"There is news from Pinto's side, the frost wolf army led by Aliel has broken the East Ikra people, destroying more than 4,600 enemies......"

On the city wall, Duke Herson quietly listened to the report of his subordinates, and the two hid under the spiral staircase of the spire, a dense curtain of water hanging down from the staircase, and there was an eerie silence under the numb sound of water droplets.

Duke Herson gasped, he was injured just now, it was caused by the battle with the Venadans, he pulled his bow and shot the Venada down, but because he didn't move for too long, the bowstring directly broke his shoulder joint, and his right hand couldn't move.

"The reserve army has all been assembled, and it was originally planned to fight in the streets, but the rain is too heavy, and the city wall here cannot be climbed, so everyone plans to go up the city wall from the west city wall......"

The men spoke intermittently, and from time to time a low shout came from outside the rain curtain, it was the Okassim soldiers guarding the spire.

There are three command minarets on the eastern wall, and this one is left at the moment, and it is only a matter of time before it falls.

His men were still talking, but Herson didn't have the heart to listen, he tried to clench his fist, but his right hand just wouldn't listen, but it didn't matter, the rest of his left hand would definitely not be a problem to swing his saber.

He drew his saber and stared through the rain curtain at the figure outside, there were so many shadows outside that he couldn't see anything clearly, but the silver army of the Venada people was wearing white armor, and he watched a white figure walk towards the rain curtain.

The subordinates duly shut down, and after a long tug-of-war, fear has long been forgotten, and no one will be afraid of this rout.

But he was too tired to even help Herson, so he could only lean on the stairs and watch with his eyes half-open as he slashed down at the rain curtain.

"Ding"!

The saber hit the man in the head, and the voice was sonorous and powerful, but it obviously didn't slash at the man.

A huge reaction force came from the chop, and Herson staggered back two steps, his saber almost coming out of his hand.

With the last of his strength he stood, he was about to punch the man, but before he could swing it, he was caught by a hand.

Seeing the person coming, the last of the adrenaline in his body was squeezed out, he exclaimed.

"You...... You! ”

The white skeleton that came in let go of his fist, and he completely ignored the two of them, and walked up the steps step by step, a pitch-black thing floating behind him, like the mysterious pet of an evil wizard.

The two men in the tower stared at each other until the dragon's roar sounded out of the rain curtain, and they came to their senses.

The two of them rushed up the wall one after another, and Gaia's incarnate dragon was swooping over the wall, leading a series of Venada soldiers to fall from the wall, and then opened its huge mouth to spew dragon fire under the wall.

Inspired by the dragon, the Okasim soldiers turned to attack and could force the Venadas off the walls.

Through the rain curtain, Oreo watched all this with a blank face, the black gospel behind him tumbling in the rain like a hungry beast.

After staring at the brutal battlefield for a while, Oreo sighed silently before clutching the Black Gospel.

The immense energy contained in the wraiths is the source of all the power of the dark mage, and for the powerful dark mage, the capture of the wraith is not so easy, so pushing the war hard is what all the dark mages are passionate about, which is why they are notorious.

Unlike them, Oreo rarely devours the spirits even on the spirit-ridden Isle of Spirits, and the most he can do is to fish and catch shrimp in the sea to pass the time of the undead.

Speaking of why he became a dark mage, Oreo almost forgot why he made the choice he did, but it was all about power.

Since it is for the pursuit of great power, there is no need to maintain this hypocritical mercy.

Gripping the Black Gospel, the furious book finally fell silent, the black lines on the cover of the book emitted a faint light, centered on it, black energy lines spread out in all directions like branches, and they will form a huge net, capturing all the undead in the battlefield.

The rest of the dark mages would definitely be overjoyed to encounter a bloody battle that was rare in the past ten years, but Oreo did not show any joy, and the black flames in his skull were always flickering calmly.

He turned and looked down at the battlefield in the distance.

The brown dragon glided through the shadows like a ghost, each dive of which brought a wail that was broken apart by the torrential rain and reached Oreo's ears as a faint but faintly recognizable croak.

I don't know if it was his own delusion or something else, but as Gaia dived again and again, Oreo felt it get a little faster.

The brown dragon circled again, it skimmed over Oreo's head, waving its massive wings with a dull and powerful slam into the air.

Is this the extraordinary resilience of the dragons?

Oreo watched Gaia go away, muttering to himself.

Retracting his gaze, the black silk thread between heaven and earth shrank like a fishing net, and finally turned into a magic ball suspended above the black gospel. The orb was so clear that it circled around the Black Gospel a few times before turning into dust and dissipating into dust.

“......”

Seeing this unbelievable scene, the flames in Oreo's skull shrank suddenly, and the magic sphere was transparent, which meant that the Black Gospel did not plunder any resentful energy on the battlefield, which was absolutely impossible, because the transformation between the undead and the resentful was facilitated by Oreo!

Could it be ......

The flames in his skull pulsed, and Oreo stepped out of the tower, his arms outstretched, and the sea of knowledge released was like a huge eye, looking down on the battlefield from top to bottom.

If there is a second Dark Mage in the middle of the field, it will take time for him to absorb the looted Wraith Energy, and Oreo will definitely cut him with a thousand knives before that.

After a hurried search, Oreo found nothing, he quickly retracted Zhihai, and then shrank back into the tower.

It seems that there is another dark mage here, and his strength is on par with his own, he plundered the resentful energy in such a high-profile manner, but in the end he cheapened the secret pretender.

Oreo Plavor, you're such a stupid pig!

Before he could say a word, a dull sonic boom exploded in mid-air, and the brown dragon let out a wail, and it tumbled into the city like a sparrow with broken wings.

It seems that the dark mage hiding in the shadows is not only coveting the undead on the battlefield, he even wants to take away Gaia's dragon's eye.

Damn it, don't you really think it doesn't exist?

Holding on to the "scheme", Oreo stepped on the ice flower and suspended in the air, in this terrible rainstorm, the water element is as rich as glue, and the most coincidental thing is that before becoming a black mage, Oreo was a powerful water speller!

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