Woohoo!

Black grains poured into the army of the undead from high in the sky like raindrops.

"Everyone, use the dispel spell!", the old battle mage hurriedly released a dispel spell on himself, this disgusting stench made him want to vomit, but unfortunately the dispel spell was blessed on his body, and the stench still drilled into his nose unfatally.

Disgusting, stinky!

He was about to give a few effective orders, but he was stunned when he saw the green mist suddenly rising in the Bone Legion.

Pestilence!

It suddenly occurred to me that of Emerald Ridge's most outstanding product, the Plague Skeleton.

"Everyone, hold your breath!"

Quickly smashed the nearest skeleton to pieces, and the body quickly moved closer to the center, and in the White Bone Legion, he was trembling with Li Zhen, and there was no chance of winning at all.

"My king!", the only one who can get out of this disgusting situation now is the king of the Caucasus.

Roland's face was gloomy, although he had never fought a necromancer, it was definitely not the situation he was in now.

So far, he has not really fought with Li Zhenshu, and if he knew that this was the case, he would rather break Li Zhenshu's neck at the beginning.

"Not good, Kathu, be careful!", a trace of exclamation came from the dark and green fog, but unfortunately it was too late, and the red and copper-colored blood exploded like fireworks in the Bone Legion.

Through the dense fog that was slightly dispelled, everyone saw the corpse of a battle mage being torn apart by a hound-like skeleton.

It may be that the battle mage's physique is too strong, the skeleton cannot be torn to shreds at all, and the flesh and blood are like strips of cloth, tearing at will in the White Bone Army.

It adds a bit of horror and disgusting.

"Li Zhenshu, you... Damn!", even the quiet old battle mage couldn't help it at this moment, and waved the copper stick desperately, shattering the skeleton in front of him, and quickly approached Li Zhenshu.

Li Zhenshu's head was a little dazed, and when he saw that touch of blood, the cells in his body suddenly became excited, and he seemed to have an instinctive desire for blood.

It's better to release the self that belongs to him in his body.

People have two sides, the more depressed they are on the one hand, the more terrifying the other character is.

"One?"

He admired the battle mage, but now he didn't have the slightest sympathy, and perhaps the biggest charm of the hunting game was the bloody slaughter.

If Roland had left Emerald Ridge quietly, perhaps he would not have been antagonistic to the Battle Mage.

But now, there are no ifs.

He took out an empty glass bottle and threw it directly into the army of the undead.

Burst!

The boiling black-green smoke seemed to be injected with a catalyst, rolling more and more violently, and the battlemage who had just fallen failed to devour the clean body, and quickly withered at this time.

Touch!

A skeleton rushes in front of the battle mage and explodes into fiery red shards.

The impact of the fragments, which should not have been very harmful, left a little red mark on the red copper skin at this moment.

Blasting skeletons, one of the first skeleton products launched by Li Zhenshu.

The battle mage didn't care, on the contrary, the pain caused his fighting spirit to soar, and he kept shouting, as if he was about to break through the fog.

"My hands. The battle mage shouted, the skin of the red copper was quickly withering, and the strong tendon meat had completely become dry meat without a little moisture, and before he could speak, his whole body had quickly dried up.

"Necrobacterium!"

The old battlemage was reluctant to mention the name, but it was the work of the Necrobacterium.

Can't get hurt!

This army of the undead is an impenetrable cage.

Dead Bacillus was like a fish in water in this cage, and suddenly the old battle mage thought of another germ.

Black Death!

Suddenly felt an inexplicable heat in the body, although this kind of heat will not take life, but as a god level, the body is already a little abnormal.

The outbreak of the Black Death bacterium is not as rapid as that of Bacillus subscheiver, but the effect is longer and the entrenchment effect is more insidious.

"There's no way I've got the Black Death. The old battle mage reminded himself, but the more worried he was, the more afraid he was of something.

Three!

In the blink of an eye, the three battle mages were slain by the corrosive skeletons that suddenly appeared.

God Tier!

The essence of the barbarians, but now they are slain like cattle and sheep by skeletons.

The endless indestructible skeletons made the old battle swear feel despair.

How ridiculous it is to make a god desperate, but it really happened to him at this time.

Through the staggered bones of the undead soldiers, seeing the thin figure in a black robe, he never put Li Zhenshu in his eyes.

