The top of the low mountain!

The large array set up by the Chaoxue Academy had already dispersed a thick mist due to the exhaustion of energy.

The top of the mountain is like a blood-colored Shura field, full of torn and shattered undead creatures.

On the top of this mountain, you can see all kinds of undead corpses, zombies, stitched corpses, beast corpses, orc corpses, and of course, skeleton warriors, the largest force in the undead army.

The broken corpse was mixed with all kinds of smelly black blood, laying the top of this mountain layer after layer, and the stinky blood water had merged into a river, rolling towards the stream below, staining not only the mountain, but also carrying the tragedy on this mountain to the distance.

This blood flowed for a day, and in the same way, Subada also stood in this mountain of corpses and a sea of blood for a day.

The figure of Auvin of the Academy of Chaoxue has been accompanying Suvarta on the top of this mountain for a day and a night.

A huge sword qi penetrated the wound between the chest and abdomen, and the world scenery in front of the chest could be seen directly from the back ridge, the blood had already dried up, and only the remaining flesh was left kneeling on the top of this mountain, and the cold wind passed through the huge wound, and the white flesh seemed to have a posture of drying out.

The drooping head, the horrified expression, and the dilated pupils seemed to tell how unbelievable it was before he died.

It turns out that the two people who are also with battle numbers, he Aiwen and Suvarta are one life apart!

Nine Deaths Monument swordsmanship three styles, one more than one style, not too many styles, three swords, it is enough to see how strong the self-confidence of Su Batuo is in his heart.

"Roaring ~~~~~"

A shocking roar rang out from the top of the low mountain, and Suvarta, who turned his gaze to the south, pulled back to the kneeling side of Aiwen.

For a day and a night, he didn't know how many times he had listened to such a shocking howl mixed with resentment, sadness, and grief.

The huge stitched corpse with three heads, four hooves and eight arms was like a child lying next to Aven's kneeling corpse and whimpering for so long, crying not tears, but stinking black blood.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Suvarda was not looking at Aivan but at the stitched corpse beast that was weeping for its master.

Before he died, Avenues had been disdainful of the man, but when he looked at the huge stitched corpse that wept for his grief after his death, he felt that he should take back all the disrespect he had made.

He created a life!

This corpse beast has gone beyond the category of "zombie", there is such a thing as emotion mixed with it, and it is not at all like the bloodthirsty, manic, and tyrannical nature of zombies.

It's conscious!

Human emotional awareness.

Three-style Nine Deaths Monument Swordsmanship, and this fierce beast fought two times in succession for its master, but it just spit out a large pit of black blood, and stood up the corpse as if it was fine.

Suvarda was shocked by the beast for a day and a night.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the college's evaluation of Avenues before he entered this Kaqin secret land.

Avenues!

The current head of the Department of the Dynasty Academy of the Cissey Jiemao City, the battle number is silent maniac, the nickname is the professor, the fourth-class lifelong baronial title, the regular control of the necromancer, and the nearly grandmaster-level sewing technique.

He Aiwen is simply a genius in the way of sewing, and he actually created such a stitched corpse, which is worthy of his battle number when he was alive!

This person shouldn't have come to participate in the battle of the Five Academies, all his skills are on this corpse, and he is weak enough to resist the injuries of his two swords.

When I met him Suvarda, I don't know if it was the misfortune of the court.

"Dead is dead, there's no need to be too sad, because sooner or later people will have such a thing, it's just a matter of time or time!"

Subada looked at the stitched corpse that was still crying and grabbing the ground, stood for a day and a night, and finally said a word to it.

He knows!

The stitched corpse could understand his words.

"Roar~~~"

A slightly muffled roar, the hideous heads of the three beasts, and the six giant eyes glared angrily at Suvarda.

"It is unwise to be angry with me! ”

The stench of the roar made his clothes rattle, and Suvarda stared at the three pairs of fierce eyes, without even frowning.

He has a heart of love!

But Irwen died, and he could only put this mind on the stitched corpse after his death, which was the crystallization of Aiwen's near-grandmaster-level sewing skills.

A stitched corpse that can only reveal human emotions, and he believes that bringing it back to Yu'an, the academy will be even stronger.

The corpse yelled at him twice, leaning his huge body, apparently understanding all of Suvarta's words.

"It's good to have thoughts! Follow me, the new master, I will take you back to Yu'an, take you back to Shutu City, few people in Kaqin can understand you, your original master Aiwen is one, and I am one, except for the two of us, you are the target of killing in front of anyone in this world. ”

Tempt!

