"I'm not sure, but I can probably guess a little, the only thing that can cause this kind of situation is probably necromancy, but I don't know if it's the real people from the undead world who came, or some necromancers in this world who joined the Dark Holy See. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" Director Sean said.

If Director Sean's conjecture is true, I'd prefer the latter. As a "traitor" to the undead world, I am no longer willing to face any undead from the undead world. Because I'm afraid.

The undead are due to the sea of souls, so the memory basically will not disappear, and the identification between the undead and the undead does not depend on appearance but on soul fluctuations, even if the soul of an undead is strong, there are only a handful of top undead who can change their soul fluctuations, at least I haven't seen it so far.

So basically when an undead is able to remember the soul fluctuations of another undead, it means that he will basically always be able to recognize an undead.

Last time, at least countless undead in the cause saw me standing in the human camp, whether it was the Frost Breath Bone Dragon, those silver skeleton generals, or even the Golden Skull Battle, as long as I returned to the undead world and released a little soul fluctuation, I could use countless undead to spread my characteristics to all parts of the undead world.

Every race in every world hates traitors, and the undead don't have a strong sense of belonging, but the race with a strong self-classification is naturally even greater. Maybe I'm thinking too much about myself, but I can't rule it out anyway.

I looked at the desolate land in front of me, wondering if Director Sean's desperate gamble this time would end here.

Director Sean looked at it for a while and then turned around and went back, and Mister, as a personal guard, naturally had to go back with him. He went to a military intelligence meeting, and Mister and I waited for his return in his personal tent.

As a result, he didn't wait for Director Sean to return, but ushered in the arrival of a group of undead. A small number of undead rushed into the camp from the flank, and although they were quickly wiped out, we were already at a disadvantage at this time.

These undead only serve as eyes, and after the soul is connected to the high-level undead, they rush into our camp, just to pass on our situation to the high-level undead with the help of their eyes. This is the information I found directly with soul searching after catching an undead who rushed to us.

At this time, the best strategy is to retreat, or to set up camp in a farther place, but I cannot directly decide on this situation, and it should be because I cannot explain the source of the information I have obtained.

So after thinking about it, forget it, even if this group of humans dies, they won't blame me, and it won't affect me in the slightest. So I told General Mister, according to the habit of the undead, that there would be a medium-sized sneak attack tonight to determine the specific strength of our group, and to play a role in disturbing the rest of humanity.

So there was a large number of undead rushing over at night, and then they were quickly destroyed. After a while, another large number of undead rushed over, and then they were destroyed again, and after repeating this many times, the day dawned.

Immediately after that, we received the order, and all the men took a quick rest for the morning, and in the afternoon prepared to attack the Dark Holy City. I immediately felt that there was something wrong with the head of the person who gave the order. With so many undead in one night, it was obvious that they weren't necromancers.

This kind of thing can only be done by high-level undead from the undead realm, and there should be a spatial passage to the undead realm nearby, and if you can guess this kind of thing, you still attack it, you just don't think you die fast enough.

No matter how strong a human army is, it is impossible to win a war against the undead without those special armor and numerical superiority. Even the Holy See of Light, which claims to be dedicated to restraining the undead, is only asking for its own death by attacking in this situation.

Besides, the Holy See of Light is not really able to restrain the undead, they just have some weakening effect on the undead, and what really has a restraining effect on the undead is the Cult of the God of Life that has been disposed of as a heretic by the Holy See of Light. Life is the nemesis of the undead.

It's a pity that humans themselves have wiped out their own tools, and as a result, they are so scrambling every time they face the undead.

My thoughts were not to be heard, so in the afternoon we prepared for the Dark Holy City. All the way through was full of desolation, and as we advanced, I could feel the breath of the undead getting stronger and stronger, and when we walked before we walked to the Dark Holy City, it was no longer the breath of the undead. It's a huge pressure from the strong - the Golden Skull Warlord.

Because I've seen it before, I can recognize it as the Golden Skull Warlord's rank, and he is in this familiar city in front of me, without showing his face, without sending any message, and just by relying on his soul coercion, he can intimidate this large area of humanity.

The Dark Holy City had now become a real city, and in the past few days, the city, which had been so dilapidated that it was almost impossible to survive, had now been recast with high walls, and countless hideous bone spurs were paved on the road to the city walls.

The black swamp, wandering witches and zombies, all indicate the belonging of this city, it seems that it should be called the Holy City of the Undead, no matter how you look at it, the city is occupied by the undead, are the people of the Dark Holy See inside all killed?

As I pondered the question, we heard the trumpet of the whole army attacking, and countless golden and white lights began to light up in the armies of the Holy See of Light, and so many applications of the power of Light even gave rise to the sound of chants.

Hearing this chant, the group of undead ran violently like suddenly boiling water, as if rushing here. Then it was wiped out by countless humans who were blessed with the power of light, and their IQ was the hard wound of these low-level undead.

In the face of this ever-increasing loss, the Golden Skull Warlord in the Dark Holy City did not take any action, just like a viewer sitting on a high platform and watching a play, and the death of the characters in the play would not have any effect on him.

At first, it was easy for the humans of the Holy See of Light to kill the dead, but as the number of undead gradually increased, these human armies became more and more difficult. Mistre is extremely brilliant in this war that is not a war, and mages live for war, and only in such a large-scale war can the power of these large-scale destructive magic of mages be fully displayed.

But after Mister had cast some magic, I told her to come down from the sky and save some magic.