After the initial chaos, the necromancer's camp quickly stabilized, thousands of mouths chanted incantations at the same time, and a black storm flew towards the white-clothed boy, and the smoke that came out emitted bursts of disgusting death aura.

Looking coldly at the aura of death flying in the sky, David Mo directly unfolded the Dou Qi Hood, and the nine-layer silver-white light instantly shrouded his body.

With a flash of golden light, he put away the unicorn bow in his hand, and a silver nine-foot spear appeared in his right hand out of thin air. Casting the first layer of the Flowing Cloud Technique to its peak state, it rushed towards the necromancer's thousand-person array like lightning.

A black sè ball was scattered on him, stirring up bursts of fighting qi ripples, only to see him sway a few steps to avoid some black sè spots, the center of gravity of the whole body suddenly tilted forward, the body was straight and formed an angle with the ground, a pair of footsteps did not stop for half a minute, and in a moment it crossed more than 20 zhang.

The thousand-person array in the distance began to look a little flustered when they saw that he turned out to be a silver ninth-level warrior, and in a hurry, hundreds of people released their skills again, but unfortunately they were still dodged by the white-clothed young man.

Anxiously, a large group of necromancers all looked at a bronze eighth-level necromancer, because his cultivation was the highest, so he was vaguely regarded as the leader in this team.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the bronze eighth-level mage did not panic, he stared at David Mo's figure and said coldly: "Don't panic! we are so powerful, even if he rushes into the formation, we can break him into thousands of pieces!"

After saying that, he took the lead and shook the staff in his hand, and a series of magic rushed out, and bursts of black storms rushed to stop David Mo's figure, and the others saw him so calm, and they also felt a little calm, and continued to cast spells together.

Seeing that they still had no sign of retreating, a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, and a spear flower was shot out of the silver spear, and a dragon pattern flashed, and the black storm was torn apart without a trace.

After the scattered death magic attacks were dodged, his figure had reached the front of the mage's camp. A little cold light opens ten thousand pear blossoms, and wherever the shadow of the gun flies, it will bring a scream, and at the same time, bursts of black fog will burst.

Although this was the first time he had used the dragon chant to fight, there was no strange citrus at all, the dragon groan was looming, and a spear was invincible, like a silver dragon constantly haunting the formation.

In the distance, Anisha saw that he was unimpeded all the way, and finally felt a little relieved.

In the battle array, David Mo found that this dragon chanting spear seemed to have a spirit, and he was full of desire to kill these necromancers.

And the mage was not suitable for close attacks in the first place, and it was almost certain to die when he was touched by a warrior of the silver ninth level, and a spear almost became their talisman.

A large group of apprentices and apprentice-level necromancers were frightened and scattered, holding their heads and scurrying, only hating that they had lost two legs in the first place. Because there were too many people, the crowd seemed congested, so in desperation, some mages had no choice but to kick the people in front of them while running, shouting, "Don't block Lao Tzu's road!"

Even some of the more ruthless necromancers, although they couldn't beat David Mo, they could beat their own people, and in order to let themselves escape as soon as possible, they actually smashed their own companions with spells one after another.

This rugged approach was immediately echoed by others, and many more learned in a similar way. So there was a strange scene, although David Mo did not kill them, but they themselves fought each other first.

The confident Bronze Rank 8 Mage just now looked at the noisy battle array in front of him, and finally realized that he had made a big mistake.

In order to make up for his mistake, he hurriedly yelled at the other mages around him: "Hurry up and send a magic signal, so that the warriors in the city can come to support us!"

The magic signal needs to be done by eight mages at the same time, but now everyone is running away in a panic, where will anyone listen to what he has to say. In desperation, he had no choice but to start pulling the fleeing necromancers one by one.

At this time, the necromantic warriors at the head of the city were feverishly rushing towards the city, and in their eyes, there were only human souls in the city at this time, and they didn't expect that their mage camp was being ravaged by a young man in white.

David Mo crisscrossed the necromancer's camp, and the huge slaughter made the dragon chanting spear in his hand tremble, and every time he killed a necromancer, there would be a burst of blazing heat from the body of the spear.

Because of the experience of the evolution of the Qilin Bow, he had already guessed in his heart that this was a manifestation of the energy that the Dragon Gun could absorb. There was a wail wherever the spear passed, and black flowers burst from the necromancer's body to decorate the battlefield.

The war between the necromancers for a way out has also entered the white heat, and this group of human traitors who have sold their souls to the devil are just as ruthless as their companions.

Anisha in the distance obviously didn't expect this to happen, she was a little worried that it would take a lot of trouble to kill these necromancers, but she didn't expect this rabble to perform so badly.

