At the same time, in the Great Forest of Athel Loren, where the Wood Elves have lived in seclusion for generations, a black-robed mage riding a zombie dragon is frowning and looking at the battle situation in the distance.

There, the battle between his undead army and the Wood Elves was still in a stalemate, although the skeleton soldiers had a fairly good resistance to bow and arrow weapons, but they could not resist the arrows with natural and life force energy fired by the wood elves, let alone dodge the opponent's precise archery, each arrow would accurately hit the eye socket and spine of the skeleton, and the passive skills that the original skeleton soldiers came with seemed to disappear out of thin air.

And his own high-level troops were firmly dragged down by those more than ten meters tall treeman troops, many spells that were very deadly to the living, but they didn't have much effect on these damn, moving trees, if it weren't for the absolute disadvantage of the number of wood elf troops, and they and a group of necromancers who were tempted by their own promises to sit here, they might even launch a counterattack, after all, most of the troops on their side are just the lowest-level zombies and skeleton soldiers.

"Hmph, is it still too early, these damn pointed ears, all I want is the corpse of Gilles that might exist there, why do you wood elves fight so hard for him as a dead human?"

After muttering a few words to himself, the black-robed mage's eyes flickered a few times, and finally he rode the zombie dragon down.

Gilles, the founder of the Bretonnian Knights Kingdom and the first human to be blessed by the goddess of the lake, is said to have been buried in this area after his death, and the corpses of many powerful knights were buried with him.

The Lich Master had wanted to explore this place quietly and take away the corpse of Gilles, which would surely give him a very powerful subordinate, but he didn't expect these pointed ears to be so sharp, and almost as soon as he stepped into the outer edge of the forest, he was discovered by the other party, and then a great battle began.

Even later, the scale of the battle became larger and larger, and it was gradually out of the control of the Lich Master himself, this was not just a matter of a corpse, but also a matter of his own honor and prestige, if he was easily repelled by this group of pointy ears, then his reputation of the Lich Master for two hundred years would be destroyed.

So later, in order to win this battle, he had no choice but to make some concessions and promises, attracting some necromancers hidden in the gray mountains to fight against the wood elves with him.

When he landed, a large group of guys who were also wearing black mage robes surrounded him, and the Lich Master, the Lich Master, kept shouting.

The Lich Master Kemule glanced at the people in front of him, there were a few of them that even he felt very threatened, if he hadn't promised to share with the other party the high-level necromantic spells he had obtained from the great desert in the south, and explained that he only needed the corpse of Gilles, the founder of the Knight Kingdom, and did not need the corpses of other powerful knights buried with him, they would not be so easy to help him.

Although they usually hide in the Gray Mountain Range, and it seems that they are very embarrassed to avoid the encirclement and attack from the Order camp, they are all originally guys who have done a lot of great things in various places, but because of the pressure of the Order Camp, they finally have to flee into the Gray Mountain Range.

Stretching for thousands of miles, across the Empire, Bretonnia and the South, inhabited by dozens of races, this vast mountain range contains many dangers, but there are always hidden hideouts suitable for them.

The Lich Master Kemule stretched out his bony right hand and pressed it weakly, and then he was very satisfied to see that all the necromancers fell silent for a moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, although the battle is at a stalemate now, it is actually in our favor, after all, even if they are wood elves, they are still alive in essence, and our troops are undead, we have never been afraid of a war of attrition, because every enemy who falls will eventually become our most loyal subordinates, swinging their blades at their former comrades."

Hearing the Lich Master Kemuller say this, some necromancers couldn't help but smile knowingly, as they had already used this tactic countless times to defeat some powerful enemies.

It's just that their bodies and faces have already been turned into skin and bones due to the influence of evil magical powers, which is the price of using necromancy, so this kind of smile really doesn't look beautiful, but no one else present cares about this.

The Lich Master Kemule smiled, "In order to strengthen our attack, I have decided to mobilize some more high-level undead creatures, and the troops here will be handed over to you for the time being." ”

Fortunately, the high-level undead creatures have a certain amount of self-intelligence, so they will act according to the orders of the necromancers, and they can also move alone away from the necromancers to a certain extent, because they also have a lot of dark power stored in their bodies.

However, as time goes on, their power is gradually depleted, and they will become weaker and weaker, unless they are truly undead creatures with complete self-intelligence, which can constantly draw magic from the outside world to keep themselves running.

However, low-level undead creatures such as zombies and skeleton soldiers are different, once they are free from the necromancer's command, not only will they quickly become a plate of scattered sand, but over time, the necromancer will awaken them, and the magic that supports their actions will gradually be depleted, and they will be scattered on the ground again and become bones.

So when the Lich Master Kemuller decided to leave, he needed to put his troops under the command of other necromancers.

After listening to the Lich Master's words, the eyes of the other necromancers suddenly flickered.

Because the Lich Master is the strongest and is the initiator of this operation, the troops he brings with him are the most outstanding in terms of quality and quantity, which can make the other necromancers very hot, but they are afraid of the other party's prestige and strength, and they dare not show this desire before.

But if the Lich Master himself is not here, then if he can get a part of the command of high-level troops such as the Bone Dragon, the Bloodthirsty Banner, and the Horror Beast, and if he is "accidentally" killed by the Wood Elves in this fierce battlefield, and even the corpse is completely damaged by the other party, even if the Lich Master himself returns, there is no way not to do it, after all, this is a battlefield.

Without even looking at them, the Lich Master knew that they were thinking about something, erasing the marks they had left on the undead, and then imprinting their own, and then letting them unfortunately "die in battle", believing that there was no way to get back those "dead" subordinates when they returned.

This kind of thing is very common among necromancers, and even the Lich Master himself did it many times when he was younger, and this method of increasing strength is much safer and faster than going to transform and summon the undead in person, but you just need to find a necromancer companion who is stupid enough to give his troops to your command.

But this is exactly the result he wants, even in order to get his high-level undead troops, they will definitely fight these wood elves here, after all, only if the battle continues, can those high-level undead "accidentally killed".

Although under the influence of the dark forces, the necromancers are all despicable and obscene guys, but they don't have the courage to directly embezzle their own things, and this confidence Kemuller still has it, and his name as a lich master is not obtained through debate, but from the blood and bones of the enemy!

After a few more words, the Lich Master handed over the control of most of the undead under his command directly, and he didn't care which necromancers would get it, because he only needed these guys to hold back the army of the Wood Elves, and whoever held it back.

Originally, I thought that it was autumn now, and the combat effectiveness of the wood elves would be affected, so because I was eager to find the body of the founder Gilles, so that it could be used to verify the effect of the treasures he obtained from the southern desert, he was a little rash to start a war against the wood elves, but now it seems that the time is not too ripe, and the combat power of these wood elves is still very strong, and it has not been affected by the current temperature.

But that's enough, most of the Wood Elves in this vicinity have been attracted to the battlefield here, and they have a chance to bypass them and quietly go to other places to see...

Although the location of the body of the founder Gilles could not be obtained due to the obstruction of the wood elves, he had heard that there was also an ancient tomb in Kuileu, which was also guarded by the wood elves, and perhaps, there would be some unexpected gains.

The Lich Master is not like those pedantic knights who believe in bullshit honor.

Well, by the way, when he finds time, he should also let people look for the traces of that damn little bunny, does he think that stealing his own things will end well? Even if it was just a tattered parchment!