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After spitting out the dark red ball of blood, the anaconda in the air was obviously much weaker, and it looked at Ugandar with resentment, but it was unable to resist and was casually wrapped around its arm by the latter.

The python drooped its head weakly, and even Ugandar's sarcastic sneer was powerless to respond.

Seeing that his subordinates were defeated and behaved like this, the head-hunting ancestor let out a cold snort in dissatisfaction, and then turned his head and flicked it lightly with his blood-colored nails, and the blood mass as big as a water tank was directly bounced into a blood mist, falling from the air.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just the beast in the sky performing a trick of blood mist, a little confused, but in the eyes of Morey, who has [Extraordinary Perception], with that flick of his fingers, there seems to be an extra black hole in the sky, and one after another humanoid ghosts come out of the black hole, merge into the blood mist and fall from the sky together, and their target is the army of head hunters who have long since died.

Bang Dang!

With the sound of a weapon dropping, a Wang ** warrior was the first to notice that something was wrong.

"He, they are resurrected!"

The exclamation drew everyone's attention back.

I saw that those soldiers who had been sentenced to death by them had actually staggered to stand up again, and at first their movements were still a little rusty, like mechanical dolls that had not been oiled for a long time, walking with the same hands and feet, and sometimes even tripping over their own feet when walking.

But soon they became familiar with their bodies, and they surrounded the expeditionary force with neat steps, and if it weren't for the fact that many of the soldiers who had come back from the dead had their heads cut open in half, and many of their chests had been shot through by sharp arrows, and the limbs that had been cut off by swords and hung on their bodies, the soldiers of the expeditionary force would have thought that they had only had a collective illusion before, and had the illusion that they had defeated the enemy.

Looking at the dragon knight who pierced eight of his city guards who couldn't dodge with a giant arrow, and the headhunter who manipulated the war spirit on his body to fight with the expeditionary force again, Morey's heart was full of shock at the moment.

For this kind of large-scale resurrection spell, the effect should be the nearest ninth-level spell of the undead system [Undead Scourge], but the spell effect of [Undead Scourge] is to evoke all bones and dead corpses in the range as skeletons and zombies controlled by their own verbal commands, and it cannot give the original ability of the affected corpse, not to mention that [Undead Scourge] can only resurrect the target of the caster's career level 4 times, calculated by a level 30 lich, He was able to turn 120 corpses and bones below his class level into high-level skeletons and zombies, but this army of mysterious blood mist resurrected was in the thousands!

"This Nima is an improved version of the reincarnation of the filthy earth!"

Morey couldn't help but blurt out.

"Reincarnation in the Dirt? Good name! I'll dedicate this name to the Ancestral Spirit, and maybe I can reduce your soul's sentence by ten years?" ”

At some point, the Skullcrusher unknowingly walked near Morey, and happened to hear Morey's self-talk.

Looking at Morey, whose face turned cold, the skullcrusher happily continued to laugh:

"Hehe, you don't have to thank me, I won't be greedy for the merits of a dead man!"

Without saying a word, Morey picked up his greatsword and killed him.

Although the expeditionary force tried its best to stop it, the resurrection of the dead had already had a great blow to morale, and the strength of the headhunter army was actually much higher than that of the expeditionary force.

Whether it is the giant arrows of the Swift Dragon Knight, or the war spirits of the headhunters with different abilities, even ordinary headhunters can only parry because they are not afraid of the pain.

As the Skullcrusher took Morey's sword, he suddenly saw a smug smile on the other's face.

"Not good!"

Paraka's heart shook, and he was about to dodge the expected attack that might follow, but he noticed that the air suddenly appeared with the illusion of a strange creature with four wings on its back.

Before he could see the phantasmagoric face clearly, the other party's eyes as dazzling as the midday sun shot straight into the deepest part of his heart.

"Thou art guilty! Confession!! ”

A stern voice directly shook his soul, which made Paraka feel a kind of pressure to face the ancestral spirit, but he still reluctantly responded:

"No, I ......"

"Thou art guilty! Confession!! ”

Before Paraka could finish speaking, the voice continued, and this time the pressure was greater than before, like a boulder slamming down on his bare back from above.

"I ......"

Looking at the sword qi that was killed by himself. Righteous Glare] The shocked head hunter chieftain, Morey strode forward, raised the [Titan] and was about to cut off his head with his sword.

While!

[Titan] slashed a cold sword light, not cutting off any flesh, but smashing a rock embedded in the dirt.

Looking at Paraka in the distance, who looked like he had survived the catastrophe, Morey couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a pity!"

Seeing Morey's pity on his face, a wave of shame filled his heart.

So he strode after Morey, anyway, there is a tower sitting in the rear, and he can use the bloodline imprint given by the ancestral spirit to pull himself back at any time, as long as he has no scruples to chop this nasty little dwarf.

Faced with Paraca, who launched a desperate attack out of shame, Morey looked a little restrained.

He wanted to avoid his vanguard, but as soon as the skullcrusher saw that he was slightly distanced, he made a threat to cut down the ordinary soldiers of the expeditionary force, forcing Morey to reflexively catch up.

And whenever Morey struggled to push the other party into a corner, the big tent full of magic patterns that had been unconsciously transferred to the resurrection army could always take Paraka away at the last moment.

"Why don't we get out first?"

Cutting Paraca back again, Andre took the time to get closer and asked.

Morey frowned, now the casualties of the expeditionary force are more than 2,000 people killed in the sneak attack of the forward army, which is already a very dangerous stage for an army that is far away from the territory and expedition to a foreign land.

Andre was also afraid that if he continued to fight, the army would collapse if more than forty percent of the casualties were killed, so he had the intention to stop the loss.

Just as Morey was thinking about whether to retreat, a shout of killing actually came from behind the hunter's head.

Faintly, Morey saw that countless resurrected head hunters were thrown high, and looking at the other party's body twisted into a strange angle, it was obviously dead!

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