"Holy Spirit of Light, please exorcise the shadow of death, purify the soul of the remaining resentment, let dust return to dust, let earth return to earth, merciful mercy on this land, and punish all evil spirits with destruction!" "Undead Slayer!"

This is the first time Lear has recited the full version of the magic spell, and on the contrary, the more complete the spell, the more magic power is paid, and the more active the magic element of communication becomes, so unlike the last time he faced Sandru, when his spell fell, a huge phantom of the fairy in white appeared in the sky.

The fairy phantom's whole body shone with holy light, and her face compassionately cared for a pure white water jasmine on her chest, she glanced at the large group of ghouls at her feet and showed a trace of disgust, and then her body gradually faded in the air and turned into countless crystal streamers, and in Stronk's frightened sight, those streamers fell into the group of ghouls like meteors, and every skeleton or zombie that was contaminated became stiff and motionless in an instant.

There were no visible wounds on the outside, but the green flames that had burned in their eyes were all extinguished, and those flames were the resentments that the necromancers had condensed through spiritualism to provide power and instinct to these ghouls, and when the resentments were dispelled, they became real dead creatures.

Annihilation!

Haag, who was killing the ghouls, had cut down a dozen dead corpses in quick succession, only to find that all the enemies in front of him were immobile, and he kicked the skulls in his way in his way with a frustrated kick, and then dragged the axe back with an unhappy face.

Now that Lear has made a move, it doesn't matter to him.

High up on the hillside, Stronk watched in amazement, although he had narrowly escaped the magic due to the distance (the Undead Slayer was effective on all necromancers, including the Death Knights, but not the Necromancer who had not been transformed into a Lich), but all of his men he had worked so hard to gather were reimbursed in this spell, which meant that he would be the Commander of the Light Pole from now until he summoned another swarm of ghouls.

And because both elves and humans are now very strict about necromancers, almost every war after both sides will use holy light or magic to overtake the souls, which makes it more and more difficult for wizards to collect souls - unless they take the initiative to start a war, but in the case of a spiritist level is not high enough, this behavior is also worth the cost, because it is very likely that after losing tens of thousands of skeleton ghouls to win a battle, they find that they can replenish less than a thousand troops from the war.

The dead are forever dead, and they can only be replenished by the dead beings.

Lear glanced at Stronk at the top of the hill, gave him a big smile and waved his hand.

That means there will be a period later.

He was not very interested in this battle scum, and the distance of more than a kilometer between them was far beyond the range of his spiritual power lock, and considering the strong reinforcements that might appear behind the other party at any time, it was better to take the lead.

And after seeing Lear's hand just now, Sqiang Ke also had a deeper understanding of the difference in strength between them, he could only stare at Lear's distant back with hatred, but he didn't even dare to catch up - it was very dangerous to rush into the spiritual power coverage of a fifth-level mage, and he couldn't control what this safe distance was.

However, if Stronk knew that Lear's mental power lock range was actually less than five hundred meters, and that the super-large undead killing spell just now had consumed nearly half of his mana, he would probably jump up in anger.

Less than five minutes after Lear left, a sorceress wearing a pointed leather helmet and a gloomy face appeared behind Stronk.

"What about people?"

Looking at the empty battlefield below, where there were only corpses, the witch asked with a cold face.

This is her territory, and Stronk is a knight who has taken refuge under her command, and she immediately led her ghost army to rush over after receiving the report of Stronk's invasion, but the situation in front of her told her that Stronk was obviously unable to stop the enemy.

"Forgive me for my incompetence, Lord Chama, there are high-level mages who have mastered the Undead Slayer, and my army has not been able to stop them. ”

Stronk replied with a slush, his fear of Chama evident in his slightly trembling shoulders.

"Why don't you chase?"

Charma asked again.

But this time, Stronk didn't know how to answer, and he couldn't say that he was afraid of the power of the mage.

"Rubbish!"

Chema whipped Stronk on his rotten face, and the tremendous force directly spun him in place several times, and several pieces of minced meat were also carried to the ground with Chema's whip.

"My lord, forgive me! Soon after they left, I went after them. ”

Stronk didn't even dare to defend himself, and knelt down directly.

"Get out!"

Not wanting to take advantage of Ristron at all, Chama turned and got on his horse and chased in the direction of Lear's departure.

A large number of shadows immediately floated in the air behind her, following her.

Originally, as a small lord, Charma still had high hopes for the death knight who came to join her, after all, she had just become independent from the Clauis family and had her own territory, and her subordinates were also very short of manpower, and even when the other party proposed that she wanted to become a wizard, Charma also said that as long as Sstrong could serve her wholeheartedly, it was not that she could not consider teaching him witchcraft.

However, just as she had set aside a portion of her ghost army to give to Stronk so that he could carve out territory for herself, the waste had been defeated again and again at the hands of the elves, and now she couldn't stop the intruders for five minutes.

What use do you want him?

It wasn't until Chema had completely disappeared that Stronk struggled to get up from the ground, touching the protruding bones on his face, and looking at the direction of Chema with a look of great resentment.

Lear was on a hurried march.

After leaving the hilly land, he had a bad premonition, as if some great danger was approaching, which had nothing to do with the prophecies of the gods, it was purely the intuition of the magician.

And usually this intuition is accurate.

Fortunately, after more than half a year of training for Mrak, the orcs could not travel much faster than the running horses, and in only an hour's effort, they had already covered a distance of almost twenty kilometers, and when the horses were all out of breath from the rotten effects of the land, the orcs still seemed to have any spare strength.

"Rest for half an hour before we go. ”

Fearing the sudden death of his horse, Lear ordered the attack to stop, and for him the long hours of jolting on the back of a horse at high speed were also physically demanding.

If there was a fight coming, he didn't want it to be when he was exhausted.

It's just that not long after everyone sat down, and before the orc sentry in the distance could give any warning, Lear suddenly stood up from the dirt.

"Prepare for battle!"

He felt a thicker and thicker dead air in the air approaching.

A minute later, Lear saw a vague figure riding on the back of a necromantic foal, charging at them menacingly.

Behind that figure, a large scalp-tingling shadow followed closely in the air.

Lear could tell what was inside just by looking at the thick resentment emanating from the shadows—resentful spirits and ghosts, which Sandru had shown him to be, and if you looked at the area of that shadow, there were hundreds of yin spirits wrapped around it.

Coupled with a necromancer who didn't know the depth of strength at all, Lear's brow furrowed deeply as he looked over there.

Without the blessing of the Holy Light Technique, it would be difficult for the Orcs to inflict direct damage on these disembodied spirits, but the other party could inflict serious mental damage on everyone by roaring and pounced, and the three mages on Lear's side who wanted to cast the Holy Light Technique on everyone were also unable to catch it.

The necromancer on the other side wouldn't watch them do that.

This battle may not be so easy to fight.

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