The bronze eighth-level mage finally gathered enough eight people to cast spells with him, and the eight people gathered in a circle and gently shook the staff in their hands, a huge layer of black mist shrouded the heads of the eight of them, and the monster that had been staying at the city gate in the distance finally slowly began to move towards the mage array.

A huge black mist mushroom cloud flew into the air, vaguely obscuring the clouds in the sky.

Eight spellcasters spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time, which was the price of releasing the distress magic, mainly to prevent someone from disrupting the order of the entire legion with this kind of magic for no reason.

At this time, the necromantic warriors who had already climbed the second wall were looking down on the entire city with a greedy face, because they were about to enjoy a sumptuous feast for their souls.

Suddenly, a huge black mist mushroom cloud rose overhead, and all the necromantic warriors stopped at the same time, looking at each other for a while, and each of them saw surprise in the eyes of others.

The two leader-like people at the head stood side by side, and the two of them were the commanders of this necromantic legion, among which the silver-level warrior was the commander, and the other who was a little fatter and had the peak strength of the bronze ninth-level was the deputy commander.

The two of them glanced at each other, obviously surprised by the mage's call for help outside the city, this huge mushroom cloud was the customary distress signal of all the necromantic legions, because it was extremely expensive to use, so it would not be released unless it was absolutely necessary.

I saw that the commander frowned slightly, and said impatiently, "What happened to those incompetent mages?"

The fattened deputy commander beside him speculated, "Could it be that Sharbo's reinforcements are coming? After all, the Royal Legion of the Holy Empire still has quite strong combat effectiveness. ”

The commander shook his head and replied, "If the Royal Legion had been dispatched, our spies in Dìdū would have replied a long time ago. ”

The deputy commander frowned and asked, "What could it be?" The surroundings of Sharbo City have been cleared by us, how can there be forces that can harm the mage legion?"

"It's better to ignore those mages and enjoy this city first. ”

The commander said with a difficult face: "If something really happens to the thousands of mages, we won't be able to eat and walk around." ”

"It's really bad luck, these bastards don't have the ability to fight, but there are a lot of things!"

The commander smiled bitterly at him, raised his giant sword and shouted: "All the soldiers listen to the order, go out of the city with me to rescue the mage and share it evenly!" The order caused a large number of necromantic warriors to complain, but the military order was like a mountain, and they had no choice but to turn around and leave the city.

Cambaton, who had been waiting for death on the castle tower, couldn't believe the scene in front of him, and the necromantic legion that had already rushed to the city retreated from the city after hesitating for a moment!

He thought to himself, "What is going on outside the city? Why are they in such a hurry?"

But after a moment, he looked at the chaotic scene in the city, and suddenly realized that the first priority was to organize the people to settle the entire city.

The people in the city who had been hiding at home found that no devil had set foot in the city after half a day, and the city, which had been full of all kinds of wails, began to slowly become quiet.

After a few moments, it was confirmed that the Necronomicon had withdrawn from the city, and finally the bold dared to leave the door and poke their heads out to find out what was going on.

At this time, the legion of necromantic warriors who had withdrawn from the city couldn't believe their eyes when they looked at the scene in front of them, because they saw thousands of necromancers killing each other. The Necromantic Legion standing under the city gate did not find David Mo.

Because he had already entered the core area of the mage's camp at this time, the whole person was submerged in the human cháo, only the dragon chanting spear occasionally rolled out a piece of silver light, but it was instantly covered by the human cháo.

After seeing this scene, the commander confirmed it again and again, and finally said angrily: "It's really mud that can't support the wall!"

"Please give the order! Let's get rid of this waste first!" the deputy commander finished speaking, the huge long knife in his hand emitted a burst of cold light, although his expression was equally angry, but there was an inexplicable joy in his eyes.

Because of the original rules, the population of the city needs to be divided equally with these mages, and now that they are not angry, they just kill them all, and let their group of warriors have the human souls of Sharbo City alone.

The commander tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, waved his sword and pointed at the mage camp in the distance, and roared: "Warriors under the protection of the Great Demon Lord! Follow me to wipe out this group of traitors in this world!"

The Necromantic Warriors were already dissatisfied with the group of mages for ruining their delicacy, but now that the commander had given the order to attack, they immediately let out a furious roar, brandishing the weapons in their hands and charging towards the mage legion.

The eight mages who had sent out the distress signal had been anxiously waiting for the support of the warriors in the city, and now they couldn't help but cheer excitedly when they saw thousands of warriors suddenly appear.

But then they realized that something seemed to be wrong, because instead of helping them maintain order among the mages, the warriors rushed directly at them with huge butcher knives and began a terrible slaughter!

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