No matter how brilliant he is in the wasteland, no matter how active he is in the jade trial, without a god-level background, Li Zhenshu will always be an ant.

But now, the undead army suddenly appeared, but they fell into a place of death.

"My king!", the old battlemage pleaded again, "our squad cannot be exhausted here. He was telling the truth, controlling the entire Issinger not only needed a supreme being, but also a real god level.

Thirteen!

This number has touched the bottom line of the old battle mage, and the savage powerhouse cannot fall.

"Li Zhenshu, let them go, I take back what I just said, our well water does not interfere with river water. Roland grimaced, although there was still no trace of consternation on his face at the moment, as if he was still under his control.

The voice is in his ears, it should be a secret technique, Li Zhenshu is clear, Roland's background is far from being excavated, and the monarch realm is obviously not something that an army of undead can control.

Besides, Li Zhenshu is not a real undead monarch.

Being able to control the army of the undead, on the one hand, is with the help of the spiritual power left by Nao Ao Zu and countless bone powder, and on the other hand, it is Li Zhenshu's unique talent for summoning the undead.

If you want to rely on these to deal with Roland, it is obviously impossible.

Letting Roland go may have been the best result.

No way!

Li Zhen shook his head, Roland is a hungry wolf, and he will take a step back.

Now that he has torn his face, can he still live in peace, even if Roland can keep his promise, but Li Zhenshu likes to give alms, even if he has what he wants, he has to rely on his own strength to fight for it.

What others give to you will be easily taken away.

This is an eternal truth.

At least he's still in the driver's seat, and looking at the Legion of Bones, he might be able to take the risk.

"Tenip, let's get started. No one noticed that Li Zhen trembled with a sound transmission gem in the corner of his ear, gave an order, turned around and walked directly towards the White Bone Altar, standing in the center.

Airplanes!

The entire Bone Altar shook.

"Boss. Jay exclaimed, his voice was small, his memory was very vague, he had been completely assimilated by the entire altar.

"Li Zhenshu!", Nolan screamed sharply, eager to tear Li Zhenshu's ear skin, desperately fanning his wings to break free, but could not do anything.

Matt prostrate in front of the altar, did not speak, just stared at Li Zhen viciously, the remaining memory still has to remember the hatred forever.

Everything is the remnants of this altar,

Remembrance, anger, hatred, vanished, and the three of them were already a magic crystal tool without wisdom, exactly the same as the twelve totem poles.

Tenipp respectfully walked to the position where the old battle had sworn to kneel, and prostrate himself directly on the ground, in front of him was an intricate parchment scroll.

Airplanes!

The moment he saw the parchment scroll, Roland suddenly felt a fear that he had never felt before, as if an impenetrable rule was hanging over the top of Emerald Ridge.

Tenip, kneeling like a slave before the altar, prostrate himself on the ground, and reverently recited.

"God, it's time for you to wake up. ”

"Wake up, I have something in store for you. ”

"Wake up, O God..."

Tenip's voice wasn't very loud, but the entire Emerald Ridge seemed to be singing the song of sacrifice.

Sacrifice.

Roland's eyes widened, how familiar is this kind of spell, Li Zhenshu actually wanted to sacrifice himself, ridiculous, what is he, even Nao Aozu may not dare to sacrifice like this.

The sound of Kotnip's sacrifice came to my ears like a spell, and it continued.

"Wake up, God, I've got a great breakfast for you..."

The voice was very soft, and Roland suddenly looked into the distance, not only Tenip's voice, but also the entire Emerald Ridge singing this song of sacrifice.

"Wake up, it's time for you to enjoy, God, I've got a great dinner for you!"

Roland felt more and more strange, no, not the entire Emerald Ridge, but the entire wasteland.

"Have a feast of joy and wake up!"

Tenip's voice was soft, but the entire continent seemed to be completely absorbed in the echo.

Illusion!

Roland kept telling himself that his eyes were like stars, shooting straight into the distance.

Eyes of the Stars!

Be able to see through all vanity!

Illusions can't hide from him at all!

In the magical realm where the altar rises, mysterious figures kneel to the ground,、, Humans, Orcs, and even Barbarians and Sea Clans, each family has a canvas paper with cross-eyes spread on the ground.

They're praying!