Bone meal!

The white powder spread all over the Emerald Ridge, wriggling like ants.

Skeleton!

Behind Li Zhenshu, a skeleton with a bow and arrow appeared, two, three, ten, hundred.

The old battle mage couldn't figure out how the hundreds of skeleton archers appeared, and at the very front of the skeletons, shield skeletons that had long been ready were taking shape.

Between the shields and skeletons, interspersed with skeleton assassins with daggers, the assassin seemed to have an undead mouse lying on his shoulder, and the undead mouse kept jumping, as if preparing for a sneak attack.

Whenever it fell, a palm appeared in the legion, held it up, and with a slight leap, it landed on the shoulder of another undead assassin.

The three mountains of bones disappeared, but a large army of skeletons appeared.

"Li Zhenshu, no matter how many of these things you have, under my copper fire stick, they are all rubbish. ”

Skeletons are still being born, bone meal is still condensing, and everything happens in a matter of seconds.

Assassins, shieldmen, throwers, archers, knights, a team of skeleton mages, fully formed into a skeleton army.

"Joker!"

Roland said coldly, no matter how many skeletons there are, they are just papier-mâché things, and the number is completely garbage in the face of absolute power.

Monarch Realm!

No one can hurt him in Issinger, he is the only monarch who is strong.

Li trembled, no matter how much he tossed, it was all ants.

The fire of the fire stick flowed rapidly, and the red faded, deriving a golden luster that was unique to him.

"It's over!"

With one step, the space collapsed, and the fire stick swept forward, and the momentum of the prairie fire was a foregone conclusion.

Burst!

Like a gentle flame, a fire suddenly appeared in the army formed by those white bones.

Soul fire.

The old battle mage looked at the skeleton archer who appeared first, and his empty eyes were instantly lit up, two, three, in a vast expanse, and it was already full of fire.

Touch!

At this moment, Roland's iron rod was already on top of the Bone Legion.

The expected ashes did not appear, and was suddenly blocked by a huge bone shield, and with a swoop, one bone arrow after another was in a tricky manner, only to Roland's death.

Tintin!

There was a sound, and although the bone arrow turned into bone powder, it did not dissipate, turning into mud and firmly covering Roland's body.

Roland's eyes were stunned, and there were bursts of binding power from his body, and these bone mist actually wanted to bind himself.

Delusion!

Heavenly Thunder Stick!

On the iron rod, the lightning flashed, and with the stick as the guide, the whole body thundered and lightning, carrying the momentum of thunder, and completely rushed into the army of white bones.

Bumper!

Electric batons are wielded, dry bones are splashed.

In the army of white bones, lightning was shining, and explosions came and went, and Roland was like a god of war, with a monstrous thunder with every blow.

His eyes swept wide, his gaze pointed directly at the center of the entire White Bone Legion, Li Zhen trembled, his footsteps slammed forward, countless skeletons shattered, and a stick swept away, and the front was already blank.

Condemnation!

Roland had just come back to life and didn't want to dwell too much on this place.

Li Zhenshu was in front of him, he was about to move forward, but just opened up a space, and it was filled with newborn skeletons.

Another stick!

But when you have to move forward, you will be filled with new skeletons.

Li Zhenshuo was right in front of him, but he couldn't catch it.

Roland wondered if he couldn't completely wipe out these skeletons, the army of the undead, endlessly.

"Everyone, join the battle!", Roland shouted out with a majestic voice, and the battle mages watching the battle from a distance quickly jumped into the army of the undead, waving copper sticks, the elements raging, and the breath of the god rank surged out.

Skull fragments, scattered in all directions.

Before he had time to rejoice, he was attacked by the skeletons that burst in, if it weren't for the fact that these skeletons were too low-level, I am afraid that they would have fallen.

Hurricane roll!

The battle mage spins at high speed like a hurricane, and all attacks that come close to it are directly knocked away.

One, two, a full one hundred and eight.

The old battle mage is located in the center, and there are four people around it to protect the dharma, so as to extend outward, the battle mage team seems to be chaotic, but it is like a disc rooted in the army of bones.

