Just as Dumason raised his axe high and was about to hack the "pointed ear" in front of him to death, suddenly a large sharp bone spur suddenly emerged from the void, and continued to branch and grow. The sharp bone spurs pierced directly into Du Ma Song's body made of divine power, leaving more than a dozen penetrating wounds on it by the way, and as the bone spurs continued to grow and branch out new branches, Du Ma Song's body was torn to pieces by these bone spur trees that continued to grow in the body.

Dumason, the dwarven god of exploration, is dead. And Rose, the spider queen who was trapped next to him, was not having a good time. Although her body was imprisoned by the divine power that burst out of Tarona's death, these growing bone spurs easily pierced into the divine power that trapped her, pierced into her body, which even the gods could not easily break, and tore the spider's body to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Just when everyone thought that Queen Rose would also fall because of this, Queen Rose's head that fell to the ground rolled strangely to the side twice, and a new body grew from under her neck, which was the body of the Night Elf that Queen Rose usually showed.

Rose rolled on the ground and got up. Although she didn't have an inch on her body at this time, there was not the slightest expression of shyness and shame on her face. Before she became the feared Queen Rose, she was also a dark elf living in the shadows. Using the body to do something beneficial to oneself is commonplace.

Although Rose has been a god for many years, this existence in her bones has not been erased by the change of time and place.

Queen Rose stared at the ground in the clearing in the distance. There's a gray-skinned guy standing there, man?

The skin of this "human" body is a dead gray color, and the body is as shriveled as a walking corpse that has been stored for years. Only the skin-covered palm holds a scepter inlaid with a skull, while a short brown robe is draped over it. As for the man's face, it was like a shriveled corpse, and the whole skull was just a dry bone wrapped in a layer of skin, and the cheeks were deeply sunken, and there was not a trace of muscle.

This man wore a black iron crown on his head, and the crown was already a little broken, but he could still vaguely see some of his original appearance.

"Visraren, you're still alive?" said Queen Rose, with a look of surprise.

"Hehe, I was a lich before I became the god of the lich, and although my strength was greatly reduced because of that incident, I am not like those stupid fools who only have one life. You think you'll be able to kill me with a strong man? In this world, you can't survive as long as you have strong strength. No matter how powerful a brainless god is, he is just cannon fodder for sacrifice. A hoarse laugh erupted from Visharen's mouth.

"It seems that I really underestimated you, and it is unbelievable that the death trap that even the god of death, Kranvo, did not dodge, was dodged by you, a little lich god. If those old guys were still alive, they might be impressed with you. Rose walked to the carriage without a trace as she chatted with Visharon.

"Stand there and don't move, don't try to play tricks, do you think I don't know what you're going to do?, do you think you can be kept safe with these elven troops?" Visharon stopped Rose's actions.

"Oh, don't you think you're a little too late?" said Queen Rose, who smirked, and then jumped into the carriage and closed the door. And left a phrase before entering, "Kill him." ”

Although the elven army that followed Rose had learned that they were no longer facing a god from Erathia's city guards, the shadow left by Rose the Spider still caused them to raise their swords and bows and aim them at Visharon, who stood alone in the wilderness.

"Hehe, do you want to win by numbers?" Visharon let out a hoarse laugh again, and then raised the skeletal scepter in his hand, "What makes you want to give the illusion of numerical superiority in front of a lich?" As he spoke, Vischaron's skeletal scepter emitted black ripples that spread out in all directions.

"Death ripples, spiritualism. ”

Death Ripple is a forbidden spell written in the Book of the Dead, and was used as a home spell by necromancers before Mystra became the goddess of magic. However, with the ascension of the goddess of magic and the establishment of the magic net system, the casters on the continent of Faeron can release spells more calmly, but they are also limited by the magic net. The most obvious consequence of this restriction is that the various spells that are not recorded on the web are slowly lost.

Coupled with the deliberate actions of the Goddess of Magic, it is natural that spells of mass destruction such as Death Ripple should be banned. Thus, during the years of the Goddess of Magic's lifetime, there were many casters of Faeron, but few of them were able to cross that line. However, I didn't expect that after the fall of the goddess of magic and the collapse of the magic web, Death Ripple could reappear in front of people.

As Visharon's spell was cast, the energy condensed with the breath of death swept the land, at this time, the land with abundant vegetation turned into a barren wasteland, and the originally verdant grassland also turned into a dry earth, and the breath of death coiled around this land, at this time, whether it was the elven army staying here or the soldiers of Erathia standing on the city wall, they all felt as if they had come to the silent underworld, not standing on the Great Plains of Erathia.

Bang, a pale bone hand stretched out from under the soil, and then, this bone hand stretched down, and a pale skeleton warrior came out of the soil, this skeleton warrior not only had complete bones, but also held a white bone sword in his hand, what was even more amazing was that this skeleton warrior's eyes were burning with green soul fire, this was actually a skeleton warrior who had advanced to the silver level.

The skeletal warrior staggered to his feet from the ground, and then raised his head to the sky and screamed, although there was no sound coming from his skeletal body, but everyone present seemed to hear an unwilling cry. With the skeletal warrior's shout, skeletal hands reached out from under the dirt.

With the sound of bones colliding, a large white flower's skeleton appeared on the surface, and struggled to break free from the soil.

There were not only people, horses, griffins, unknown creatures, monsters built up haphazardly with bones, and even bone dragons.

After the undead crawled out of the dirt, they formed a neat line, each holding a weapon in his hand, staring at the elven army in the distance.

"Now, do we want to be more than anyone else? Visharen smiled.