The power that countless necromancers gathered together was that basically everything that could be seen and could be seen would be killed by their spiritual concentration in an instant, such a thing was simply too simple for a river of necromancers. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this way, there will be no undead to stop them along the way, even if some small lords gather together, there is basically no opponent for them, but they are certainly able to maintain their mystery, but it is only a matter of time before such a huge scale of souls concentrate high-level undead and kings to find out, so I guess they are really in a hurry, and they will arrive at their destination before the kings come.

I'm barely half a king's strength now, so when I flew over, their mental power couldn't keep up with me, so they didn't kill me, and now they have the entire camp starting to speed up, which can be regarded as confirming my conjecture.

I didn't choose to follow them, most of the undead would basically choose to follow them like this, how could cunning humans not feel it, their biggest possibility was that there were some culling teams in the back to finish and break off, so I chose to walk parallel to them.

We restrained our breath, and followed the river of necromancers on their side, countless necromancers were floating in the sky, and the speed was still quite fast, I was actually very interested in the leading necromancer, in fact, I wanted to see if the old lich Liegust Stone was leading the way, because although there are several lichs in the human world, it seems that only Liegust Stone is the most famous.

Moreover, all the actions of An Ling and the Dragonnightmare also made me see clearly that the identity of the old lich Grim Guston is definitely not as simple as a lich. But the leader disappointed me, the necromancer at the front is just the most ordinary soul, so it means that the real leader must be hidden somewhere in the team? It's really cautious enough.

In the face of such a situation, we can only follow them, all the walking paths are within the range of my soul sea that has been explored, so I wonder what I am going to do, and when I go in this direction, I will soon be able to meet a relatively large tribe of death knights, and the death knights of that tribe have some trouble with us.

They didn't end up flattening the Death Knight's tribe, and I wasn't in the mood to care about their tribe anymore. We were separated from the special part by a small hill, and now they were stuck in front of a black hill and did not move.

At this time, I can feel that the feeling that summons me slowly appears again, and this has happened here before, so this is what I am most puzzled about, because I have also gone up that hill, and there is no sense of calling me on it, isn't what they are looking for that that summons me?

The river of necromancers behind slowly dispersed, and countless necromancers wrapped half of the mountainside, at this time I finally saw a more gorgeously dressed necromancer walking around from time to time in the crowd, human beings only have this one problem, that is, they can always reveal the core, of course, at this time, it is basically the person who can directly determine that he is the leader.

As for the reason, it is that even if a trap is set now, it doesn't make any sense. The undead will only charge and fight, and there will never be such an idea as capturing the thief and capturing the king first, since they are necromancers who capture the undead as a business, then they will definitely understand this truth.

The leading necromancer walked and stopped, and from time to time sat down to meditate for a while, and it took nearly two days to finally descend the hill. A large number of undead followed him down, and at this time the scene on the mountain became clear, and some souls were left on the mountain, and they were now standing motionless.

At this time, the group of necromancers suddenly began to chant some ancient incantations, and although I could understand some of them, I still didn't understand what most of them were chanting, but I knew that they were magic spells, because from that mountain slowly began to emanate colorful magical breaths.

I never imagined that there would be such a scene, even if it was destroyed before, I would not have imagined that there was such a thing as magic breath in the undead world where there was only the breath of death, and after these magic breaths appeared, the undead breath did not devour them, it seems that the undead breath is still very friendly to these magic breaths, because countless undead breaths are converging in this direction, and they are beginning to transform into magic breaths.

Every necromancer on the mountain began to chant a high tune with his soul at this time, and the subdued voice sounded like it began to resonate with the mountain in my eyes, and at this time, the red moon that had been hanging in the sky and never disappeared suddenly became dark, and the entire undead world lost this light and instantly became dark. But that doesn't affect our vision in the slightest. With this resonance, the bodies of the necromancers on the mountain now began to melt gradually, and soon melted into a place beneath their feet.

In the place where they stood, at this time were all white points of light, and the countless points of light began to spread out to both sides of the two white rays, and in a moment, the countless points of light were all connected by the light, and at this time I could see clearly, these dense points of light, forming a circle of circular stripes, surrounded by each other, and the center was pointing in one direction, that is, where the red moon was before.

The red moon, which was originally pitch black, suddenly appeared at this time, and when it reappeared, it was no longer a red moon, but a silver-white moonlight like the human world. The undead world has never been so bright, and at this moment, the entire undead world began to shake, and I heard two soul roars, one was Skeletron, and the other was supposed to be the undead monarch.

A huge beam of silver-white moonlight shone straight on the mountain, the originally rugged mountain at this time began to spontaneously sleek, countless mountain stones automatically made up towards the white ring, not long after, the whole mountain disappeared, in the moonlight only left a slanted giant stone slab facing the moon.

At this time, a black light suddenly came from the silver moon, shooting straight at the center of the stone slab. After receiving such light, the slate began to rotate slowly, and began to gradually stand upright as it rotated.

An infinite amount of green streaks appeared on the stone slab, and the entire stone slab shattered with a vibration from above the moon that affected the entire undead realm.