Due to the existence of the necromancer profession in this world, this necromantic magic has hardly been weakened, and this is the first time Mo Wen has used this magic, after all, the influence of necromantic magic in the world of Harry Potter is not very good.

Seeing the skeletons and zombies gathered one by one, Mo Wen showed a faint smile on his face, hundreds of death armies gathered under his hands, not that Mo Wen's magic power was not enough to summon more, but if there were more, it would attract the attention of the world's origin, you must know that the top necromancer can manipulate up to 36 necromancers without equipment assistance, but nearly a hundred undead should be enough.

A golden aura erupted from Mo Wen's body, attacking the aura-power.

As the first to master the offensive aura, Mo Wen's power aura has been able to spread to about fifty meters, although the effect of the increase has been weakened, but it is enough to raise the strength of these necromancers to a higher level again.

"Go ahead, slaughter me all the creatures you can see!" Mo Wen's deep voice sounded in the quiet street.

The next moment the army of the dead went into action!

The crisp sound of bones tapping on the ground spread the whispers of the dead, and skeletons and zombies began to roam the streets.

The whole Tristram fell into unprecedented turmoil, a group of undead creatures from nowhere were like crazy, killing monsters when they saw them, countless hellish creatures died at their hands, killing, blood, death, for a while Tristram seemed to return to the night when the army of hell came, but this time the object of killing was changed.

The relationship that could not be said to be harmonious immediately collapsed, and the creatures of hell began to fight, the skeletons gathered together and rushed towards the demon of destruction, the night clan waved their scythes indiscriminately, and all the creatures of hell were red-eyed, they seemed to be back in hell, they didn't care who the enemy was, they didn't care how many enemies there were, and the brutality in their bones was completely awakened by the sudden killing.

In just an hour, Tristram was once again in the midst of the fighting.

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In a corner near the plaza, Lillian frowned and looked in one direction.

Not long ago, the whole of Tristram was like a dead cage, although gloomy, but everywhere there was a hidden murderous intention, but now it is like a boiling oil pot, all the creatures of hell are crazy, attacking regardless of friend and foe.

And the turmoil first came from that direction, and that's where Mo Wen began to search.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lilian muttered to herself, Mo Wen was now more and more mysterious in her eyes, but then she turned her head again, it was still the task that mattered.

In the square, among several wooden cages, an old man in a robe was staring blankly in one direction, he was the only one who survived in several cages, while the others had long since turned into dried corpses.

Underneath the cage gathered a group of monsters, the Sinking Demon Wizard, the Skeleton Archer, and the Night Clan, each of which was an elite-level being, and most importantly, there was a tall figure among them, with red clothes tied with a belt, whether it was the strong body or the flames beating in the eyes, it was not easy to mess with.

It's a boss-level monster, and it should also be the leader of the Dark Wanderer who left behind to lead the entire army of hell.

"Grace Walder," a name appeared in Lillian's mind, and he was depraved, perhaps his corpse degenerated.

Secretly estimating her chances of victory, Lilian immediately shook her head, even if she was already a fourth-order Amazon, there was no way to deal with so many high-level monsters at once.

Do you want to give up? Or go to Modi and take action? Fourth-Order Paladins with Fourth-Order Amazons should have a few chances of winning.

However, the pride in her heart made Lilian reluctant to rely on the power of others, even if this person was Mo Wen.

While Lilian was muttering, things took a turn for the better, and the commotion in Tristram intensified, and the leading leader-level monster finally couldn't bear it anymore, looked left and right, and with the last order, he left with a few elite-level monsters and walked in the direction where the turmoil began, leaving only a group of ordinary monsters in place.

Opportunity! Lillian's eyes lit up, and she quietly held her bow and arrow in her hand.

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On the other side, Mo Wen was leading the army of the dead to kill and plunder in Tristram, and under the aura amplification, these skeletons and zombies burst out with amazing lethality, fearless of death, and infinitely powerful. An elite-level Dark Night Clan, as soon as it shattered a skeleton, was hugged by the zombies that followed, and then it was swarmed by the skeletons, slashing and splitting the body, and its body was quickly used by Mo Wen, and a skeleton that looked exceptionally strong replaced the shattered one.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen cleared another street, but unfortunately he still didn't find Werther's Feet, but it was the elite-level Night Clan who contributed a good scythe.

Just as Mo Wen was about to head towards another street, a tall figure with several elite-level monsters stopped his army.

Fire-red clothes, muscular Yusuke, and a jumping fire flashing in his eyes.

Gracewald, it should be said that he is the top blacksmith in the dark world, and the legend of Gracewald, the top suit of the paladin, is from him, and it is also the most exciting item for Mo Wen, but unfortunately this suit is obviously not in his hands now.

Gracewald was supposed to be the leader of Diablo who had left behind to guard Tristram, and at this point it was shouting loudly at Mo Wen's undead, as if questioning them.

It's a pity that Mo Wen's undead didn't pay any attention to it, they faithfully carried out Mo Wen's orders, and nearly a hundred monsters went towards Gracewald together.

Gracewald seemed a little stunned, he didn't expect these necromancers to dare to disobey his orders, and then he was furious.

With a single punch, it shattered a nearby skeleton, and then opened its bow left and right with both hands, and all the skeletons that approached it were shattered to pieces, and the zombie tried to hold its body, but it shook it off in an instant.

Like a ferocious beast, Grisewald wreaked havoc among the undead, shards of bones splashing everywhere as if it were raining.

Suddenly, a huge flame burst through its body, enveloping it along with the undead around it.

The undead around it were immediately cleared, but Gracewald was not feeling well. It wailed in pain, its body charred black, and the smell of roasted meat even permeated its body that had already died once. His eyes were fixed in one direction, surrounded by the undead, Mo Wen was holding his wand in his hand, with a sneer on his face.

Looking at the figure of the human, Gracewald suddenly understood that this qiē was done by the human in front of him, and it howled angrily and wanted to pounce on Mo Wen, but the undead pounced again.

A cloud of icy aura spread, and Gracewald, who had smashed a skeleton to pieces, froze, and the biting cold seemed to seep into its dead body, and its movements involuntarily slowed down.

I saw that every undead in front of it had a pale blue aura at its feet, and the entire street seemed to be rendered into a sea of blue.

Holy Freeze.

Scars appeared on Gracewald's muscular body, and its sluggish movements could no longer kill the undead, but the undead continued to add wounds to its body.

Ice picks, lightning beams, fireball techniques, and magic in Mo Wen's hands kept shooting out, hitting the pitch-black Gracewald.