Mortal beings possess a powerful power that rivals or even surpasses the gods, and as appalling as it may be, it is not without precedent in the new world.

Some of the long-lived old immortal dragons were pulled out of the lair directly, and it is estimated that their combat power will be more perverted than many existing gods, not that these ancient dragons can spray a few gods to death in one breath, under the premise of a one-on-one fair duel, the ancient dragons can guarantee a safe victory against most of the gods. Among the lords and lords of the Abyss and Hell, there is no shortage of those who can wrestle with the gods, and the few arcanists who have succeeded in becoming gods with their own power can proudly claim infinite glory. However, there had never been before, and never since, a professional bull had gone out to completely destroy a god system, and if it weren't for the destruction of the magic card master by the curse of the Aragami, mortals would not have been able to imagine how this dream-like scene could have happened.

The secret magic society formed by fellow practitioners of the legal system, the hermitage is faced with the great achievements created by their predecessors, and they have a deeper understanding and complex feelings than other outsiders, saying that they are not interested in the secrets of the magic card master, which is so false that even nursing children do not believe it.

The secrecy of the professional inheritance of the magic card master is too perverted, and their protection of their own secrets is also impenetrable, after thousands of years of research and analysis, it has taken countless energy, and the latecomers have not been able to figure out where the magic card master is powerful.

In the confusion, the monastic has turned into the path of taking shortcuts, starting from gaining strength, it seems that there is nothing wrong with following this!

The reason why the Magicians are so powerful that they have no friends is because they have made great strides along the frightening path of assimilation with the Laws, and the Retreats who are not allowed to enter simply twist things up, and the side effect of this is that they have flattened the abilities of the Magicians, and they only think that these seniors are nothing remarkable. Alas, in fact, if you calm down and think about it, if the magic card masters have a mobile turret with brute force, no matter how parallel the Aragami are, they will always find a chance to escape! Why do you want to lose both?

"Let's get started!"

At this moment, several lichs formed a circle in tacit agreement, and they raised their hands facing each other, and chanted long and tedious incantations in their mouths, like the cry of the undead in the graveyard in the middle of the night.

When it comes to the trick of "evoking the necromancy", it is undoubtedly the housekeeping skill of the hermitage, and the undead can no longer describe the manipulation of negative energy, which is no different from the instinct of human beings to maintain breathing.

The natural environment of the land of demon whispers is extremely harsh, and it has always been used by the Elven Federation to exile felons, and when there is too little manpower, they simply throw the alien prisoners of war and pirates captured in the war to serve hard labor, that is to work until death! It is conceivable that no one cares about the life or death of these unlucky miners when they are alive, and no one will come to collect the corpses when they die.

The successive elven governors all had the basic idea of exchanging the lives of miners for minerals, and those governors who had a slightly better heart always remembered to send someone to dig a grave to bury the corpse of the deceased, and when they met those with a bad temper, they directly asked someone to throw the corpse into a large pit in the suburbs, or stuff it into an abandoned mine, and at most it would be done by covering it with soil. This ancient mine with a history of thousands of years of development is counted on the fingers, and I don't know how many miners' bones and souls are buried under the cold and lonely land, and today I met the senior members of the hermit to create a strong negative energy field to forcibly arouse the necromancer, which is tantamount to pouring gasoline on a mountain of pyre and throwing torches, and it is normal for anything to happen, and it is called a ghost if nothing happens!

"Knowing the ...... of Soso"

Not only the well-known cemeteries and mass graves, but also the unlucky ghosts who were buried in the ground by the bones of the collapsed corpses, apparently also did not have the right to be dug up for a decent funeral, and at this moment they began to regain their vitality under the intense stimulation of negative energy, and came back to life in another way.

Seeing this scene, Luo Zhengdao sighed, looked at the elven governor and said:

"Your Excellency, you have to be prepared."

"Ready? What to prepare? ”

"Boom ......"

"Ahh My city is ruined! ”

With a violent tremor of the ground beneath his feet, the unique snow town in the distance sank into the ground, leaving only the top floors of a few buildings exposed, and even if it did not turn into ruins, the actual condition was certainly not much better. After witnessing the whole process of this super-large-scale sinking incident at close range, the shouts of the elven governor sounded a bit like a defeated dog, and unlike his uncontrollable excitement, Luo Zhengdao watched the movements of the hermit intently. Don't forget that there is a zero-sum competition between the Hermit Society and Luo Zhengdao, and whether or not he can kill these guys is an incidental need, and the goal of his trip is to capture the treasure map of the Blood Sea Overlord's Certificate.

Of course, if the Hermit Society had already found the evidence of the overlord of the Blood Sea somewhere, Luo Zhengdao would definitely not mind snatching it from the other party, compared to the importance of life and death in the previous major event, did the destruction and prosperity of the Land of Demon Whispers have a dime to do with him? If you love to die, you should die.

The elven governor was a lord who had seen the world, and after a wail, he realized that he had to do something so that he would not be speechless when he was held accountable by the Congress, and he shouted to his retinue with an angry expression:

"Fire! Order the battery to crush all these bones and slag for me. ”

"Tom ......"

