"Stop! Disgusting bones, take a step forward, you're dead! "The Dwarven King led the other Dwarven nobles and ministers to take the lead in the battle.

As a showcase, this is also their mission and location.

At this time, it was not the time of the dwarves, at that time, they were all on display, and in the face of countless necromancy, they could not be defeated at all, and even the royal city was lost.

But now, with the elves as helpers, these necromancy, it's no longer enough.

No amount of necromancy, under a few large-scale spells, can only become coke.

The elves are rich in mages and archers, while the dwarves are warriors and forgers.

Once these two races join forces, they can explode with even more terrifying power.

One plus one, at such a moment, is greater than three.

"Hehe, isn't this the Dwarf King? You've made it here! Sandru walked with an exaggerated step, and his body radiated a pitch-black light, and appeared in front of the dwarven king in the open.

"It's you! Damn death mage! Looking at Sandru's appearance and voice, the dwarven king's eyes were full of anger.

It was the legendary death mage in front of him, who killed his most beloved son and even fought a big battle with him.

And he was about to win, but unfortunately, he was shot by other high-level necromancers, so he could only be injured and recovered.

Among the legendary levels, he is still extremely strong.

"It's me, your dwarf clan, who has given birth to you now, and if you don't surrender obediently, let me send you to see your son!" Sandru smiled, his voice carrying the unique smell of necromancers, and spread across half of the battlefield.

The effect of magic makes the low-level necromancers excited.

This is the voice of their maker, and it is also the voice of the boss behind them, this voice, which makes them excited.

As soon as Sandru gives the order, all the low-level necromancers will rush out and tear the enemy apart.

No matter who the enemy is, they will not hesitate.

Death is not the end, and there is nothing left at the end.

"Ah, ah, I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

"Rush!"

"Madness!"

"Stone Armor!"

"Fury!"

The dwarf king was furious, his eyes were red, his body directly increased several times, and the strongest killing move was used.

"The gods descend to earth!"

Gigantic, deity, this is the dwarf king's hole card, and it is also the power brought by his bloodline.

As a descendant of the dwarven gods, he has this privilege.

The king of dwarves, who is five meters tall, has become extremely strong and strong directly from the word dwarf.

The special demigod armor on his body also became larger as his body grew larger, this was an armor forged specifically for himself, and even the one-handed hammer in his hand became huge.

The hammer head that is bigger than his god son makes people feel chills when they see it.

This weight is definitely more than 100,000 catties!

"Hmph, on, kill him!" Sandru saw the Dwarven King erupt and quickly retreated.

He didn't want to fight the Dwarven King in close quarters, he was a mage, not a warrior.

Moreover, this time, he is not the main force.

"Whew!"

Stitch Monster One appears.

With a height of more than five meters and an even fatter body shape, the dwarf king was a little thin in front of him.

"Hmph, die!" In the state of the gods, the dwarf king would not flinch, and he picked up the huge one-handed hammer in his hand and smashed it hard.

The space exploded at the moment of the attack, and the huge power was converging, and the dwarf king was confident that even if he was a demigod, he would not dare to face it head-on.

"Boom!"

The massive one-handed hammer is blocked, obscured by Stitch One's arm.

And the stitching monster No. 1 is not very good, the arm it resists has been bent and broken, and the clothes outside have all turned into ashes.

This blow of the dwarf king has demigod-level combat power.

"Boom!"

The sound suddenly sounded, and a strong sound wave covered the surroundings for dozens of miles.

Many low-level necromancy, and some of the elves standing in front couldn't help but retreat.

The power of the Dwarf King and the Stitch Monster One is too great.

It's bigger than you think.

"Whew!"

The body was injured, and the stitch monster No. 1 was furious.

The body swelled rapidly, and the forty-meter-tall stitching monster No. 1 made the dwarf king feel his insignificance again.

That demigod-level aura made the dwarf king change color.

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

"Kill them!"

"For the homeland!"

"For freedom!"

"For the elves!"

When the dwarf king attacked, the elf leaders behind reacted and raised the magic staff in their hands.

A wide range of attack magic is cast, and the target, the giant stitching monster No. 1.

There are also those low-level necromancy, anyway, those necromancy's level is not high, just a few high-level magic is enough.

As long as the target, it is still Stitch Monster No. 1, and there are other high-level undead.

"Woo Woo ......"

The arrows rise into the air, and the characteristics of the elves make archery elegant and fast.

When the arrow is fired, the target has been locked, and 70% of the arrows can hit the target.

However, compared to magic, the power of arrows is much smaller.

There is not much flesh on the skeleton's body, and attacking with this kind of arrow is a complete waste.

But otherwise, they can only attack in close quarters.

Close to the necromancer, elven archers wouldn't have chosen that.

So, only archery!

With the help of magic, the Dwarf King struggled to resist the Stitching Monster's attacks, and with each attack, he firmly blocked the Stitching One's attack, making it scream angrily.

It really wants to break out with all its strength and directly start the plague world, so that no amount of enemies will be enough for it to slaughter.

But it can't, it's a wholehearted command.

I want to see with all my heart, the combat power of the dwarves and elves, just watch a play, a good show.

At this time, the palace is extremely safe.

Barra and Frank are working on metal necromancy.

Roland and Diana were watching the play with him.

Marx was thinking about something, and others were also doing their own things.

No one was worried about the battle that followed.

The only one who was a little absent-minded was Diana.

Through magic, she sees both sides of the battle.

On the elf's side, there was no one she was familiar with.

This kind of important thing, her mother, her brothers and sisters, none of them.

This shows that things are as Quanxin said, and the high-level of the elf clan are gone.

She was abandoned.

Tears flowed, allowing Diana to grow up quickly.

She is more than 100 years old, but she is simple, not stupid!

"What! Sad? "The tears of the beauty make the whole heart look sideways.

Speak softly because of the gaze of others.

But seeing the appearance of wholeheartedness, most people don't look over their heads and stop looking.

Indifferent wholeheartedness, or rather, plain wholeheartedness, is normal, normal, normal.

"Well, sort of!" Diana lowered her head and took the initiative to admit it.

"Oh!"

Didn't say anything, looked away and looked at the battlefield again!