After all, the formation of the city-state army has begun to take shape, and there are also high-level troops with extraordinary strength such as temple warriors and priests, once the war situation changes, the god clone will come directly, and the battle situation can be changed in an instant.

So the city-state that worships the totem beast has become the target of the death army, and everyone understands the truth of picking up soft persimmons, and those who don't understand have learned a little bit after hitting their heads and bleeding.

In the order of divine powers, totems have always been regarded as beasts to be feared and discriminated against. Awe comes from the totem's brutal minions and bloodthirsty and belligerent bestiality, which can overwhelm the gods who are not good at fighting. Discrimination stems from the fact that the totem is unable to bestow priestly magic, and even the basic covenant of the gods and men cannot be practiced.

The power of faith accumulated around the totem has never been able to refine the divine power and transform it into a complete divine art, and the priests who serve the left and right are all ordinary people, at most they are doctors who are proficient in herbal medicine or self-taught wizards, and they don't have much combat power at all.

Although the totemic city-states are very strong, even the armies of the undead can conquer these places as long as there are no large numbers of people with extraordinary powers.

As for the body of the totem beast, there are naturally high-level ghosts and gods and underworld beasts who will contain and deal with it. The totem flesh and blood soaked in the power of faith is slightly inferior to the same amount of divine blood descendants, but after the number is piled up, it is not a bad way to ascend. The most profitable are the beasts, and with only their bones left, they will be plumped again, resurrected with the vitality of life, and even rewarded by the new god of the underworld, allowing them to enter the sacred mountain of immortal glory.

In the southern rainforest, near the city of Crows in the Mayan kingdom, the deceased Urn forcibly woke up from his slumber, stretched his broad wings, and scattered fine feathers to cover the three scaly eggs so that they would not be discovered and plundered for himself.

The rapidly approaching army of death is like a rising tide, surging wave after wave, with a majestic appearance, I can't wait to take it off, and the situation is so grim.

The low-flying wraiths unabashedly pale their faces, their linen clothes ragged and shattered, and their piercing screams incessantly. Listening to the ears of ordinary people, it is as if the fingernail buckle scrapes the bronze mirror, which is very unpleasant. It falls in the ears of sorcerers and priests with keen perception, and does not hesitate to file and sharpen sensitive nerves.

Unn the Dead was able to travel freely to the underworld, and was accustomed to all kinds of strange undead, but it did not understand why the prisoners held in this huge prison were released by the warden in the open.

The vanguard of the undead rushed to the rocky walls of the city-state, and slammed into them without stopping, using their broken bodies as cornerstones, accumulating upwards and stacking them into a ramp that was not too steep for their companions to cross the obstacles without any stops.

It's a perfect replica of the tactics used to conquer Riptide City, all by changing the terrain and opening the door to victory, with the only difference being that the former uses expensive spells and the latter uses a lot of cannon fodder as a stepping stone.

Countless undead gathered and spontaneously gathered to form a dark cloud over the city-state, the howling yin wind blew out the torches that relied on the lighting, and even the originally blazing bonfire, affected by the yin qi of the underworld, the orange-red flames turned pale, and the fire was much lower, as if the firewood was damp.

The guards at the head of the city reacted, but when they began to act, countless miserable white spirits roared by, constantly tormenting their nerves and robbing them of their physical strength.

The city guards, who were relatively timid, were scared to death when they saw the resentful spirits passing through their bodies, and the living souls were immediately forcibly dragged out of their bodies and taken directly to the underworld deep underground.

The rest of the city guards were so frightened by this terrible scene that many threw down their weapons and turned around and ran, and the unlucky ones stepped into the air and fell to their deaths on the spot.

The city walls were so easily captured that the army of death was so excited that it continued to advance like a tidal tide over the levees.

Along the central axis of the city, flanked by almost symmetrical rock buildings, most of them are totemic statues, either about to fly, or to fold their wings, or to look down, in a variety of postures, none of which have been repeated.