At this time, as if stabbing an ant's nest, countless skeletons and zombies poured out of the ground, and they gathered into a tidal tide of necromancy in the mountains and seas, such a terrifying grand scene in the old world can only be seen in horror movies such as Resident Evil, regardless of the quality of individual soldiers, but the number and scale of this necromantic sea are already unbearable.

"Your Majesty, there are too many undead creatures, let's retreat to the port for the time being!"

How many families and how much combat power do the hermitages who have always been sneaky, and how many adventurers who are working hard in the Seven Seas, even if the news is closed, they will always hear about it more or less, and there is no impermeable wall under the sky!

Seeing these guys making such a big scene today, it must be a lie to say that they are not afraid, but compared to the possibility of dying on the battlefield themselves, the consequences of losing King Will Needham are undoubtedly a more severe loss. At this moment, his subordinates tried to change his mind, but Luo Zhengdao was determined to fight to the death with the hermitage society, and immediately shook his head and said:

“…… You go to the port, I can handle it myself. ”

"How can this be?"

Switching to a tall and burly silver-haired werewolf form on the spot, Luo Zhengdao held the black immortal scepter in his hand, with a murderous and fierce berserker posture.

Luo Zhengdao's domineering posture made the elf governor not far away look stunned for a while, he had never heard that this king had beast human blood, what was the origin of this situation in front of him? When the handsome elven old man remembered that he had heard of Will Needham's identity as a magic card master in the grapevine, and then contacted the magical effect of the magic that he had summoned a large number of soldiers and negated the legendary arcane, His Excellency the Doge's face became more and more gloomy. The harder the other party's roots, the higher the possibility that the mess that made today will be pushed to the head of the elven governor, for any bureaucracy, no matter who caused the trouble, it doesn't matter who causes the matter, who will bear the responsibility afterwards, this is the ontology!

As the so-called eating persimmons and picking up soft pinching, this kind of fucking problem is not only for human politicians, all intelligent races are fucking, crows fall on pigs, and no one laughs at anyone.

"Cowards will die of shame!"

Suddenly roared to boost morale, the hair on his whole body exploded, and Luo Zhengdao, the werewolf who looked like an electric shock, rushed forward with a black stick, leading the summons and undead creatures under his command to open the film.

In other words, this face is tantamount to a tiger entering a flock, the eighty-level brute battle is furious, and it crushes those little monsters who are less than ten levels all the way, what is it like for Luo Zhengdao to clean up these shoddy undead creatures at this time. The Immortal Scepter's demon-breaking ability was too rebellious, and the material was so hard that people gritted their teeth, and the members of the Retreat who stayed behind tried to use spells against Luo Zhengdao, but they were embarrassed to find that they couldn't do anything. The frequency of spell strikes can't keep up with Luo Zhengdao's brisk and swift footsteps, and then he will directly kill the inconspicuous black stick in his hand, or before the spell takes effect, the werewolf will take the first step out of the effective area of the spell kill, which is really a scourge to death!

The hermit watched as the werewolf Luo Zhengdao led the summons to sweep through their own army of necromancers, they couldn't stare like this, and a lich who couldn't lock on to his target said in a cold voice to his companions:

"Area bombing!"

Generally speaking, mages pursue the realm of practice makes perfect, expanding limited spells into infinite possibilities, which is the art of spellcasting that Arcanists are proud of. When they appear on the battlefield of thousands of troops, the mages will immediately find that their situation is more embarrassing, and the effective casting distance is a big hole!

It doesn't have to be compared with long-range firepower such as artillery, it's all tears and fire. Most of the old flintlock muskets equipped with gunners had an effective range of about 150 yards, and the range of low-level arcane was not much farther than that, and the newer rifles with metal fixed ammunition could easily crush the former. Although the members of the Hermitage are not a bunch of rookies, and super-magic specialties such as what spells are extremely effective, spell range extensions, and material-free spells must have been thoroughly studied in the morning, the problem is that it is too difficult to accurately lock on to a single target that moves at high speed and irregularly at a distance of five hundred yards or even more.

A more realistic and feasible alternative can only be to sacrifice the efficiency of the strike in exchange for a higher probability of hitting, in a word, firepower is always the first decisive factor on the battlefield. The so-called big is beautiful, more is good, and simple and rough is sometimes a kind of art.

Obviously, the Retreat had no shortage of practical experience in this area, and the lichs had decided to use Shadow Ray and Death Ray spells in a unified manner to avoid interfering with each other.

"Boom, boom—"

Countless rays of light of different colors came from far and near, and the density of this wave of long-range spell strikes was unprecedentedly terrifying, and Luo Zhengdao, the werewolf holding the immortal scepter, also felt unbearable, and under the sudden increase in threat, he didn't even have time to parry and block, and was forced to jump up and down to dodge like a monkey.

When there was really no way to dodge, Luo Zhengdao suddenly shouted and said:

"Activate - Immortal Shield!"