Archdemon

The enemy was in chaos, but the enemy was still alive.

More than a hundred skeleton warriors and more than sixty dark warriors have surrounded the barbarian tribe in the dark.

The night will not be an obstacle for these undead warriors, but will become their umbrella of protection, making them more comfortable in fighting. Anyway, these skeletons and dark warriors do not need to use their eyes to find the enemy.

On the contrary, the barbarians need to use their eyes to find the enemy, but their racial characteristics also allow some barbarians to obtain dark vision.

But these are not problems. Under absolute power, these barbarians have only one way to die.

Huo Ling is followed by three undead spellcasters. Huo Ling has engraved a large number of attack spells in their soul fire. Now is the time for them to start to exert their strength.

In the silent night, the skeletons and dark warriors have been blessed with many spells by Huo Ling and the undead spellcasters.

Undead lieutenant!

Skeleton reinforcement!

These have made the combat effectiveness of many skeletons and dark warriors reach a higher level.

A dark warrior drew out his sword and slowly approached the tribe. At this time, the barbarians were all asleep.

But the tribes in the wilderness would arrange vigilant tribesmen even in the middle of the night. Even if the barbarians were not very smart, they would arrange night guards.

But these guards, whether in the open or hidden in the dark, could not escape the scanning of Huo Ling's mental power.

Filthy Spear!

Filthy Spear!

Filthy Spear!

One by one, the short spears cut through the sky and smashed the heads of these guards.

But the attack of this spell also caused a certain noise, waking up some barbarians, so there was nothing they could do about it.

These barbarians can survive in the wilderness, so their vigilance must be very high. Any race that dares to relax its vigilance in the wilderness will soon become a corpse.

Seeing that there was no way to launch a sneak attack, Huo Ling directly ordered the dark warriors and skeleton warriors to charge.

Then they released a large number of zero-level spells.

Gray fog!

Gray fog!

Gray fog!

A large amount of extraordinary fog enveloped the tribe of barbarians. These zero-level spells were extremely useful when facing barbarians.

If it were other races, they would only need to practice fighting spirit and bless their eyes with fighting spirit to break through these gray fogs and gain normal vision.

But these barbarians did not practice fighting spirit, relying purely on physical strength and blood, so they suffered a lot this time. They could not see anything unless they got close.

The dark warrior drew out his sword, and his soul fire trembled silently. He issued commands to other skeletons.

Through the gray fog, they have found the barbarians who have risen from their sleep and are running around like headless flies.

Two skeleton warriors hold spears, and the soul fire burns violently, adding to the sharp bone spears, and thrusts vigorously.

"Puff!"

The spears are extremely sharp under the blessing of soul fire, and easily pierce the barbarian warrior without armor. The soul fire burns violently on his body, causing more damage.

"Ah!"

Although the barbarians did not practice fighting spirit, their strong bodies also gave them strong vitality, and the blood in their bodies gave them powerful attack power. Even if they were pierced by two spears, he did not die directly.

The barbarian howled in pain, and his two thick arms stretched out, grabbing the spear and trying to drag the enemy over.

This move really worked. The barbarian pulled a spear over despite the severe pain of being pierced by a spear. The spear rubbed violently on his wound, and the pain made him even more angry.

He could already see the enemy, the skeleton. He stretched out his other fist to give the skeleton a good beating.

But the skeleton warrior was not a pushover. Although he just held the spear tightly and was dragged by the barbarian, he reacted immediately.

The skeleton warrior did not let go of the spear directly, but pulled out the sword with his other hand, and swung it with the help of the barbarian's pulling force.

"Crack!"

The bone sword blessed by the soul fire was extremely sharp, and it directly chopped the barbarian's neck, cutting his neck in half.

The sword got stuck on the barbarian's hard bones, and it was impossible to pull it out for a while.

But the barbarian had no strength to resist. He stretched out his hands to cover his cut throat, but the gushing blood was impossible to cover with his hands, not to mention that there was a sword stuck on it.

"Hehe"

The barbarian covered his neck and breathed rapidly, his breath splashed blood further, and then he fell to the ground powerlessly and died completely.

On the other side, Huo Ling and his spellcasters were not idle either, constantly casting spells.

Negative energy burst!

A large amount of condensed negative energy exploded among some barbarians who gathered together, blowing some low-level barbarians to pieces.

Jawbone group attack!

Seven or eight flying skulls in the air, these skulls are all creations of magic elements, they fly in the air, fall on the barbarians' bodies, backs, and even throats.

The gray teeth of these skulls bit and bit, and the bodies of those barbarians were bleeding.

Some barbarians roared angrily and beat these terrifying skulls. They succeeded, but also failed.

The shattered skulls made a huge explosion, directly blowing their upper bodies into a bloody mess, causing them to die painfully.

A silver-rank barbarian roared in anger when he saw that his people had suffered heavy casualties. He held a simple bone weapon in his hand. This weapon looked like a hammer made of the leg bone of some kind of monster and hard ore.

The bone hammer was as light as a feather in his hand. With the help of his strong physical strength and blood, he hit and rushed fiercely. A senior black iron-rank skeleton warrior who blocked his way was smashed to pieces by his hammer, and the soul fire in his skull dissipated like a candle in the wind.

But this silver-rank barbarian did not remain rampant for too long. A dark wizard targeted him and began to cast a spell.

Touch of waste!

Hands and feet withered!

Human immobilization!

After three consecutive negative spells were cast, even if the barbarian had a good magic resistance attribute, he could not bear it.

The originally strong and powerful body seemed to become hunched at this moment, and the flesh and blood of the limbs became atrophied, as if the blood was sucked out by an unknown thing.

Finally, after being weakened, the barbarian was hit by a human immobilization spell, which nailed him to the spot and made him motionless.

For such an immobile enemy, there was no need for the mage to cast a spell to end his life. A skeleton warrior came with a sword, and the sharp sword directly chopped the barbarian's neck.

After several consecutive chops, the barbarian's huge head was chopped off, and blood continued to spurt out from the wound on his neck.

Under the absolute power suppression, this barbarian tribe of more than 300 people was cleared in less than an hour, and no one escaped.

After the battle, Huo Ling walked in the tribe full of blood after the war and began to cast spells on these corpses.

The other skeletons and dark mages walked in the tribe and collected the spoils with magic properties.