere, and did not intend to follow the worm mage with the fearless spirit of the paparazzi.
So what was always facing the giant screen was the old snow dog who... it was hard to believe that he could still be so agile... and he took out the carriage and hid in it.
But no one can blame him... It is the commander's bounden duty to avoid attacks specifically targeting him on the battlefield... After the Worm Mage judged the importance of 'Snow Cloud Peak', he kept firing at him.
Maggots.
[To be honest, I have been reading books recently to catch up on updates, switch sources, read aloud with many sounds, and it is available on both Android and Apple.]
Although most of them can be blocked by the shield wall, the skills of the defensive knights also have CDs. When they switch skills, there will always be some fish that slip through the net and rush in.
Fortunately, the worm mage only had a small amount of brain capacity left, so all the maggots were heading towards Old Snow Dog... If he didn't get into the carriage, he would really have maggots on his head.
'Snow Old Dog' gnashed his teeth and cursed angrily: "Aunts of the light system! If you don't dare to look at the spell cast in front of you, can you save your poor commander now? I've become a bait now, can you come here?
A life-saving light?
If you don’t fight me, you still have to observe the battlefield!”
After he finished yelling, beams of light finally appeared around his carriage... It was obvious that these girls were just throwing them in the direction of the carriage... But as long as there were enough people, someone would catch the dead mouse.
It is estimated that 'Xueyunfeng' has never been so radiant in his life. When he emerged from the top of the carriage holding the oil painting, his ice-blue hair was shining, and even his white robe seemed to be dusted with diamond dust.
Fran couldn't help but glance at Hill: "Can this oil painting work?"
Hill looked at it for a few times before calmly telling Fran: "The oil painting was later promoted... Now it has been blessed by the three gods of the sun, moon and earth, and the small oil paintings that have been separated are all semi-artifact level.
According to Toril's algorithm, it can be regarded as an artifact. If it is a level 30 monster, it can still be effective.
It can only be used once every seven days, but if he uses it now, there will be one less life-saving thing."
Fran couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth: "For the undead, annihilation is better than now, right? Two-thirds of the people now lower their heads and throw spells from the longest distance... Fortunately, they still know
Control distance.”
Hill smiled silently. In fact, of course not only the worm mage was flying around on the battlefield now, but also a large number of level 20 stone blind barbarians who were also trying to wave their big sticks at the undead.
But although the undead's crazy throwing spells didn't hurt the terrifying-looking monster, the stone blind barbarians were really killed a lot. Even though these almost irrational guys were still charging madly... it was obvious that they had been killed by that monster.
The Worm Mage is completely under control.
Their brains, which are very suitable for mind flayer control, can of course be easily controlled by worm mages who still have some mage abilities... Just like other mages, it's not that they can't do it, it's just that no one wants to.
When they offered their own kind to the mind flayer master, they carried the deepest curse of humanity with them.
It is impossible for this battle to have a second ending, but for the undead, the longer time drags on, the more likely they are to collapse.
Hill was suddenly stunned for a moment, and realized one thing... William only shields blood and evil, but doesn't he plan to shield the undead from disgusting things?
Is this guy trying to take revenge on the undead for the curses they have been hurling over the past few years?
Hill tilted his head, put his fist in front of his mouth and smiled. This really exposed his petty revenge!
Then Hill decided to let this matter go for the time being. After all, the most important question now is... can the "Xueyun Peak" who is holding the oil painting, staring at the worm mage flying around with an ashen face, be able to aim at it at once?
They can now have spells that lock onto enemies.
Although the spell 'Scorching Glory' is indeed a regional attack... there is still a slight difference between the center area and the edge of the spell... As long as he is not killed at once... well... how should I put it, the stone blind barbarians are
This humanoid race has lost its humanity, but its ability to create garbage is still the same, and it may even be everywhere... In other words, if he escapes, he may reappear soon.
Why can only an absolutely evil mage become such a thing? Haha, only a cold-blooded scum who can attack himself can do such a terrible thing... Even a mage with some self-respect can't do it.
Therefore, any mages who see this thing will feel sincerely disgusted, even those necromancers who have lost their emotions and have no feeling for dirt... This tells them that they are still human.
'Xueyunfeng' probably also knew how good his accuracy was, so after taking aim for a while, he shouted loudly: "Where's Yuluo! Where's the ink pen! Why are you still standing there? I really want to hit it by myself."
ah?"
