The moment Moran broke open the tent, he put his hand to his mouth and let out a loud whistle.

This is the voice that has successfully rescued people and is ready to evacuate.

Armed with a water-summoning sword and clad in jellyfish armor, Hairaj rushed into the battlefield and retreated with Philola, taking all the soldiers and fishmen by surprise.

Masik scurried out of the shadows with Maria on his back and leaped over the pass.

By the time the archers standing on the hill reacted and fired their arrows, Masik had already flown some distance.

Moran swished in front and Wolf in behind, and within a few steps, the two of them had already pulled away a considerable distance.

In the distance, Seronias saw this scene in his eyes, and backhanded, a deadwood cane was held in his hand, and the deadwood like a ghost's claw was holding a cloudy purple-black crystal ball, and the distorted faces of the undead were faintly seen inside.

[Staff of the Dead] is a second-order natal artifact that can imprison the soul in it to increase the strength of undead magic.

"It's time. Thronias grabbed the staff and slammed the ground.

I saw that the ground over there lit up with purple-black magic circles one after another, and countless skeleton soldiers crawled out of it.

This is a genuine undead summoning formation, far from being comparable to Mo Lan's half-hung son at the beginning.

In just an instant, she was surrounded by skeletal soldiers.

Thronias's face was as dark as water, and he had a premonition that this matter would not be simple, so he drew a few simple undead summoning arrays as backups.

He never imagined that these things would actually work.

Seronias began to feel sorry for the mana he had consumed, just one Nether Hand would take a day and a night, how long would it take him to recover these summoning arrays?

Of course, his concerns are limited to that.

The battlefield instantly became cold and cold, and no one had ever seen such a scene, and even stopped fighting for a while, looking this way.

However, these skeletons did not know what to expect, and picked up all kinds of worn-out weapons in their hands and threw them at Moran.

And it wasn't just the skeleton soldiers who were summoned, there were a large number of skeleton archers among them, some of them aimed at Moran, while the other part saw Maxi and others in the sky as targets.

The formation in front of him Moran has no doubt that it is the ghost of Thoronias, and the only person who uses that evil formation is the necromancer.

"Roaring ——!"

Moran let out an astonishing roar that belonged to a zombie resounded through the sky.

All the skeleton soldiers stopped moving instantly.

They understand the meaning of the roar.

"Stop!"

The lower ones succumbed to instinctive fear and complied.

Stand still, like a skeletal specimen hanging in a teaching lab.

But the roar was indiscriminate and terrifying, and Masik felt only a blow to his head, followed by an indescribable fear, and his wings lost their strength and staggered to the ground.

Moran was slightly taken aback, she tried to add a trace of the power of the dragon vein to her roar, and this effect exceeded her expectations.

Moran took the opportunity to rush over, rudely waking up Masik and shoving old Bennett into his arms.

"Run!

Masik wanted to say something, but chose to remain silent.

Since you have chosen to believe in all or nothing, then believe it to the end!

In the words of old Bennett's mantra, it is-

it!

When Moran entered the undead array, the ten-fingered blades that popped out, and the skeleton archers one by one, everyone realized that this battle was far from over.

Hyraj and Philora regretted that they had missed the best opportunity to escape, but they really didn't react to the roar at that time.

Thronias re-ordered, and all the skeletal soldiers regained their movement and entered the battle.

Many of the skeleton archers immediately aimed at the re-flying Masik, but before their arrows could fly out, Moran's throwing knife came to him in the blink of an eye, shattering one white bone skull after another.

Seronias wanted to do it again.

Nether Hand.

A ghost's claw rises from the ground and heads straight for Masik.

【Jump Slash】

With the help of the strength of the bone giant sword, Moran stepped on the sword body, and the power of the dragon vein exploded, and the blade sliced the ghost claws from top to bottom.

The ghost claws turned into twelve tentacles and disappeared with a bang.

Thronias could only watch as his prey flew away.

General Wolf rushed to Moran in a clumsy manner.

But after just a few moves, he was defeated, and the beast-like agility and attack method were unguardable.

The blade pierced through his chest, dying.

Although both are first-order, their strength is really incomparable.

The other skeletal soldiers swarmed up and scrambled to attack. And a few of the sharp-eyed soldiers dragged their general back from the brink of death, desperately dragging him back into the eyes of Thronias.

They believe that this adult is omnipotent, and there must be a way to cure it.

Theronias stared at the two battlefields with resentful eyes.

The pig-headed monster and a boy with two magic weapons were fighting side by side, and none of the soldiers and mercenaries around them were their opponents.

The two of them were overwhelmed, seriously wounding the enemy one after another.

The mercenaries said they were here to help, but their best boss was wandering among the flowers at this time, and he couldn't think about it. It was only a slightly more powerful deputy who came, and he was quickly overtaken by the two people who were aware of it, and fell together with those miscellaneous soldiers who didn't know life and death.

On the other side, there is a female snitch who unilaterally slaughtered the skeletal soldiers.

Thronias felt a surge of pure mana from this man, and she was able to apply it flexibly to her attacks.

He was puzzled, in terms of the power of mana, it was not at all up to the level of a magic apprentice, but in terms of purity and control of mana, it had already surpassed that of an acquired martial artist.

And......

The magic she uses is also strange.

- They can't be allowed to escape.

Thronias only had this thought in his mind, and looked at the general who was dragged over by the soldiers, his strength was in the middle stage of the acquired martial arts, that is, the middle of the first order in Moran's mouth.

The red-bearded Wolfel was dying, looking at Seronias with a thirsty gaze.

But the latter laughed.

"It's a good material. ”

An intricately patterned dagger slipped out of Thronias' cuff and stabbed Wolf in the heart, delivering a fatal blow.

The surrounding soldiers looked at Theronias in confusion, fearful.

Thronias pulled out his dagger and dripped the blood on it onto the crystal ball of the Staff of the Dead.

At that moment, the crystal ball erupted with red light.

"Agvieri, the great god of death who controls nothingness and eternal sleep......"

With a lengthy spell, the corpse began to unleash mutations.