Lord of the Undead: Age of Scourge

Wang Ye, who was rushing away, took the time to scan the dozens of killing reports that popped out one after another, and directly ignored them.

It's just a low-level transcendent who can't get on the table, and there is nothing to pay attention to.

He believed that with the ability of the housekeeper Lich, he would handle this little thing he had explained well...

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wang Ye noticed something, stopped abruptly, and looked ahead with a puzzled face.

"Exposed?"

"Is this the rhythm of wanting to run?"

"Found the problem so quickly?"

"

Gee..." When he began to release the misty realm, Wang Ye knew that his existence would not be able to hide, so he was not surprised or alarmed.

At this time, the scope covered by the Mist Domain is large enough, as long as there are no middle and high-level wind magicians, superpowers, or high-level necromancers who master the Mist Realm to smash the field, then he can sit firmly on the fishing platform....

On the other side, the necromancer who was swept into the mist realm became a little restless after going deep into the mist.

If it weren't for the red-eyed bat swarm constantly shuttling back and forth in the Mist Realm and the Undead Sky Screen, helping him determine his location and transmitting information, he might have retreated long ago.

However, his current situation is not much better.

According to the exploration of the red-eyed bat swarm, the coverage of the Mist Domain at this time has far exceeded his psychological expectations.

The coverage and fog concentration can clearly reflect the strength of the controller of the fog field.

But at this time, his strength calculated based on the fog coverage and fog concentration did not match the strength of Bobby in his impression.

Heaven and earth.

The difference is too big....

"What the hell is going on?"

Just as he was thinking about it, an owl messenger rushed out of the undead sky curtain, burrowed into the thick gray-white fog, and appeared in front of him.

"Poppy lost contact, the reason is unknown..." an old voice came from the mouth of the owl messenger.

"Sure enough!" The necromancer said secretly, and then looked solemnly ahead.

The maker of the Mist Realm is most likely not the level 27 necromancer Poppy he knows.

"Who will it be?"

The Mist Realm is a unique skill of necromancers.

Although there are many range masking skills that are very similar to the Mist Realm, as a necromancer, he can still be 100% sure that this gray fog he is in is the Mist Realm!

"Could it be those two's men?"

After a moment of silence, the necromancer glanced at the depths of the fog with a jealous face, turned his head and whispered to the owl messenger who was still soaring overhead: "Tell Lord Shane that Poppy may be killed, and the maker of the fog realm is most likely an enemy..." The owl messenger

let out a crisp chirp, then flapped its wings and flew upwards.

The necromancer did not dare to stay where he was, but immediately ran back with the strength of a group of subordinates who were useful for eating.

What the necromancer didn't know was that what he said to the owl messenger reached Wang Ye's ears intact, becoming the reason why Wang Ye would kill the owl messenger.

"Goo!"

Just when the owl messenger was about to rush out of the misty field, he suddenly let out a small and short chirp, and then his wings lost their strength, and they could only let their bodies fall downward...

Under the cover of the undead sky screen, the traditional communication method using electromagnetic waves as the transmission medium will lose its original role due to magnetic field disturbance.

The communication method with cables and optical fibers as the information transmission carrier will also be very seriously interfered with, and the communication distortion and garbled characters are all normal things, and it is necessary to constantly correct and repeatedly confirm to ensure the correctness of the transmitted information....

In contrast, the more primitive method of communication has become the most secure way to communicate under the undead sky...

"Huh-huh..." The necromancer, who had extremely poor physical attributes, had to slow down and gasp for breath after running at a rapid pace for a while.

"... In a hurry... Confused..."

"Lao Tzu is not without something to ride, why... Why do you have to move it yourself..." Just

as the necromancer was about to open the undead space to summon his mount, he suddenly felt an incomparably small strange feeling coming from his nostrils.

He didn't dare to slacken, quickly mobilized his mental power, and repeatedly checked his nose several times.

But nothing was wrong.

"Strange, could it be that I overthought it?"

Whispering to himself, the necromancer planned to put this trivial episode behind him, continue to summon his mount, and free his legs.

But just when he was about to use his mind to open the undead space, that strange feeling entered his brain again.

At this time, the necromancer did not dare to snub.

He directly applied a series of defensive skills to himself, protecting himself from head to toe, and looked around with full vigilance.

The group of high-level thug undead who surrounded him also raised their vigilance under his spiritual command, always paying attention to the surrounding wind and grass.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds....

One minute, two minutes, three minutes....

In the blink of an eye, six minutes passed.

"What the hell is going on?" The necromancer rubbed the bridge of his tall nose and whispered.

