The weather is gray, and the shadow puppet city standing above the horizon seems to be a small ship in the midst of an imminent storm, facing the endless power of the ocean, and the people on board only have indescribable despair and powerlessness in their hearts.

Above the castle tower, everyone looked at the terrifying number of necromantic monsters under the city from afar, and the atmosphere was silent and deadly.

There, thick smoke billowed and the melodious, deep and chilling third horn sounded at last.

"Woo ~ woo ~ woo, woo ~ woo ~ woo. ”

According to Imperial legend, ordinary people have portrayed the Necromancer community as a powerful, terrifying, and bloody character, calling the Necromancer the most terrifying mage department among mages.

In the hearts of many people who understand, this kind of rumor is naturally scoffed, not to mention the elemental mage who controls the four elements, and the alchemy mage who uses the virtual creation of the real alchemy is the medicine mage who uses all things in nature as his use, and he is not much weaker than him.

Of course, the strength of the necromancer is indisputable, and if it is not strong, the shadow mage, the curse mage, the blood demon mage and other auxiliary schools will not follow him.

In today's Supreme Academy of Magic, the Department of Alchemy is in decline, and the Department of Pharmacy is a group of nerds who only love to study, so the high-level voice of the academy is in the hands of the Department of Elemental Science and the Department of Necromancy.

An important reason why the necromancer is powerful is that it can portray rituals to summon necromantic creatures, and with the strength of necromantic monsters, it can force hundreds of auxiliary schools to become the four main schools.

Retans and they all know very well that in the face of such a large number of necromantic monsters, even if they are a high-level mage, one of them may fall and die if they are not careful, and their mage apprentices who have not even reached the first-order mage, the possibility of survival is really desperately small.

But being willing to fall and wait for death is definitely the greatest humiliation for the mage, in history an ancestor mage who fought against the orcs once said:

"A mage can die on the path of exploring the truth, or he can die in war for the strength of the human race, but if he gives up on himself and dies, he is not only ashamed of the empire, of the nation, but also of his lifelong belief in himself. ”

This is the bottom line of a mage, they take pride in this profession, and they do not allow people to be humiliated, nor do they allow their deeds to be stained by the sacred profession.

So at this time, even Roki, who had been shouting that he didn't want to die, was silently holding his staff at this time and preparing to fight.

Thick smoke billowed from the city, and dense necromantic creatures roared in, and it could be clearly seen that a large number of skeleton knights were the vanguard troops.

Those skeleton knights were clad in black leather armor, with two pale green fires in their eye sockets, and they held bone spears made of white bones, and the impact brought a fierce gun wind.

Behind the vanguard, followed by hundreds of slimy, strange-looking Brain Rotten Monsters, Marina and Jerry, who had fought with Brain Rotten Monsters, knew too well the horror of this kind of monster, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

On the flanks of the attacking army, thousands of giant worms resembling lizards, with their limbs coiled over the ground, approached the Shadow Golem City at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

"This is one of the lowest levels of necromantic creatures, the flame lizard, except for its rough skin and thick flesh, it has no other advantages than being able to fight a little, and every battle is won by numbers. However, at this time, we are in short supply of manpower, which is definitely very troublesome. "Sivi searched his brain for information on attacking monsters as much as he could, hoping to provide some help to Retans.

In the attacking army, the most eye-catching thing is a huge chariot that is firmly in the rear, and the scale and height of the chariot are almost half of the gate of the Yin Puppet City, a full ten meters high.

The dark black wooden wheel, inlaid under the chariot, drove the chariot to move slowly, and the source of the chariot was eight giant soul eaters with a volume of seven or eight meters, dark green skin, bare bodies, iron belts pinned to their waists, ugly faces, and drooling saliva.

The status of the Soul Eater in the Necromantic Realm is only average, but it is not as good as a charioteer, so the only explanation is that the existence of the chariot has been so noble that the Soul Eater voluntarily puts aside the pride of the race.

This realization made Xiwei's face on the city tower suddenly sink, it seems that the situation is really getting more and more serious, Xiwei's hand unconsciously covers his heart, and he doesn't know what he is thinking in his deep eyes.

On the slowly advancing chariot, a large camp tent was built, and the curtain of the camp tent was tightly lowered, making it impossible to see what was in the camp.

At this moment, the firmly closed curtain was lifted by a somewhat transparent long hand, and a man with long white hair slowly walked out, facing the light, his pure red blood pupils, blood flowing, with a dazzling and charming brilliance.

The white-haired man was wearing an old-fashioned style of samurai armor, and the armor was full of various swords or sword rolls, and it can be judged that the man wearing this armor must have experienced the baptism of endless war.

There was a simple and dark long sword hanging from the man's waist, and the hidden pattern was slightly visible on the scabbard, and what made everyone in the city tower pay more attention was that in addition to the long sword.

The man also had a black and purple horn pinned to his waist, and countless tiny runes were carved on the horn, as if symbolizing something, giving people a domineering aura of facing the darkness.

"Who is he? Sivi frowned for the first time in front of everyone, and his tone was full of doubt.

"Man, Sivi, you say he's human?" Retans was shocked, among so many terrifying necromantic creatures, it seems that the white-haired man who is in the dominant position is actually a human?

"That's right, he has a human life in him, which is completely different from those lifeless necromantic creatures. Ahem, but what makes me feel strange is that this man is not only angry, but also dead, especially the pattern on his face, which I seem to have seen in some literature, and I really can't remember it for a while. Sivi replied with a nod of his head.

Hearing what Xi Wei said, everyone realized that the white-haired man's face had a lilac pattern on the left eye, and the patterns were hollowed out, as if it was carved by a painter who had reached the peak of his skills, just like a real thing.

"Don't worry about that, if you don't think about it, those monsters will attack. Just as Sivi and Retans were thinking about something, Roki yelled.

Disturbed by Roki like this, Xiwei didn't have the heart to think about anyone else, and focused on the battle situation again.