As a large force that has come as a whole, although cannon fodder cannot be said to be endless, there will be no shortage of soldiers and major generals.

For example, the wizarding world of England, Hogwarts under Dumbledore, and the Death Eaters under Lord Voldemort. The high-level leaders of the two sides combined, the existence of heroes in the later stage, not to mention more than thirty, and there are even more low-level wizards.

Moreover, this does not count those wizards who are in seclusion, or who are not at war.

Similarly, a magical world with two overlords combined has such a huge war potential. It is conceivable that there are three overlords, and there is no dark council in which it is divided, and how many masters are there.

The sky was dark, and the white bone cage that covered the sky and the earth blocked everything, and there was only a faint sunlight, covering the earth in layers of exploitation.

On the ground, the cheers of the soldiers came and went.

The successful sniping of the necromancer, as if they saw the hope of victory, had a smile on everyone's face.

And just when victory seemed to be within reach, a sound of neat footsteps was looming from afar.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The sound of neat footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the earth was shaking slightly, as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping, making all the cheering soldiers consciously shut their mouths.

"Oh my God, is this a monster?"

"Oh, so many necromancers, it's like a parade!"

"What's that, dragon? It's a dragon, a bunch of bone dragons."

As the soldiers watched and shouted, a new dark legion appeared on the battlefield.

In the sky, there are bony dragons circling.

A necromancer, sitting cross-legged over a bone dragon, holding a skeletal staff, his eyes flashing with green ghostly fire.

On the ground, there is a giant wolf with a low roar.

On the body of the wolf warrior, a werewolf warrior wearing heavy steel armor and more than two meters tall was sitting and scanning the audience with a cold gaze.

Quiet, after seeing these two legions, everyone fell silent.

Especially after seeing the body of the wolf warrior, who actually carried a rocket launcher. Many commanders hiding in the tank swallowed silently.

The combination of technology and magic is embodied in this group of werewolf warriors.

Through the intelligence contributions of Britain and France, the British soldiers knew that these tall werewolves had enough muscles to resist bullets and grenades. Now, this group of muscular werewolf warriors, wearing heavy protective armor, no one dares to guess what kind of power they can burst out.

"Humans, since you're here, stay all! The Dark Council is not something you can provoke. ”

A hoarse voice enveloped the audience, and the bone dragon in the sky also split into two under this voice.

Then, from the group of bone dragons, out of the necromancer stepped on the void and could not see his face clearly.

"Your Excellency the Speaker"

"See Your Excellency the Speaker"

The mages riding the bone dragon bowed their heads one after another, as if they were greeting their own king, and greeted the great man who was called the Speaker.

Speaker, ruler of the Dark Council, symbol of honor for the three giants.

How many strong people are in Germany, this outsider has never known. The only thing known is that among the three parties of necromancers, werewolves, and vampires, there is a giant who firmly rules the entire Dark Council.

The huge alliance system ensures that the Dark Council can be as strong and fearless as ever.

The three speakers are like gods on high. Except for the existence of the same level, they can no longer let go of anyone in their eyes.

"Guzmán, what do you have to say to these ants, we're going to kill them all anyway!" With the appearance of Guzman, the speaker of the undead, a peak powerhouse has also emerged from the werewolf camp.

The peak powerhouse who appeared was none other than the werewolf speaker Cruise, and his more than twenty silver wolf guards.

Cruise, with his blond hair, makes him look more like a lion than a werewolf.

Behind Cruise, there are more than twenty heroes in the late stage, the Silver Wolf Guard. It is even rumored that even Cruise himself has declared that this is the Silver Wolf Guard, the most brutal killing machine in the world.

Counting the vampire queen Lilith, on the battlefield at this moment, the three giants of the Dark Council have all descended.

Zhang Yao's expressionless face stood in the void, and under the gaze of Guzman and the others, even with Zhang Yao's lawlessness, he had to think about it. The plan to snatch Lilith can continue.

Vampire Empress Lilith, Necromancer Guzman, Golden Werewolf Chris

The three giants of the Dark Council are the three pinnacle masters.

On the one hand, apart from himself and Dumbledore, Gandalf is not a peak hero. plus more than fifty, equivalent to werewolves and necromancers in the late stage of heroes, and enough ordinary warriors to form a legion, such a force is enough to level one side.

"Your Highness, the situation is a little bad, do you want to ask for help like in the empire?" Dumbledore spoke cautiously, his eyes full of jealousy, and he was also a little eager to try.

As a powerhouse at his peak, Dumbledore had never been afraid of being challenged by others.

In Dumbledore's opinion, despite the strength of the scene, the Dark Council had the upper hand. But the empire is also very deep, if the battle continues, even if this is the territory of the Dark Council, the Raptors can still cross the river.

"Three friends from afar, welcome to the Dark Council!" Just as Zhang Yao was thinking about whether to go to war directly, the necromancer Guzman came into the air.

Guzmán floats in the sky like a ghost. and directly ignored the British troops below, and quickly flew to Zhang Yao and the three of them, besieging Lilith's battlefield.

"Guzmán, when is this, you still haven't rescued me!"

Seeing that Guzman did not make a move, but opened his mouth as a friend, and closed his mouth as a guest.

Immediately, Lilith erupted like a volcano.

From the beginning of the battle, Lilith was besieged by Zhang Yao and the others, and she lasted for an hour.

In the past hour or so, Lilith thought that if it weren't for her incredible speed and her ability to fight hand-to-hand combat, she would have been captured by the other party as Mrs. Zhai.

Now, after a long wait, reinforcements are finally coming.

Lilith didn't want to wait for a moment, she just wanted her fangs to pierce the other party's neck, and then chop Zhang Yao and the others into meat sauce.

"Lilith, you should understand that only when we have more friends than enemies can we be invincible forever! And this is the real way to survive."

Lilith's anger did not change Guzmán's attitude, but made him more and more friendly.

Under the friendly smile, the skin clinging to the skeleton made Guzmán more and more hideous.

If it weren't for Zhang Yao's certainty that nuclear bombs and war were the plans of the Dark Council, even Zhang Yao would think that this Dark Speaker had come to make friends with him.

Making friends, what a refreshing word.

Zhang Yao had a sarcastic smile on his face, believing that if it was possible, the necromancer in front of him would be very willing for him to transform into an undead creature, rather than a so-called friend.

"Speaker Guzmán, your smile is fake. We all know that there can be no place for two hegemons in Europe, and today's friends will be destined to be tomorrow's enemies! Zhang Yao smiled and shook his head, and refused without hesitation, Guzman's so-called friendship and friends.

As we all know, the empire has the ambition to dominate the world, and the dark council is not willing to be lonely.

In this way, the two combinations can only be enemies for the rest of their lives, and they cannot be friends. If one day, the two can really coexist, then one must bow his head and choose to surrender to the other.

"King of the Rising Sun, aren't you really thinking about it?" Guzman didn't seem to have given up, and the flickering ghost fire looked directly at Zhang Yao.

Zhang Yao shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, then looked down at Chris, the wolf king standing proudly in the distance, and said softly: "Do you think a wolf pack can accommodate two wolf kings?" Or is there one of the kings? ”

Zhang Yao's words were asked to Guzmán, and they were also asked to Chris.

In the group of wolf clans, there will never be two kings, and it is impossible for the two sides to be on an equal footing.

"Haha, everyone wants to be the wolf king, if you want to be an equal, it depends on whether you are worthy or not!"

The wolf king Chris laughed, and after the laughter was over, he suddenly raised his arm and pointed at Zhang Yao, and asked, "The king of kings, are you worthy?" ”