Chapter 45 Slaughter 【Ask for everything you can ask for!】
After the initial chaos, the necromancer camp quickly stabilized, and thousands of mouths chanted spells at the same time. A black storm flew towards the boy in white. The smoke that spread out emitted a disgusting breath of death.
Looking at the aura of death flying over the sky, David Mo directly unfolded the fighting air shield without hesitation, and nine layers of silver-white light instantly enveloped him.
Put away the unicorn bow in his hand, and a nine-foot spear with silver light appeared out of thin air on his right hand. He cast the first level of Liuyun Jue to the peak state, and rushed towards the thousand-person formation of the Necromancer like lightning.
A small black ball of black balls scattered on him, stirring up some of the ripples of Dou Qi. He saw him swaying a few steps to avoid some of the black spots. His entire body's center of gravity suddenly tilted forward, and his body formed an angle with the ground. His steps did not stop at all, and in a moment he crossed more than twenty feet.
When the Thousand People Formation in the distance saw that he turned out to be a level 9 warrior in Silver, he began to feel a little panicked. In desperation, hundreds of people released their skills again, but unfortunately they were still avoided by the boy in white.
Faced with this situation, a large group of necromancers all looked at a bronze eighth-level necromancer. Because of the highest cultivation level, he was vaguely regarded as the leader in this team.
Seeing everyone looking at him, the Bronze Level 8 Mage was not panicked. He stared at Mo David's figure and said coldly: "Don't panic! We are many people, even if we are rushed into the formation, we can still tear him to pieces!"
After saying that, he took the lead in shaking the staff in his hand, and a series of magic ran out, and a burst of black storms rushed to stop David Mo. Seeing that he was so calm, the others felt a little relieved and continued to cast spells together.
Seeing that they still had no sign of retreating, a sneer flashed across the corner of their mouths. A silver spear shot out a gun flower, and a dragon pattern flashed by, and the black storm was torn apart without a trace.
After the scattered magic attacks of death were avoided, his figure had reached the front of the mage camp. A little cold light opened up thousands of pear blossoms, and wherever the gun shadow flew, it would bring a scream, and at the same time, a burst of black fog exploded.
Although this was his first time using the Dragon Roar Gun to fight, there was no stranger at all. The sound of the Dragon Roar was looming, and a long spear was invincible, like a silver dragon constantly appearing in the formation.
In the distance, Enesa finally felt relieved when she saw that he was unobstructed all the way.
In the battle formation, David Mo found that the dragon roar spear seemed to have a spiritual surname, and was full of desire to kill these necromancers.
The mage was not used to close-range attacks at first, and he was almost dead when he was touched by a nine-level silver warrior. A spear almost became their death talisman.
A large group of apprentices and intern-level necromancers were frightened and ran away with their heads in their arms, only to regret that they had fewer legs. Because there were too many people, the crowd seemed to be congested, so some mages had to run and kick the people in front of them, shouting: "Don't block my way!"
Even some even more ruthless necromancers could not beat David Mo, but they could beat their own people. In order to get themselves to escape as soon as possible, spells hit their companions one by one.
"Tum, go to die for me!" After a loud shout, the death spell flew towards his comrade!
This rough approach was immediately echoed by others, and more people learned well.
"You trash dare to attack me! Death!"
"Okay, okay, you dare to kill me! Then don't blame me for being rude!"
"The devil is here again! Hurry up and die!"
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So a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. Although the young men in white had arrived or not, they themselves fought each other first.
The confident bronze level eight-level mage just now looked at the noisy battle formation in front of him and finally realized that it had made a big mistake.
In order to make up for the mistake, he quickly shouted to other mages around him: "Send magic signals quickly and let the warriors in the city support us!"
The magic signal needs to be completed by eight mages at the same time, but now everyone is running away in panic, and no one will listen to what he says. In desperation, he had to start holding on to the escaped necromancers one by one.
At this time, the undead warriors on the top of the city were running towards the city frantically. In their eyes, there were only human souls all over the city. They never expected that their mage camp was ravaged by a boy in white.
David Mo was scattered in the necromancer camp, and the huge massacre made the dragon roar gun in his hand tremble. Every time he killed a necromancer, a burst of heat would come from the body of the gun.
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 absorbed by the Dragon Roar Spear. There was a wailing wherever the spear passed, and black flowers that exploded from the necromancer decorated the entire battlefield.
The war between necromancers for a way out has also entered a fierce momentum. These human traitors who betrayed their souls to the devil are also cruel and ruthless to their companions.
