No surprises!

By the time the army of the undead had built its first line of defense, the wraiths appeared on the snowy horizon.

Of course, since their numbers were relatively scarce, the living corpses that rushed to the front were those who exuded a faint aura of death from top to bottom.

And because the land of the extreme north is frozen all year round, the flesh on the living corpse has not rotted and deteriorated, at least most of it still retains the appearance of its former life, dense and endless, and I don't know whether it is tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

However, the number is not the most important factor for the warring parties, and what really determines the outcome of this war is who has the stronger control over the dead between the Night King and Shuma.

In less than ten minutes or so, the swarming living dead rushed towards the army of the undead, and started a great melee that the human world could never imagine.

There is no formation!

No need to command!

There is no so-called tactics!

Some don't even have a decent weapon in their hands, and rely entirely on the most primitive weapons such as hands and teeth to fight.

They seem to be beings made of pure energy, and use this energy to resurrect and control the dead. Shuma touched her chin and muttered to herself.

Although he is not very good at complex thinking, he can still feel the strange energy.

It's as if life has been twisted and manifested in a diametrically opposite situation.

Unlike the pure energy of death, the ghosts are obviously artificially created special beings, they do not even have the ability to reproduce themselves, and completely rely on energy transmission to change the situation of the essence of life, and constantly expand their own race.

Although it sounds lofty, the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, the power of the newborn strangers is far less than that of those old strangers who have lived for an unknown number of years, and it only takes one soul shock to kill them all.

"My lord, when are we going to activate the Death Circle?" the necromancer whispered as he leaned closer.

He wasn't even interested in taking a look at the all-out battle that broke out ahead, focusing all his attention on the magical ritual that was led by six death mages in the rear.

"Don't worry, wait, it's better to get the other side to throw in more troops. Also, let the meat grinder start throwing large pieces of obsidian, and I'll see how long the enemy commander can hold out. Shuma touched her chin and gave the battle order without thinking.

The biggest advantage of commanding the army of the undead is that you don't have to worry about the problem of soldiers at all, as long as you can win the war, the cannon fodder is basically as much as you want, especially when fighting with the living, but if you are not completely killed all at once, you can quickly become strong in a short period of time.

Squeak crunch crunch......

With the screeching sound of wood rubbing, a row of hundreds of meat grinders was pushed to the front line.

With the help of zombie slave laborers, stones weighing as much platinum were placed in designated positions, and then thrown in the form of a parabola to the rear of the enemy position.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every black stone that falls can kill pieces of unlucky people, whether they are living corpses or strange ghosts, they will all die.

After so many years of stationing near the ruins of the Valyrian civilization, Shuma has unearthed countless treasures that the world has been crazy about, and these black stones are just one of the vast number of Valyrian steel weapons that have been reforged.

Obsidian, also known as Dragon Crystal, is undoubtedly one of the deadliest nemesis of the Aliens, whether it is scratched on the skin or directly hit, the flesh and bones quickly melt away, turning into a puddle of icy liquid.

Sensing that their weakness had been discovered by their opponents, the Strangers suddenly became a little flustered, and nearly a third of them even kept retreating, trying to escape from the meat grinder's attack range, while controlling their living corpses to rush up to buy themselves time.

Looking at the dense crowd of cannon fodder, Shuma finally grinned and gave a hideous smile, and without looking back, he commanded: "What are you waiting for? ”

"Hey, hey, that's going to be pretty impressive. The necromancer smiled sinisterly, returned to his place, raised his hands and began to chant a jerky incantation.

In just a dozen seconds, the chaotic battlefield was suddenly shrouded in a layer of gray fog, and those undead who were originally dominated by death energy suddenly seemed to have overcome stimulants, whether it was strength, speed, agility, or reaction, they were greatly enhanced.

On the contrary, the living corpses controlled by the strange spirits began to twitch wildly uncontrollably, and after a while, the blue pupils in their eyes lost their light, and were replaced by a desperate aura of death, turning the spearhead to attack the strangers.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the real function of the death circle, which erodes the corpse through negative energy, so that it can get rid of the control of the original owner and join the army of the undead.

After all, compared to the primordial magic invented by the Children of the Forest, whether it is the necromantic magic of the Faren Continent or the psychic magic of the Azeroth World, it is far superior to the former.

What's more, the Wraiths are not the creators of this energy.

On the contrary, they are just a group of users who don't understand anything, they don't understand the nature of the energy that underpins their survival, and they don't have enough people to support in-depth research.

Enjoying the spectacular spectacle of the overwhelming army of the undead, Shuma immediately jumped on the back of the Death Dragon and soared into the air, raising the magic sword in his hand that exuded a cold chill, and headed straight for the leader of the strangers, the Night King.

"Ah!!!!!!h

Sensing the danger, the Night King didn't say a word, roaring and throwing the sharp ice spear in his hand.

But unfortunately, this blow not only failed to hit the target, but was caught by the dragon of death and thrown back with a backhand.

Bang!

With the terrifying power of gravity acceleration, an unlucky stranger was pierced through the chest on the spot and crucified alive in place.

"Surrender or destroy!" Shuma condescendingly read the ultimatum.

He had a hunch that if his death army was joined by these strange ghosts, he would definitely be able to go to the next level, and even create a new subspecies of undead.

However, the Night King clearly did not intend to surrender, and jumped to his feet in an attempt to attack again.

But before he could throw the ice spear for the second time, the dragon of death swooped down, opened its mouth full of fangs, and bit the opponent's head with a click, and extracted a silver translucent soul from the shattered body, swallowing it with a look of enjoyment......