"The ...... of the Quiet City"

In the dark night, on the huge pale bone sedan chair, a thin gray-clothed man was holding a speculum in his hand, looking at the brightly lit town in the distance and muttering to himself.

He should have been respected by all necromancers, but as a lich, his aura was so weak that even ordinary apprentices couldn't compare to him.

"Lord Modo, what are we going to do now? Lord Rhodes, there are no orders......"

Beside the gray-clothed man, a slender humanoid creature asked in a trembling voice, his skin tightly wrapped around the bones, outlining obvious lines, and looking skinny.

"Green, you are his death knight, please tell him that my life has come to an end, and the soul solidified in me is about to dissipate...... I don't want to die with all my strength, that's the last thing I can do. ”

At the end, the man in gray let out a series of coughs, and he endured the pain on his body, his face still calm: "Vampires. ”

Behind him, in the woodland that had long been eroded by the energy of death, on the dense withered tree trunks, a bat hanging upside down opened its scarlet eyes.

"Disrupt the enemy's line of sight."

With the calm command of the gray-clothed man, countless bats rose into the sky, as if unfolding a large black net, enveloping everything below, and the originally bright moonlight in the sky was also covered with a layer of clouds.

According to the sights coming from the speculum, a curfew has long been in place in the city, and there are no other creatures on the streets except for the patrolling guards, and the vampire raid is likely to have an unexpected effect.

"Sad undead creatures, death will be your only end."

Suddenly, a roar resounded throughout the town, followed by a blinding pale light.

The white light shone brightly, and all the bats in the sky were lit with pale flames, and many vampires tried to show their original forms, but they could not slow down the burning of the flames, and only those who were far away escaped.

At the center of the light, a sturdy dwarf was maintaining the spell, and judging by his muscular stature, it was impossible to imagine that he was a spellcaster, but more easily mistook him for a warrior.

Fierce black clouds swept in, and behind the black clouds, there were corpse witches who had already taken advantage of the night to lurk on the outskirts of the town, and their scarlet eyes contained only madness.

"In the Quiet City, when did a spellcaster like you come? Where is Jenny? ”

The unwilling words of the man in gray resounded on the battlefield. He never expected that the spellcaster guarding the secluded city was not Jenny mentioned in the information, but another legendary spellcaster.

The name of a legendary creature has long been ingrained in the hearts of all creatures, and creatures of this level, once they appear on the battlefield, will often cause tragic damage.

"Wicked lich, could it be that your brain is as rotten as your body? You think I'm going to reveal information to you? The dwarf casting the spell showed a hint of disdain on his face: "However, you should indeed remember my name, I am the great guardian of the jungle, the dwarf Marchem." ”

In the face of the attacking black clouds, the dwarves were not afraid at all, and in the alley behind him, many dwarves with the same ability to cast spells emerged, and together they condensed a huge light curtain to fight against the attacking death clouds.

"Damn!"

The gray-clothed man on the bone sedan said indignantly, ignoring his seriously injured body, waved his sleeves, and then ordered: "Dark knight, charge me." ”

Having lost most of his power, he was no longer able to cast spells like he once did, and could only command the undead creatures to fight.

The cooperation of a variety of undead creatures, coupled with a large number of corpse witches, is exactly what he dares to rely on to attack.

Once the city is occupied, the last obstacle in front of the Elven Sanctuary will be cleared, and at that time, the necromancer will be able to drive straight into the Elven City and the Sanctuary of Turalone in one fell swoop, and declare victory in the battle.

Expecting the strength of the guards, the Grey Man wanted to join forces with another lich to attack the town, but was refused. Eventually, sensing that his life was coming to an end, he led the undead creatures alone to launch a final assault on the Quiet City.

"You're the leader of those necromancers? No other accomplices? ”

Just as the man in gray sent most of the undead creatures to attack the enemy, a low voice suddenly reached his ears.

In an instant, the gray-clothed man's expression changed, and he looked behind him, only to see that under the cover of night, an elf who was covered in darkness had somehow crossed the guards of all the undead creatures and appeared beside him.

Sensing the arrival of the crisis, the surrounding undead creatures immediately reacted and pounced on the enemy in front of them.

Two huge sword rays flashed, the man in gray didn't see anything clearly, only felt the breeze blowing his robes, and the next moment, all the undead creatures in the vicinity fell apart and fell to the ground, and the soul fire was slowly extinguished.

Even the Dark Knight who stayed behind couldn't stop the elf's blow.

The man in gray was stunned in his eyes, and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. This level of existence has exceeded his imagination, even if he came here in his heyday, he may not be able to defeat it, and can only use space spells to escape.

"I can't think of Eri, there is such a hero." He sighed, finally let go of the obsession in his heart, closed his eyes, and the aura around him slowly weakened.

"Lord Modo, cast a spell to take me away." Beside the gray-clothed man, a slender humanoid creature spoke in a voice, his words full of panic. Because he was lying on the ground, he was able to survive the elf's attack.

"Lord Modo...... Modo-sama? Seeing that the man in gray didn't react, he couldn't help but shout a few more words, and even gently pushed the man in gray a few times.

His actions were destined to get no response, and the aura of the man in gray had slowly dissipated at this time.

"No......" Seeing the black-clothed elf getting closer and closer, his body trembled, and at the same time let out a desperate wail, "Help me...... Lord Modo, Lord Rhodes. ”

His words seemed to attract the attention of the black-clothed elf, and the next moment, his body was light, and the whole person was lifted up by the black-clothed elf.

"Do you know Rod?" In his ears, there was an indifferent inquiry from the elf in black, and there seemed to be no emotion in his words.

"Yes, I'm Lord Rhodes' Death Knight. Don't kill me, I can give you a lot of information. Finding the possibility of living, he said repeatedly.

"Death Knight...... Tell him with your spiritual imprint that I am waiting for him in the quiet city. The black-clothed elf said slowly.

The lanky creature did so, only to hear the black-clad elf ask, "Did you tell him?" ”

He nodded, and the next moment, accompanied by a column of blood, his head rose into the sky, and his consciousness fell into darkness.