In the distance, Enisa obviously didn't expect that such a thing would happen. She was originally worried that it would take a lot of trouble to kill all the necromancers, but she didn't expect that the mobs would be so unbearable.
The eight-level bronze mage finally gathered eight people to cast spells with him. The eight people formed a circle and gently shook the staff in their hands. A huge layer of black mist enveloped the heads of the eight of them. The monster that had been staying at the city gate in the distance finally slowly began to move towards the mage formation.
A huge black fog mushroom cloud flew into the air, actually vaguely covering the clouds in the sky.
The eight spellcasters spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time, which was the price of releasing the magic for help, mainly to prevent someone from firing this magic for no reason to disrupt the order of the entire legion.
At this time, the undead warriors who had already climbed the second city wall were looking down at the entire city with a greedy face, because they were about to enjoy a sumptuous soul feast.
Suddenly, a huge black fog mushroom cloud rose from the top of his head. All the undead warriors stopped at the same time, watching each other for a while, and seeing surprise from others.
The two leaders in the head stood side by side, and the two of them were the commanders of this necromancer. Among them, the first-level warrior of the silver level is the commander, and the other one with a slightly fatter level nine-level bronze peak strength is the deputy commander.
The two of them looked at each other, obviously confused the asking for help outside the city. This huge mushroom cloud is a conventional help signal made by all the undead legions. Because it consumes a lot of money to use, it is generally not released until absolutely necessary.
The commander frowned slightly and said impatiently: "What's wrong with those incompetent mages?"
The fat deputy commander beside him speculated: "Is it possible that Sharbo's reinforcements have arrived? After all, the Royal Legion of the Holy Empire still has quite strong combat power."
The commander shook his head and replied, "If the Royal Legion had been dispatched, our spies in Yanjing would have had a reply."
The deputy commander frowned and asked, "What would that be? The surroundings of Sharpo City have been cleared by us. How could there be any force that can hurt the mage legion?"
"It's better to ignore those mages and enjoy this city first."
The commander said with a look of dismay: "If there is something wrong with thousands of mages, we will not be able to take care of them."
"It's really bad luck. These bastards are not capable of fighting, so there are quite a lot of things!"
The commander smiled bitterly at him, raised his giant sword and shouted loudly: "Follow me to go out of the city to rescue the mage army!" The order immediately caused a large number of undead warriors to complain, but the military order was like a mountain, and he had no choice but to turn around and leave the city.
Kangbaton, who had been waiting to die on the city tower, couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. The undead legion, which had already rushed to the city, retreated out of the city after hesitating for a moment!
"What happened outside the city? Why did they go so in a hurry?" he thought to himself.
Looking at the chaotic scene in the city, he suddenly realized that the most urgent task was to organize manpower to settle the entire city.
The people who had been hiding at home in the city found that after a long time, no devil stepped into the city. The city, which was originally full of various wails, began to slowly become quiet.
After a while, it was confirmed that the Necromancer had withdrawn from the city, and finally someone dared to leave the door and poked out his head to find out what had happened.
At this time, the Necromancer Legion who had withdrawn from the city could not believe their eyes when they looked at the scene in front of them, because thousands of necromancers were killing each other. However, they stood under the city gate, but did not find Mo David.
Because he had already entered the core area of the wizard camp at this time, he was drowned in the crowd. Only the Dragon Roar Spear occasionally rolled out a silver light, but it was instantly covered by the crowd.
After seeing this scene, the commander finally angrily said, "It's really a mess that can't be supported on the wall!"
"Please issue an order! Let's deal with these wastes first!" After saying this, the deputy commander gave the huge sword in his hand a cold light. Although he was also angry, a trace of inexplicable joy flashed in his eyes.
Because of the rules originally set, the population in the city needs to be divided equally with these mages. Now that they are not good at it, they just happen to kill them all, and the group of warriors enjoy the human soul of Sharpo City.
The commander held the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly, swung his sword to point at the mage camp in the distance, and roared: "The warriors blessed by the great demon master! Follow me to erase these traitors in this world!"
The undead warriors were originally dissatisfied with the delicacy of these mages. Now that the commander had issued an order to attack, they immediately issued a burst of violent roars and waved their weapons to rush towards the mage army.
Eight mages who sent a letter of distress have been waiting anxiously for the support of the soldiers in the city. Now, seeing thousands of soldiers suddenly appear, they finally couldn't help cheering excitedly.
But then they found that something seemed wrong, because these soldiers did not help them maintain the order of the mages, but rushed towards them with huge butcher swords and started a tragic massacre!