"Filthy bastard, do you really think you can drink from me?"

The blood-robed wizard had a hideous expression, a fierce gaze, and his words were full of resentment.

"We cooperate with the Caucasus people only to kill souls and collect corpses in the open, not to be slaves to you."

"On the contrary, you are nothing more than a herd of beasts driven out to forage for food, trampling all the rules for us."

"Ridiculous, do you really think you can build a state and be an upright person?"

"You will never be able to wash away the notoriety of the butcher of the destroyer of civilization, and sooner or later you will be wiped out under the union of the human race in the civilized world."

"Stupid!"

The blood-robed wizard sneered and raised his skeletal staff, like an executioner.

The leader of the white wolf tribe was stunned, but the Caucasian dog was extremely powerful, especially after becoming an undead creature, he didn't know the pain at all, and his physical strength was exerted to the limit.

The blood-robed wizard added a few more states, and his strength was seven or eight, and the two claws of the mount pressed against his shoulder blades, so that he could not move.

"Don't worry, I'll take it lightly. After all, you'll be my puppet in a while, and I still need your face to control the White Wolf Tribe. ”

The skull staff was raised and fell, but at this moment, a figure hidden by a gray cloak flew through the death mist beside it.

Flames burst out, and a dark blue death scythe appeared out of thin air.

"Heresy! Beheading! ”

Before Eve could finish speaking, the Death Scythe had already sliced through the throat of the wizard's neck, and the scorching flames set his clothes and hair on fire.

But in the next moment, the wizard's figure shifted sideways, and with a twist of his wrist, the skeletal staff slammed into the scythe.

Eve was about to pursue, and a heavy sword warrior with a pitch-black body appeared, staring at Eve with dark green eyes, and without saying a word, he was charging with a sword.

Eve took small steps to avoid the heavy sword samurai's path, and with a flick of her wrist, the Death Scythe sliced off the white dog's shattered head.

The leader of the White Wolf Tribe rolled up, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed at the crotch of the heavy sword warrior.

The steel crotch guard burst out with a sparkling sound of metal grinding.

The swords collided, and both sides retreated at the same time.

The heavy sword warrior roared and roared, and the hatred instantly shifted to the white wolf leader.

But at this time, a "decapitation" came from behind.

With a flash of fire, the heavy sword warrior's charging action came to an abrupt halt.

The headless warrior, who had lost his soul and strength, fell to his knees with his sword.

Eve glanced at the leader of the White Wolf Tribe, her eyes wandering around his neck, as if thinking about what angle it would be better to slash.

"You fight the necromancer, it's not a heretic; You believe in the white wolf, and the white wolf saved my life, and you are not a heretic. You are not my enemy. ”

As she spoke, Eve raised her hand and shot out a ball of flame, and the body of the headless warrior instantly turned into a torch and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Before the flames cleared, Eve pulled up her hood and covered her small and cute cat ears over her head, and then disappeared into the mists of death.

The leader of the White Wolf Tribe scratched his head and thought about the brainless words, and it wasn't until a sharp pain came from his thigh that he remembered his injury.

He took off his pants and grabbed a handful of dog brains and rubbed them on the wound on his thigh - this is the ancestral secret recipe of the Caucasian people for the treatment of rabies.

At this time, Eve went and returned.

"If you become heterosexual one day, I'm going to burn you to ashes!"

Eve was surprised for a few seconds to see the leader of the White Wolf Tribe wearing only fig shorts, and then at the white greasy things on his hands and thighs.

"So fast? It looks like you can only like men in your life. Well, I'm not going to burn gays. ”

The leader of the White Wolf Tribe was even more puzzled.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? What's going on with that? ”

……

Not only did the cracks emerge from the fissures, but there were also gray-black death mists.

Although there were tens of thousands of Caucasians, they were divided by a thick fog, and all of them fought on their own.

Having lost the command of their chief, the Caucasians all became headless flies, not knowing who they should be with and who they should fight.

A: Whoever threatens me to hit whom! Forget it if it's flying in the sky.

B: I'll hit whoever my teammates hit! Damn, I'm left alone.

C: Whoever hits the leader, I'll fight whom! Hey, Chief, why are you bare-assed? Also, What happened to your dog? Oh no, no, I didn't see anything.

Ding: Who killed the leader's dog? Come out and go head-to-head with me!

E: The dog leader is dead? Oh no, the chief's dog is dead?

In the fog of death, the blood-robed wizard was afraid to extinguish the flames on his neck, if it weren't for the bones that blocked the throat for a few tenths of a second, he would have been decapitated.

As a mage, what you are most afraid of is not the warriors who fight hard, but the archers who hide in the distance and the assassins who hide in the shadows.

No one can be tense all the time, and any moment of slackness will lead to a fatal attack.

There are countless genius magicians in history who have fallen to the hands of assassins and archers, and the Blood-robed Wizard does not want to be one of them.

So, he waved his skeletal staff, summoned several undead in tattered robes, and then took off his scarlet robes and replaced them with ragged clothes.

The second rift never closed, because there was too much fresh flesh and soul on the battlefield, and countless undead creatures scrambled to figure it out after the rift.

Even if the necromancer tried to close the rift, he would have to do a lot of work.

The undead creatures began to attack the Caucasian dog cavalry, not only the will of the necromancer, but also their own instinct.

After all, the barbarians are either in the sky or in steel castles, and the only undead creatures can touch are Caucasian dog cavalry.

The Caucasian dog cavalry is also not easy to get along with, the backhand is to do it.

The two wolf gods also did a good job of catching the bone dragon, and the two behemoths shook the ground, and I don't know how many undead creatures and Caucasian dog cavalry were affected.

The barbarians in the steel fortress screamed excitedly, but they could only stick to the city walls, using dragon hunting crossbows to kill the undead creatures and Caucasian dog cavalry that crossed the border.

Wyverns targeted flying undead creatures, especially gargoyles.

Eve wanders the battlefield like a ghost, looking for the necromancer with the Catwoman's helmet's amplification of the audition.

Everyone has their own thing to do, but Tamil has become the most idle person.

Or rather, the most boring people.

He also wanted to go down and fight, but the guards formed a human wall and refused to give way even if they were killed.

After becoming king, Tamil could no longer kill as bloodied and heartily as before.

"it!"

Tamil threw a hateful punch on the console, and there was another fist print next to the slap print.

"Hey, I think I hit a switch just now......"