At the end of the central axis avenue is a trapezoidal pyramid, and the temple at the top is the lair of the totem beast, which is made of basalt with a predominantly blue-black tone.

Except for large festivals, Unn the Dead never showed his face, perhaps out of totemic dignity, but when the city-state was in danger of overthrowing, it had to step up.

Perhaps because of the concern of the underworld, the deceased Unn did not attack immediately after appearing, but opened his mouth to ask two questions.

How could the army of death give up the interests of a city-state for a totem beast connected to the underworld, the vanguard continued to charge without stopping, and the fastest wraith in the enclave had already entered the range of the ladder of the trapezoidal pyramid.

Unable to tolerate his holy land being defiled by the filthy spirits of the Underworld, Unn unfolded his wings and flapped them vigorously.

The phosphorus powder in the bones of the dead rubbed against each other in the sudden wind, stirring up a pale phosphorus fire that burned all the spiritual matter.

The fastest resentful spirit did not have the body of even a rotten skeleton, and it could not withstand the death storm against the spirit at all, and the pale phosphorus fire quickly burned on its body, and it burned out in an instant, and the ashes-like powder fell in a puff, and there was no chance to fight desperately, becoming the first victim on the list of dead since the beginning of the war.

Knowing the terrible resentment, they let out a miserable howl to vent their inner fear and resentment, but their persistence did not continue, and they landed on the ground as soon as possible, hiding behind the skeleton zombies.

Seeing this scene, the mortals behind the dead Unn clenched their fists excitedly and let out suppressed exclamations, but most of the people's faces were still ugly, after all, there were too many undead armies.

The high-level ghosts and gods of the beast-headed human body are out of the crowd, and it is up to them to deal with the totem beasts, although there are as many low-level undead as there are, and if the number is not enough, they can also be recruited in the underworld, but if they can be saved, try to save a little, after all, there are already signs of the birth of skeleton generals and zombie lords.

The ghosts and gods can still be restrained a little, and the forgetful beasts are a little out of control. They are like wild horses on the loose, running wild on the rocky steps of the trapezoidal pyramid.

The high-level ghosts and gods wanted to stop it, but they were held down by the great will in the underworld: "Let the underworld beast go up and tempt, the totem beast related to the underworld is a very rare treasure. ”

The pitch-black battle leopard beast, because of its unabated speed before its death, rushed to the front, and there were still seven steps from the top of the trapezoidal pyramid, so it jumped suddenly.

Unfortunately, when it appeared, Unn the Dead had already raised one of his claws and grabbed the beast in the air.

The counterattack is just right, just like the tacit understanding formed by the two sides after a long period of practice. I saw that the deceased Wun instantly shook it, and the battle leopard beast, which was pitch-black and had bones as hard as rocks, was pinched and exploded on the spot.

Scattered bone fragments slipped from the claws of the gigantic crow totem, falling to the ground and splashing and rolling away.

Death can't stop the footsteps of the Underworld, and the fact that Unn can kill a war leopard in an instant does not mean that it can resist the siege of multiple Underworlds.

The thick-skinned crocodile beast then climbed to the top of the trapezoidal pyramid, and with a flick of its tail, the fierce wind pressure instantly crushed the rocky ground, far better than the blow of the battering ram, and even the totem beast did not dare to take it hard, so it could only take a step back, and leaned back to avoid the past.

The rest of the beasts immediately rushed forward and surrounded the deceased Grace, preparing to work together to tear apart the totem, share the flesh and blood soaked in the power of faith, and obtain the resources for advanced transformation.

Who knows, at this moment, the totem beast spread its wings and spun in a circle, and all the underworld beasts were cut by the wheel saw, and Ling Chi chopped them on the spot!

Unfazed by this, the army of death continued to flood the rest of the city, and the high-ranking ghosts and gods secretly assessed the strength of the dead Unn and changed their original tactics against the totem beasts.

After all, this is a high-level totem that is not afraid of siege and has the means to attack against spirits!