Hot beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his old face, which had been a little pale because he had lost sight of the day, became extremely rosy due to congestion.

He knew that absolutely what had just happened, but he didn't find out.

The unknown creates infinite fear.

The more people know, the more fear they have when they encounter the unknown....

"Is it a curse?"

As soon as he had this thought, he suddenly felt that his respiratory tract had changed, and flesh shoots grew from the flesh wall of his respiratory tract, entangled with each other, ready to block his respiratory tract.

"Damn !!"

He had never encountered such a situation, and for a while, he was so frightened that his face was bloodless and he was at a loss.

However, he quickly calmed down.

The look of horror in his eyes was quickly replaced by tyranny.

I saw that he opened the space of the dead with his backhand, and from it summoned dozens of insects that were not the size of ants, but had two pincers, wings, and fierce faces.

Without saying a word, he directly opened his mouth and allowed these dozens of insects to fly into his mouth and burrow into his respiratory tract.

These fierce-looking insects, like skilled surgeons, wield their pliers to quickly and precisely grow granulation on the flesh wall of the respiratory tract and uproot them....

Only at this time did the necromancer discover the culprit that caused all this in the ever-increasing mental scanning.

Zombie fog bugs as small as dust.

"Damn it!"

If you find the problem, you have to save time and effort to deal with it.

A look of determination flashed across the necromancer's face.

I saw that he raised his hand and released a cloud of green Nether Flame, put it to his mouth, and inhaled it violently, and then sucked it all into his nose.

In an instant, a pungent smell of meat mixed with an aroma similar to that of grilled crayfish came from the necromancer's nasal cavity...

Wang Ye, who was rushing towards this side, roughly sensed this scene through his perception of the misty field.

"Groove!"

"This is no longer ruthless! What the is a werewolf!!

"Big brother, big brother, cow, cow!"

"This guy is a necromancer! If an ordinary person comes to such a moment, even if it is not dead, it is also a proper esophageal cancer! "

The easiest way to deal with zombie fog insects is mental attack.

No matter how bad it is, you can use some poison...

Wang Ye really didn't expect that this guy's brain circuit was so strange....

In fact, it's no wonder that the necromancer is stupid.

Anyone who carefully scans with mental power many times and there is no problem will unconsciously produce a cognitive bias.

This kind of thing is not afraid of spiritual power....

Under such cognitive biases, it is not incomprehensible that a necromancer would do this....

"Hmph..." The necromancer reached out and blocked one of his nostrils and blew it outward.

A stream of black smoke, mixed with two scorched black insect corpses, flew out of the necromancer's nostrils and crashed into the mage shield in front of the necromancer.

"Whew

..." "It's so dangerous..." "It's

even poisonous..."

the necromancer looked at the pool of stains on the mage's shield with a palpitation, and muttered in a somewhat happy whisper.

Turning his head to look at the fog behind him, he couldn't help but snort, and without saying a word, he summoned a multi-legged centipede with a strange shape and a body length of tens of meters, and ran madly with a group of high-level undead thugs.

After this experience, he has completely lost the courage to give it a go.

That unknown enemy is really weird.

He had been a necromancer for so long, had come into contact with countless types of undead, and absorbed a huge amount of knowledge, but he had never heard of the existence of such undead creatures...

Unfortunately, the toss just now wasted a lot of time.

"Roar!"

A loud hissing sound came from the fog behind him.

With the churning of gray and white mist, the gluttonous general twisted his thick waist and rushed out of it.

The necromancer who was lying on the back of the multi-legged centipede to fill himself with a potion, just glanced back at it, and happily threw down dozens of twenty-five or six level high-level thugs after the hall of the undead, and he turned around and accelerated in the opposite direction where the gluttonous general appeared...

The gluttonous general, who was taught a lesson by Wang Ye, did not dare to eat greedy at this time, and after a few tails flew the undead who were blocking the way, he chased straight after him.

Seeing this, the necromancer felt a cross in his heart, and except for the two level 27 resentful ghosts (belonging to the zombie-corpse witch class, the law system undead), all the high-level undead thugs would stay behind the hall...

His Broken Cauldron is effective.

Even a gluttonous general with a level of up to 28 can not chase the necromancer fiercely when facing a bunch of twenty-fifty or sixty, or even level 27 undead sieges, and can only actively fight...

However, if the battle is won, it is a good strategy to break the cauldron and sink the boat, which can be praised for thousands of years, but if you lose, it is a cocoon and self-restraint and self-death....

Wang Ye stood in the middle of the road and smiled at the oncoming necromancer: "Hey, big brother, give me another fire-breathing show..."