In the dark of night, the town that had long been occupied by undead creatures was brightly lit.

Torrey Morar stood in the midst of a crowd of powerful creatures, and the cold sweat that had been breaking out had already wet his clothes.

Torrey doesn't know if he's lucky or unlucky. As a necromancer who made outstanding contributions in the battle against Erry, he was chosen as one of the leaders of the necromancers, and was eligible to join the meeting of Rain City.

In the nearest position to him, a sturdy centaur was rubbing his great axe, and the centaur wore a hideous mask, which combined with its terrifying momentum, he did not even dare to look at it.

And farther away, in the incomparably dense black mist, even a real lich appeared, overwhelming all the surrounding beings from the level of death energy.

In the sky, the ghost dragon that exuded a pale aura was soaring wantonly, and at the end of the darkness, the huge body of the white bone monster was looming.

Among these powerful creatures, Torrey's presence is so conspicuous, and his aura is so low and pitiful, not even comparable to a corpse witch.

Just as Torrey carefully observed his surroundings, wanting to look but not daring to look at those powerful creatures, a special aura permeated all the creatures.

"Oh my God......" As a necromancer halfway through the battle, Torrey swears that he has never felt such pure death energy, without any impurities in it.

The death energy emitted by undead creatures is often not so pure, mixed with all kinds of emotions before they die, however, from this burst of death energy that suddenly diffuses in the field, Torrey only feels death, pure death.

Not only Torrey, but all the creatures around them reacted to this burst of death energy. Torrey followed their gaze and saw a man in a wide black robe, who had arrived in the middle of the field at some point.

The man's face was gloomy, and his eyes were sharp, as if he could penetrate people's hearts. He looked around slowly, and as his gaze swept over, Torrey felt nothing but that he was being targeted by some kind of devouring spirit.

I don't know if it's Torrey's illusion, but the black-robed man's gaze seems to have stopped on his body for a moment.

Cold sweat flowed from Torrey's back, and he realized that the black-robed man in front of him was none other than the wielder of the artifact, the evil leader Rhodes who single-handedly pushed the battle on. All the corpse witch kings in the hands of ordinary necromancers are gifts from this man.

Previously, Torrey had never met the man. Some people say that Rhodes was a lucky necromancer who only relied on the power of the artifact to get all this, while others say that Rhodes was simply an immortal lich with a skeleton body.

It wasn't until he saw Rhodes with his own eyes that Torrey knew that the rumors in the past were false, and the man in front of him had powers he couldn't imagine.

"I have the sad news that one of the Immortal Lichs, Mordo, has died at the hands of the defenders of the Quiet City."

The man shrouded in black robe spoke slowly, his deep words, as if with a kind of magical power, ringing in the ears of all living beings.

The information contained in the words caused an uproar in the field, and the biggest reaction to this news was the lich in the black fog:

"Hey...... I had warned Modo, but he didn't listen to me. After all, he has just been promoted to a lich, and the solidified soul can't last long, and dying on the battlefield like this is also his own choice. ”

The black-robed man in the field snorted coldly: "His death is still worth something, at least let me get the means of defense in the secluded city." Based on this information, we were able to devise the means to capture the secluded city. ”

Beside Torrey, a dull female voice suddenly sounded, which also made him startled, and subconsciously looked in the direction where the voice came from.

"I don't recommend it." The masked and axe-wielding centaur said slowly, Torrey knew that she was the most famous "horror centaur on the battlefield".

"Most of the creatures in the Eri are hiding in the forests of Tulaone, praying that the last line of defense in the forest can bring them shelter. The secluded city is the entrance to the Holy Land of Turalea, and I think you should understand how important it is. Why are you against? The black-robed man asked in a deep voice.

"In the whole of Eri, there is still a lot of unoccupied land, dense jungle that has not been eroded, and more importantly, there are many creatures who do not want to leave their homeland, hiding in all corners of Eri, and I can easily find out their location. The power of the necromancer has not yet been raised to the limit. The terrorists retorted reasonably.

"I used to think the same way as you."

The black-robed man said loudly, and all the creatures in the field could hear his words.

"It's a pity that a lot of things have happened in Eli recently, those elves have awakened an ancient wisdom tree, if they are given more time, the strength of those elves will be improved in essence, and there is no time to continue to accumulate undead creatures."

The low voice of discussion reached Torrey's ears, and many necromancers around him showed thoughtful expressions, and the words of the black-robed man made them extremely agreeable.

"Here's the plan." Just as Torrey was thinking, the man's words came again in the middle of the field, "The abundance of creatures in the forests of Turalone is our weapon to break through the Quiet City. ”

"I will lead some elite necromancers to cross the Quiet City and directly attack the ordinary creatures in the rear, and you are only responsible for launching an attack on the Quiet City with all your strength and dragging the enemy's sight from the front."

After hearing this news, a deep fear appeared on Tory's face, and he had realized that the man in the field had simply used all the necromancers here as bait that could be sacrificed.

"I ...... I disagree! Torrey looked in the direction from which the voice came from, only to see the other chosen necromancer leader, Ogon, trembling and objecting.

"Even the immortal lichs have died at the hands of the defenders of the Quiet City, how can we hold them back......," Ogenn questioned with a shudder.

To Tory's horror, just as Ogen questioned, there was a hint of joy in the eyes of the black-robed man.

The black-robed man raised his hand, and the death energy instantly submerged Ogen's body, without any sound, and when the black mist dissipated, Ogen's body was only a skeleton.

"Necromancers, this moment should have been in mind since the day you got the Corpse Witch King." The black-robed man's voice slowly came out, "Now, who else disagrees with my order?" ”

Torrey swallowed, and the audience fell silent.