He glanced behind him angrily, and then said viciously: "Mobi! Where are you hiding? You'd be embarrassed to hide behind the little girl!"
For the first time, Mo Bi's always gentle and gentle voice made people hear such a huge panic: "Yuluo! Brother! Dear good brother! As long as you take action...Aglaia Bistro will give you dinner for a month! For two people
of!"
Hill couldn't help laughing: Playboy's first reaction when encountering a crisis is really unique!
A black-robed mage silently walked out of Black Rose's formation, and went straight to the carriage of "Xueyun Peak" with a livid face, cursing the other two people in a low voice.
From the fact that most of the sentences are blocked, you can see how angry "Yu Luofen Chen" is.
Hill estimated that 'Xueyun Peak' would only call them for help. They were probably the people in the command team in their alliance. Only three of them were magic professions... There might also be female spell casters, but the old dog
Not that shameless...but if he really had to, he wouldn't be able to call his aunts for help.
But the ink pen is obviously worn out... Playboy has always stood in front of girls to show his heroic spirit, which can make him give up his image and cower behind a group of girls. This shows how disgusting the scene is.
How big a blow he was.
So 'Yuluo Fanchen' probably knew after looking around for a while that he had to take action... Although that thing was really disgusting, the Black Rose's formation was indeed the most stable... After all, it was the one who was attacked.
A family that has been baptized in the quagmire for several years.
But that didn't mean he was willing, so when he got out of the carriage, he said almost viciously: "Old dog, it's time for you to practice your skills! I must be a very good teacher, don't worry!"
'Xueyunfeng' hesitated to speak. At this time, he didn't dare to say any witty words to make Yu frustrated... but this was the only life-saving straw.
He held the oil painting in his hands and handed it to Yuluo, showing a sincere smile: "Please, Yuluo."
Then he quickly slid down: "Your merit points are also calculated three times."
'Yuluo Fanchen''s cheeks moved obviously, but he still swallowed the curse that had reached his lips, holding the oil painting and looking forward resolutely.
Although only half an hour has passed, the defense knights who have been shouting whether they have been suffering for three days are about to be unable to endure it any longer. He must hurry up.
He stared at the yellow, sticky, maggot-exploded monster for five minutes before he found the best opportunity: the guy seemed to have consumed too much, so he wanted to use maggots to bite the monster that had already been eaten.
The dead Stoneblind Barbarians... Although the Undead tribe had few light mages, they also caused a lot of damage to them.
The less than 100 light magicians were surrounded by defensive knights holding shields, and they kept releasing sunlight beams. Although they had to squat down to collect their emotions in less than a minute, at least there were always people attacking that person.
Worm Mage.
But this also means that the Worm Mage will never stay in a certain place for more than 30 seconds, even if he is replenishing his power... Anyway, it can let the maggots on his body eat the meat of those barbarians.
But to recover these maggots that have absorbed a lot of flesh and blood, you have to stay there for a while, because they can no longer fly.
Yuluo probably observed and understood the monster's movements, so he took action in time: the beam of light hit the Worm Mage directly, and then splashed in all directions.
An extremely unpleasant scream instantly pierced through the giant screen... Everyone who heard it seemed to have been shaken to their very souls.
The goblins in the study suddenly started vomiting again, this time not because their eyes saw something disgusting, but because their overly sensitive nerves felt the evil in the voice.
Hill frowned: This is the wail that only appears when the soul is completely annihilated.
Once the Worm Mage dies, not even the dregs of his soul will be left behind, and the maggot lairs of hell don't need this thing's soul to produce little lemures.
No one will sympathize with this creature.
However, the undead defense knights began to scream again: "Set fire! Wall of fire! Burn! Help!"
Hill suddenly realized... When a Worm Mage dies, the maggots and worms that make up its body will lose their sentience and turn into harmless bugs... And the evil ones are the souls that control them, not them.
Own.
The Scorching Glory spell is only effective against evil, leaving only endless and uncontrollable bugs on the battlefield.
Hill quickly lowered his head. For someone with a bit of mysophobia, this would be a disaster.
However, for the undead, as long as the defending knights are willing to take the risk of being burned to death, this matter will end quite quickly.
So soon Hill heard the voice of Old Snow Dog: "Okay... march to the camp ahead! Fire magicians, please burn it inch by inch. Earth magicians, please dig three feet into the ground!"