In the face of the vast army of the undead, Nightmare stepped forward without fear, and his purple pupils emitted a strange light.

"Wook!" a loud sound from one of the skeletons at the front, and he stopped, and in a moment he was scattered on the ground as a pile of lifeless bones. At this moment, Renon felt a powerful surge of dark energy into his body.

"Pay attention to control absorption!" a trembling voice reminded.

Renon closed his eyes and guided the dark energy through his body.

The Corpse Witch King descended in front of the Nightmare surrounded by a large crowd of undead, leaving a black mist everywhere he went. His tall, burly body towered like a mountain, surrounded by dense skeletons and zombies, hunched over with their hands hanging aimlessly, and occasionally making two strange screams, the scene was spectacular.

The Witch King stared at the Nightmare with dark red eyes, clearly disgusted by the two strange intruders. It opened its fleshless jaws and made a strange noise, and the undead around it brushed up like soldiers, their heads turning to the nightmare in unison.

"Looks like you're pretty good at training the undead," Nightmare quipped, "Even the noble ones have taken an interest in your piece of carrion, and I wonder if you can satisfy my picky appetite?"

"Quack!" the Witch King let out a dry sound, and the undead around it changed their previous slow-moving and clumsy style, and they all rushed towards the nightmare at a speed of 100 meters. They grew their mouths and let out a creepy howl, as if they were going to eat the black unicorn alive.

Suddenly, a mysterious syllable with an unheard of melody floated out of the nightmare's mouth, and strange telekinetic fluctuations emanated.

"It's an ancient script, an ancient language!" said Ruinon in his heart.

"Focus! Now is not the time for you to care about this, the undead hand over to Nightmares, and you concentrate on using the Starmoko Emblem to absorb these dark energies and use them to strengthen every cell of your body. "Wait a minute, there's more darkness pouring into your body." ”

The Witch King controls the undead as they frantically pounce on the Nightmare. In the face of the menacing army of the undead, Nightmare did not hurry, raising his proud head and singing ancient magic scripts, the beautiful scales formed a group of elegant melodies ups and downs, and black flames spread from under the nightmares' four hooves.

The black flames danced happily and were invincible on the battlefield, turning into a pile of broken bones at every touch of a skeleton, and a puddle of foul-smelling corpse water at the touch of zombies.

After absorbing the energy of the undead, the flames of hell burned more and more, and the numerical advantage of the undead disappeared in the face of the nightmare, and instead became a disadvantage.

As a high-level undead creature, the Corpse Witch King has a higher IQ and more intelligence than the average undead. Sensing that something was wrong, it told his minions to stop attacking and step forward on its own.

"It's a lot more fun when the big guy comes up, but it's just my food. Nightmare said as she stared at the Corpse Witch King with a pair of small purple eyes. Black flames pressed down on the Corpse Witch King like a tsunami.

"Karma!" the Corpse Witch King's leaky mouth moved, making a dry sound again, and a stream of transparent energy blocked the infernal flames, preventing them from advancing for half a minute.

"Huh?" the nightmare made a confused sound, apparently unable to comprehend what was going on.

"Boom!" there was another sound, and the Corpse Witch King opened his mouth wide, and a puff of green smoke came out, spreading out in the air with dangerous telekinetic fluctuations.

"It's ...... Necromancy death cloud. Runon!" Nightmare screamed in his heart. (Death Cloud: A high-level undead creature releases a dark green breath of death that spreads through the air.) Any living creature that inhales or touches this breath will begin to wither and decay, eventually becoming a member of the undead. Initial level unknown)

The magic unleashed by the Corpse Witch King frightened even legendary beasts as powerful as Nightmares. How strong is it? Hearing Nightmare say the word retreat, Rainon muttered in his heart.

"I'm not afraid of that kind of low-level magic. However, the magic is indeed sinister, and once it is dispersed, it is difficult to control. I only have the ability to protect myself, and I am not sure to protect your safety. ”

"This magic is indeed sinister, but it is not unstoppable. You've absorbed a lot of energy, Runong, give it a try!" said the trembling voice, "Let me see how you're growing." ”

Renon nodded, his scarlet eyes glowing with a terrifying light, and a powerful meditation force field spread out to block out the death cloud. These seemingly light green mist seemed to be as heavy as Mount Tai, and feeling the oppressive feeling coming from the meditation force field, Rui Nong complained: "Where is this cloud, it is clearly a pile of lead. (Reader N: Dude, is there a Tarzan on the so-called Middle-earth continent? Could it be that Tarzan has crossed?Author: o(>_