Barna's green poisonous mist is actually undead magic and plague gas. Enemies killed by this magic will be transformed into undead within a period of time.

The players running at the front are basically third-test players. They are not high level and have poor equipment. They fell down immediately when the poison gas hit their faces.

Barna was very proud to see this.

"Soon my undead army will appear. These enemies are just chickens and dogs."

He was very confident. He raised the snake-headed staff and another wave of plague poisonous gas was sprayed out. The enemies were killed like wheat. When the undead appeared, he could use the combo skill Corpse Explosion to kill all these enemies who knew the heights of the world.

Blast into muggles!

Be in pain! Wail!

Fall down under the erosion of the undead army!

The old wizard had an evil smile on his face, and he laughed evilly, but the enemy's reaction quickly stopped him from laughing.

"Brothers, the enemy has a mage!"

"This is not even a magician. He is not worthy of carrying the shoes of the elves in the Emerald Fortress..."

"Second test warriors, push forward, you have high resistance!"

"Who told you to rush so fast..."

"Attack! Desperate assault, Cyclone Overlord sliding shovel technique!"

The players screamed and screamed.

They didn't pay attention to the fallen teammates at all, because they would soon be resurrected from the temporary resurrection crystal at the back. They all stared feverishly at the snake-headed staff in Barna's hand, because the snake-headed staff not only had a cool shape,

And most importantly, it has its own glowing effects!

"Kill the mage and explode the equipment!"

"If you have a quick hand, you will have nothing!"

Barna was completely stunned.

What is going on with these people?

Can't they see their teammates who died tragically in the plague gas?

Don't they know the ability of plague gas to transform the undead?

After thinking about it, this is the only reason.

Barna smiled contemptuously. Rookies are just rookies. They dare to rush forward in a group without even knowing the plague gas. They deserve to die here.

"A group of things that don't know the heights of the sky... are just waiting to be devoured by the undead army!"

Barna sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, swung the snake-headed staff left and right in his hand, and a magician suddenly gave him the temperament of a star source magician.

But he gradually realized something was wrong.

Although the enemy has been killed by our attacks.

But even after most of the day, no undead appeared.

How is this going?

Did his undead magic fail?

Although he was puzzled, Barna reacted quickly and raised his snake-headed staff to summon the undead soldiers. Since the poisonous plague mist was ineffective, there would be no problem with direct summoning.

Just as he thought.

In an instant, dozens of undead warriors crawled out of the mottled soil. They were tall and strong-boned, holding bone shields and rusty iron swords in their hands. They knocked over the surrounding enemies with just one glance.

The breath of the undead escapes everywhere.

The smell of decay is nauseating.

Now Barna felt comfortable and started laughing strangely.

Now this scene is the correct way to open it.

Just when he thought the enemy would be frightened by the undead, dense fireballs and pyrotechnics suddenly rose into the air, hitting the caravan like dumplings.

This fire magic covers the sky and the sun.

There are also some other types of spells mixed in, such as wind blades, thunderstorms, ice cones, etc., but they are far less shocking than the fire magic that fills the sky with fire. The night sky in the entire forest is dyed orange.

"The other party is here, how many mages are there?"

Barna was stunned. No one answered his question because everyone was busy avoiding these fire magics. As a member of the Black Truffle Caravan, he had seen many big scenes, especially the leader Platir.

He actually looks calmer than the great wizard Barna.

He got off the carriage, held the shield above his head, and said anxiously to the indifferent and fishy master: "Two brothers, the enemy is coming fiercely. Please lead your men to control the horses. If you can't control it,

Let the horses go, and we must not let them run away with our goods. After today's event is completed, we will be brothers who are close to each other in life and death."

The real gentleman who doesn't do human things and is a fisherman looked at each other.

He thought that only ghosts would be friends with him in life and death.

However, he still looked serious on the surface, and kept promising: "Please rest assured, brother, we will definitely protect the safety of the goods and snipe the enemy to snatch the goods!"

"Okay!" Platir laughed.

"In that case, I leave this place to you!"

After saying this, Platir found the largest carriage and slipped under the carriage.

The true gentleman who is trying to catch a fish: "(??_??)..."

Not doing human affairs: "(°ー°〃)......"

They thought that this nominal eldest brother could do something a little bit, but it seems that they thought too much.

The players' attack is unstoppable.

Fire magic soon caused a fire in the forest.

The only ones who can really compete with the players are the two Templars, but no matter what, they are only two people. There are more than 20,000 players densely packed together, which is enough for them to kill them until they die from exhaustion, let alone the players who can be resurrected.

Ability.

Assume each player is resurrected five times.

It's like two people have to face the non-stop attacks of 100,000 people. Who can withstand it?

The old wizard Barna felt the deepest feeling. He commanded a group of undead to surround himself and fight on the front line. As a result, he found that these enemies were more like undead than the undead under his command. They were not afraid of life and death, had no sense of pain, and were brave and crazy.

Even if his limbs are cut off, he will bite the undead under his command with his teeth, and his fighting will is comparable to that of a fighting madman in hell.

What's even stranger is.

He discovered that the bodies of dead enemies would not stay where they were, but would gradually disappear.

This phenomenon generally only occurs on elemental creatures.

But even elemental creatures will leave some materials behind, such as the molten core of the fire element, the tidal core of the water element, etc. In fact, if you look carefully, these enemies also left some materials, but they are all stones, dead wood, broken

Garbage such as cloth.

Barna could no longer understand what was happening in front of him, and the knowledge of more than eighty years in his mind was being baptized like never before.

"Constructed creature? No, it doesn't really look like it... How can a constructed creature spurt blood after death..."

There are fewer and fewer undead warriors around, but more and more enemies are being fought.

Barna can only summon as many undead as possible.

But even if he summoned the powerful undead knight, the arrogant undead knight would kill at most four or five enemies before being burned to ashes by the dense fire magic.

It seems that he has discovered that there are undead souls here all the time.

More and more enemies are coming.

Excited howls, enthusiastic faces.

Even if he falls to the ground, he will knock down an undead warrior and laugh wildly.

Barna's hand holding the snake-headed staff trembled slightly.

There was despair in his snake-like eyes.

"Devil!" he laughed miserably.
Chapter completed!