But any mage will have a mage tower, or dream of owning a mage tower.

Of course, any class, even the mysterious and powerful mages in the eyes of ordinary people, will be divided into three, six, nine and so on, and only the handful standing at the top of the pyramid can realize this dream.

The strong take all, and the weak can only look up, which is especially obvious in the transcendent world.

And the role of the Mage Tower does not need to be introduced too much, this is a proof of the strength of a strong ** division, as well as the crystallization of wisdom, it is their residence, research room, fortress, and even a powerful weapon.

A mage who stays in his own mage tower, able to defend against enemies who are several times stronger than himself without falling behind, can be said to be the safest place in the world in the mind of a mage.

But now, standing on the high platform of the Mage Tower overlooking the city, Spin only felt that his hands and feet were all cold, and even penetrated into the bottom of his heart.

Of course, he knew that this was just his own delusion, because since the day he became a necromancer, his body had been completely cold, even lower than the temperature of the dead, which was a side effect of the undead magic flowing through their bodies.

Necromancers are not dead, but they are not living either, and in their quest for great power, they abandon the senses, enjoyment, and most of the emotions of humanity, which gives them a great ability to focus, and to endure the loneliness, pain, and darkness that comes with being undead.

There are no side effects at all to gain any power, so when the blood mage appears and rises, most necromancers are left with only naked jealousy except for instinctive hatred and hostility.

In their quest for power, they endured great pain, transforming themselves from living humans into the living dead, and from then on they were alone with corpse death, while the Blood Mage was able to maintain his human form, enjoy food and wine, and even have children, almost no different from ordinary people!

In comparison, it is simply a winner in life!

This is also the reason why the blood mage is still inherited despite being hunted down by all the necromancers, if there is a choice, who doesn't want to have great power and enjoy life at the same time, but instead run to deal with those skeleton corpses?

But even so, Spin is extremely convinced that in the end, those rat-like blood mages will eventually be exterminated by the necromancers, who have ruled this world for an unknown number of years, and the once powerful blood god has only ended up in a fall?

At this moment, however, Spen's unwavering faith was shaken, for there was now a dense crowd of tens of thousands of staggering figures under his mage tower, each of their eyes red, their canine teeth protruding from their lips, and muffled sounds coming from their throats, so close to each other that there was hardly a gap in sight.

And at the feet of the crowd, there are still some bones of Bai Sensen, trampled by them, and now they have become bone meal.

It was a group of skeleton warriors who were previously controlled by Spin to rush out, in the past, these bones that were not afraid of death could bring boundless fear to people, and it only took dozens to break through the line of hundreds of people, but in front of Spinn's eyes, these skeleton warriors who rushed out were overwhelmed by the crowd before they waved the weapons in their hands, and they couldn't even stir up a wave.

Being able to rule over this city of tens of thousands of people, Spin is undoubtedly powerful, and there are hundreds of undead servants in the Mage Tower, and when combined with each other, it is an incomparably powerful army!

But how many enemies did they face?

How many people are there in the whole city, and now there are so many enemies in front of him!

This terrible catastrophe came very quickly, and the speed was even more unexpected, almost as soon as Spin got out of the laboratory, after receiving the news, the whole city was in turmoil, and some well-informed people tried to escape, only to find in despair that all the city gates had been closed.

It was clear that this was a well-planned and premeditated attack!

And the enemy except those blood mages, Spin could not think of a second one.

In just half a day, a city with tens of thousands of inhabitants was destroyed in front of his eyes, and by the time Spin finally understood the seriousness of the matter and tried to leave, he couldn't leave.

Of course, he still has some minions with the ability to fly, but that means he has to give up most of his minions, as well as the carefully built mage tower, and most importantly, the blood mage who caused this disaster is still hidden and has not been revealed.

Without minions, in terms of combat ability alone, blood mages are higher than necromancers, so Spin would rather stick to his mage tower than risk his own chance of successfully escaping.

Crunch!

All sorts of terrifying voices were already ringing around the tower, it was the zombies who were surrounding them using their fingernails and even teeth to destroy the appearance of the tower, and Spin was not worried, if he could bite through the tower with his teeth alone, the necromancer would have perished long ago.

But standing at his height, he could see an endless stream of zombies coming out of all corners of the city, like waves on the beach, one after another, and his mage tower was a lonely boat in the sea, which could be submerged at any time.

If it had been before, Spin would have looked at all this with admiration, because all the people in the city, no matter what they thought of themselves, were in Spin's eyes his own property, a rich resource that could be regenerated, and he spent great efforts to gather these people together and provide shelter, not for the sake of the reverence of these humans, but for their corpses.

However, now, even the necromancer who lacks emotion has the feeling of chill for the first time, watching some red-eyed zombies lying on the ground and gnawing on the mage tower, and then the corpses behind them swarmed over and trampled on their backs and bodies, layer after layer, using ** to build an upward slope.

This spectacular scene of ants gnawing on elephants, in which everyone plays an insignificant role, a steady stream of zombies rushed up, and then were trampled under the feet of others, and the zombies at the bottom had even been squeezed into minced meat, and sticky flesh flowed out of the cracks......

It can't go on like this!

Spin was determined to make a last stand, and suddenly the entire mage tower was like a hedgehog, growing countless sharp bone spurs in a circle, wrapping around the surface of the mage tower like pale roses, and then the door of the mage tower opened, and countless silent undead minions rushed out waving weapons.

Carefully selected, the skeleton warriors with thick skeletons led the way, and there were hundreds of them, like white foam that appeared at low tide, stirring up only a round of flesh and blood, and then they were drowned by more zombies with their bodies, dismantled by countless arms and teeth, and turned into parts or bone slag.

The death knight, riding the undead war horse and full of armor, let out a final cry, and also charged towards the corpses, but he didn't even raise his speed, and even the people and horses were drowned......

The ground around the mage tower sank, and several huge elephant-like necromantic beasts went on a rampage, leaving a trail of flesh and blood on the ground, and finally failed to break out of the corpse tide, but were swarmed by the zombies who rose from front to back, and the bones were gone.

Wearing tattered long dresses and rotten cheeks, ordinary banshees are even more unbearable, their terrifying faces, piercing voices, and fluttering speed are completely useless, and the effect is not as good as that of skeleton warriors.

In the end, the entire mage tower was completely submerged by the corpse tide, leaving no gaps, and the necromantic wyvern that took off at the last moment was simply pulled down from the air by countless arms, and then wrapped into a ball of corpses, and there was no sound again.

In the face of absolute numerical superiority, the necromancer, who was once the best at drowning the enemy with numbers, also tasted this cruelty for the first time.