Lord of the Undead: Age of Scourge

Northern border area of the Grand Duchy of King.

The sheep priest wore a black robe with a hood and a white bone staff, walking slowly on the bloody and devastated battlefield of the corpse mountain, and his thin old face was full of joy.

Countless dead qi was sucked into his body, quickly refined, and then released, transforming the corpses, wreckage, and wandering souls around him into undead creatures.

When a creature dies, it produces a large amount of dead air.

And these dead qi are important cultivation resources for necromancers.

Killing unbridled is something any necromancer wants to do.

It's a pity that before, it was difficult for them to encounter such an opportunity.

However, now, the sheep priest has encountered, and many necromancers of the Tower of Dry Bone have encountered.

"Stand up, my warriors, to create more killing, to create more dead qi

..." "I need more corpses, I need more flesh and blood, I need more souls..."

the sheep priest took a deep breath of lifeless air and murmured a little intoxicatedly.

When the vision is higher, you will find that the place where the sheep priest is currently located was originally a military camp with a huge area.

The most unfortunate thing is that at this time, the sky above the barracks has been covered by the dark undead sky, and all the soldiers have fallen to the ground, and none of them are alive.

In any other war, there will be a living mouth.

But in the wars in which necromancers participate, living mouths are much harder to find than three-legged toads.

They can't wait to drag out all the ants in the field and kill them, and they won't leave a living mouth at all....

The undead go on a campaign, and there is no grass.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead! Dare to invade my Grand Duchy of Jinger! A roar full of anger rang out from the sky, penetrating the distances and pouring into the ears of the sheep priest.

The sheep priest looked stunned, slowly raised his head, and looked towards the source of the voice.

I saw that in the distance, at the junction of heaven and earth, an inconspicuous small black dot appeared.

The little black dot is very small, if it were not for the good strength of the sheep priest and the blessing of visual skills, he would not be able to see it at all.

However, this little black dot is getting bigger at a very fast pace....

"Hey, you chose me..."

"Am I that much like a soft persimmon?"

Looking at the small black dots that were rapidly growing in the distance, the sheep priest did not dare to slacken, and quickly sent a message to the two companions.

Although he is powerful, he does not want to take risks.

He is alone, facing the blood-eyed sword madman Xien of level 56, and there is still the possibility of being directly taken by the other party...

After sending a message to the two companions, he quickly collected the undead creatures scattered on the battlefield, protected himself inside and out, and sent countless undead creatures of all kinds to kill in the direction where Sheehan rushed.

Sheehan stepped on the back of an eagle extraordinary beast with a wingspan of tens of meters, carrying a silver big sword, his eyes were blood-red looking at the ruins of the broken wall in the distance, and a monstrous anger rose in his heart, and the killing intent in his eyes seemed to turn into substance, gushing out...

As soon as he received the invasion of the border, he rode his flying mount and killed him...

He only knew that the Grand Duchy of Jinger, which he was guarding, was invaded by undead creatures controlled by powerful necromancers, but he did not know why the other party invaded his country, let alone that the entire Polita Commercial Federation was invaded by necromancers at this time.

Blood debts and blood repayment!

"Kill!" Looking at the swarming undead creatures, Sheehan roared, backhanded the silver longsword behind him, poured a lot of energy into it, and slashed out fiercely.

The silver longsword emitted a hum, and a milky white sword radiance immediately shot out, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, obliterating a large number of undead creatures on the way.

The spirit undead were directly annihilated, the zombie undead were cut into rotten meat, and the skeleton undead turned into powder....

The milky white sword radiance traveled hundreds of meters in mid-air before slowly dissipating under the consumption of countless flying undead creatures.

"

Haw..." "Roar..." Under

the blessing of the undead heavenly curtain, the undead creatures who did not know what death was and what they were afraid of, completely ignored the tragic situation of their companions, and frantically killed Sheehan from the sky and ground.

Sheehan was not frightened by this scene, and the extraordinary level of level 56 gave him enough confidence.

"Damn necromancer, I'll cut off your head and use your skull as a urine pot!" With a loud roar, Sheehan swung his sword sharply, and six milky white sword rays were swung in a row.

The six sword mangs were divided into two groups, one group of three sword mangs flew straight forward, and the other group of three sword mangs slashed down diagonally...

The sheep priest stood in place, carefully observed the speed of Sheehan's advance, estimated the speed of the two companions, and then silently chose to retreat.

Although, according to his estimates, even if Sheehan's physical strength and strength did not decline, he could always advance at this speed, and those two companions would rush to the battlefield before Sheehan approached him ten kilometers and join the battle.

But he knew that no matter how good his relationship with the old man surnamed Chen and the head of the 102 base was, and how carefully he divided the Grand Duchy of Jing'er in the first place, it could not change the fact that the three of them were competitors in this war.

If his strength suffers a huge loss, it is something that the other two people like to see.

The benefits generated by a large-scale war are extremely terrifying.

Strength represents gain.

Gains, in turn, affect the progress of strength.

One step behind, one step behind....

Such a scene is something he doesn't want to see and can't accept....

Such a risk is something he does not want to bear....

The retreat of the sheep priest, in the eyes of Sheehan, who has already killed the red eye, is a symbol of retreat.

"Dirty scraps, don't run!"

As if he had given a shot in the heart, he roared angrily, accelerated the speed of swinging his sword, frantically slaughtered the surging undead creatures, and constantly urged the giant eagle under his feet to speed up its flight.

"This idiot..." muttered the sheep priest, directly speeding up his retreat.

Gentlemen do not stand under the dangerous wall, and his sheep priest, as a necromancer, will not stand under the dangerous wall....

Sheehan is like a god of war possessed, in the ocean of the undead, killing heartily, without any sense of stagnation.

In just a moment's work, I don't know how many undead were slaughtered.

It is a pity that when it comes to the level of the sheep priest, the number of undead creatures under his command has reached a terrifying number.

Although Sheehan killed more, the undead piled up on his path did not show the slightest sign of decreasing, on the contrary, more and more...

Cover the sky....