But it is mixed with the temptation of falsehood.

As long as this highly intelligent stitched corpse appears in front of any control necromancer, I believe he will be interested in it.

"Roar~~~"

"Don't be angry with me! In this secret land of Kaqin, without me you will be dismembered, and I am the master who killed you, but I appreciate you and the creator are two completely different people, he created you just to fight, and I am different, I will let you live!"

Lie!

This is a stitched corpse with a strong body and a high-level rank.

How could anyone who was not moved by this kind of high-level stitched corpse that did not need a slave contract at all, that is, the corners of his mouth twitched when he saw it, if it wasn't for his Subada in front of him, he would have tried to tempt it.

The existence of this kind of combat power, not to mention the competition in the Five Academies, even the orc battlefield can't get such a corpse, scarcity is one thing, the important thing is that the empire has a high-level necromancer staring at this kind of corpse, and the empire will willingly give this kind of corpse to people like them, of course, the price has to be paid, such as the deed of sale.

And students of their rank, even if they have a big relationship, they can't even touch the edge, this group of people who stand at the forefront of necromancers will not be afraid of how strong your relationship is, even the empire is just a tool in their eyes, except for the grandmaster and the holy position, there is really nothing in this world that can make them look at it squarely.

The more advanced the necromancer, the more evil they are!

The whole continent of West France knows the truth, if you can't get it right, the group that can overthrow an empire is an existence that can't afford to be guilty of in the imperial army.

"Woo~~~~"

The huge stitched corpse stared at Subada for a moment, then whimpered, squatted down and grabbed the ground with eight arms, and in an instant, a large pit appeared in front of Subada's eyes.

The corpse was stitched down carefully and lay Aiwen's body flat in the pit, waving his arms together, and in a few breaths, it became a huge mountain bag, and then walked to Subada's body and knelt on the ground for a while.

It buried its original master, and then submitted to Suvarta.

Suvarta's eyes lit up for a while.

"Haha~~~~ It's a pity that he loves Wen!"

Suvarda stroked the huge head of the stitched corpse and burst out laughing.

"Congratulations!"

"Tell me!"

Subhada jumped directly on the top of the head of the stitched corpse, and turned his head coldly to say a word to the Bizhi Zen.

"Nearly thirty of the pilgrims have fled!"

Bizhi Chan bowed his head and said to Subada, which really made him a little speechless, it was really too incompetent for him.

"How many Void Seeds?"

"Just broke 5,000!"

"How many of the rest of the Asahi school took with them?"

"I don't think it's even a thousand!"

"Then there is no need to care about their life and death, the school is over, and the spirit is gone!"

"Yes! and ........"

"Don't spit out, say!"

"Directly south, I feel the breath of a demon!"

"That's it?"

Su Batuo looked at Bizhi Chan and said coldly.

"Yes!"

"You want to tell me that they're here at the Imperial Royal Intermediate Command Academy, aren't you?"

"Hey, hey!"

Bizhi Chan was a little embarrassed, this is what he said after thinking about it for a long time, and the state was not right at all, but considering the life and death of Yu'an Academy, he had to say this to this person.

"If you have anything to say directly next time, you don't have to beat around the bush so much. ”

"It's the head of the department, so what are we going to do?"

"You sense the breath of the devil, not anything else?"

"Anything else?"

After listening to Subada's words, Bizhi Zen frowned and thought, when the demon jumped out of the hell abyss, the deep hell abyss aura was far away, as long as a necromancer could perceive it, it was also the most intense, and the other breaths were also covered, and if the distance was not close, it could not be perceived at all.

"It's like the breath of the revenant, the breath of countless revenant!"

Suvarda headed in a southeasterly direction, standing on top of the skull of the suture corpse with his eyes closed and taking a deep breath.

"Uh! What do you mean by the head?"

"It's not the Imperial Royal Intermediate Command Academy, it's Ji Ge himself! ”

"Who's his opponent?"

Bizhi Chan was surprised for a while, this aura of the Hell Abyss Demon was quite heavy, who could fight with Lu Ge for so long?

It's kind of incredible!

"Who do you say can fight him for so long with the art of revenant?"

Su Batuo's eyes were full of fierce light, and there was a burst of seeping chuckles, and he felt furious in his heart for a while!

"That dark night in Gado?"

After listening to Suvarda's words, Pizhi Zen suddenly woke up and raised his head.

"Haha~~ Bizhi Zen, this smell of the enemy makes me a little intoxicated!"