Put a part in, strangle quickly, advance slowly, and fight steadily.

Li Zhenshu's heart was awe-inspiring, this group of battle mages seemed to be completely born for battle, they were not greedy for merit, they were not rash, they were actually orderly.

Although there were only one hundred and eight, it seemed that they had been fighting the legion.

He had seen the Terran mage, such a sharp melee was impossible at all, and once he was close, he would directly fall into a complete Jedi.

The Battlemage's club, on the other hand, is better suited for hand-to-hand combat, and spells are just an aid to support their rapid movement.

Everyone has a strong physique, such a strong physique, except in the depths of the cold ice field, Li Zhenshuo can't think of a place where such a powerful god rank can be born.

An ordinary person can crush a god like Tenip, if it weren't for the blockade of the barbarian country, I'm afraid this world would have been ruled by this group of terrifying battle mages.

If it weren't for the unique environment created by Naozu, he would not be qualified to compete with this group of battle mages, let alone the king of the Caucasus, Roland.

"My king, leave this legion to us!", the old battle mage crumbled the newborn shield skeleton into powder with a blow and shouted at Roland.

Roland had never felt so weird, and with his monarch realm, he couldn't get out of this special army of undead.

As a last resort, he could only borrow a battle mage, and with the advancement of the team, he approached Li Zhenshu step by step.

But strange things happened, the battle mage kept approaching forward, but Li Zhenshu was always so close, as if he was in front of him, but he couldn't touch it at all.

"He's controlling this legion!", said the old battlemage, as they marched, and so did the entire legion of the undead, and no matter how they fought against, they were at the center of the entire legion.

Bone arrows, bone spears, bone claws, bone knives, all kinds of attacks fell on the red copper skin, tinkling and tinking.

Although it can't cause fatal damage, it is firmly trapped in the army of the undead, stuck in a quagmire, and cannot extricate itself.

There is no way, it is impossible to escape now, they are god ranks, but the power is not endless, they are constantly consumed by this group of skeletons that will never be destroyed, and sooner or later there will be a moment when they will be exhausted.

Roland also sensed the unusualness of this army of the undead, even if it was an undead monarch of the Nao Zu level, it was impossible to summon the undead endlessly.

At that moment, at least the number of skeletons destroyed reached tens of thousands.

But now there is not a single skeleton around to reduce, as long as this legion is not completely wiped out, it is impossible to hurt Li Zhenshu's hair.

Annihilation!

Unless the bone meal is also gone, and a substance is erased from this world.

He can't do it!

Even true gods and demons can't do that.

The only way to do that is to banish, to banish those completely.

Roland couldn't figure out how he could get in, this special army of the undead was completely monarchical, and he turned his head to look at his subordinates, who were already sweating profusely.

This is a very bad sign.

Burst!

In the pure white army of the undead, a trace of red and copper-colored blood suddenly appeared, which was extremely conspicuous.

"Oh no, Nadrul is injured. ”，

The old battle mage's heart trembled suddenly, what he feared the most had happened, this Bone Legion was not a simple trapping function at all

"Chief, there are other skeletons in the legion. A battle mage picked a skeleton into the air, and although it looked exactly like an ordinary skeleton, it had fine pores on the bones.

The pores are seeping out with a muddy, black liquid.

"Corrosive acid. The old battle mage's bronze stick danced into a whirlwind, instantly splitting the entire skeleton into powder, and sure enough, the inside of the skeleton was hollowed out, injected with a faint fishy smell of acid.

Transform the skeletons!

Li Zhenshu's masterpiece.

"Be careful, there are special skeletons in the undead legion, don't let the skeletons get close. ”

Touch!

Before he could react, a swarthy bubble had rushed into the army of the undead.

"What is this, it stinks?"

"Emerald Ridge's rancid bomb!", the battle mage had apparently done a detailed investigation of Emerald Ridge, and quickly covered his nose when the rancid bomb had just stinked.

They are strong, but they also need to breathe.

"Despicable!"