Lord of the Undead: Age of Scourge

"Strange

..." "How did it become so big..." In

the central area of Hill City, the old necromancer who was presiding over the construction of the Blood Pool of the Dead, after dealing with the matter at hand, turned his head to look at the growing fog-shrouded area in the northeast direction of the city, and made a sound of surprise.

Immediately, he directly communicated with the red-eyed bat swarm hidden in the undead sky.

A moment later, a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

The scope of the fog has far exceeded his expectations.

Covering one-tenth of the urban area of Hill!!

Terrible!

Although at this time, the undead sky curtain had shrouded the entire Hill City.

But the difficulty of the two is not a level at all.

One is a surface and the other is a body.

One has only a gain effect, and the other is a full range of perception and interference.

He secretly estimated that if he mastered the Mist Realm, if he wanted to create such a large area of the Mist Realm, even if he consumed all his mana, he would not be able to do it.

You need to replenish mana and create it at the same time.

If you want to save a certain amount of mana for backup.

To achieve such an effect, it will take at least a day to achieve it....

But what about the other side?

Three hours? Or two hours?

Or, the opponent's level is extremely high, and the mana is extremely strong, which can support such a large-scale mana consumption...

Or, the opponent's mana recovery effect is amazing, allowing consumption and replenishment to achieve a certain balance...

Or, the level of the opponent's fog realm is terrifying, and it can consume less mana to create a large area of fog...

He didn't know which of the three or more of these three was occupied, he only knew one thing.

Among those necromancers who came to Hill City with him, there would definitely not be such a existence!

If there is, it will not be his turn to be in charge!

"Or is this guy sent by an adult on a secret mission?"

The cruel living environment of the Tower of Dry Bone has made the necromancers develop the instinct to think more when things happen.

This old necromancer, who has lived in the Tower of Dry Bones all his life, has seen countless intrigues and tricks, killing each other, and knows the importance of thinking too much in the Tower of Dry Bones.

He turned his head to look at the progress of the construction of the Blood Pool of the Dead, looked down and pondered for a moment, and then released the three owl messengers.

"The area that Poppy is responsible for, if there is an abnormal situation, quickly find out!"

He is now going to preside over the construction of the blood pool of the dead, and he can't leave, but he has his subordinates to order!

In the case of this situation is unknown, letting the subordinates find out the situation is the only choice that almost all those in power will make....

The danger is your subordinates, the opportunity is your own....

Moreover, if it is dangerous, you can also take the opportunity to eliminate a few "personality" subordinates and reduce a few people who share the cake....

With the blessing of the heavenly curtain of the dead, the owl messenger flew extremely fast, and in a short time flew to the side of their respective targets, conveying the orders of the old necromancer.

"Damn it! This damn old thing!

"Good things can't think of the old lady, bad things think of me first

..." "Isn't it that I didn't let you uncover the rules back then..."

Looking at the owl messenger who flew back into the undead sky, an old necromancer with a tall figure let out a series of low curses.

After scolding, she turned to look northeast and laughed nervously, "Poppy... Cluck... Poppy little cutie, I'm looking for you... Giggle..." In

another place, a ruddy-faced necromancer was crouching in front of a boiling cauldron, vigorously throwing "firewood" under the cauldron.

In the cauldron, an unknown milky white viscous liquid, under the cauldron, is a corpse that is being quickly devoured by green ghost fire...

Listening to the old voice coming out of the mouth of the owl messenger, he picked his ears impatiently and directly refused: "Don't you see that I'm busy?" Let others go, don't bother me! "

Goo..." The owl messenger's face unexpectedly showed a touch of anger, and he opened his mouth and screamed: "Daring, you dare to disobey... Mutter...

"Unfortunately, the furious owl messenger had not finished sending a squeak when it was pinched by a pair of invisible big hands and pressed directly into the boiling cauldron....

"An animal who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive dares to yell at me?!"

"It's your master, you have to discuss with me if you have anything!"

"What are you!!

"It's just right, my pot of soup still lacks a medicine introduction for high-IQ undead

..." "It's really time..."

After cursing for a while, he summoned a few Lichs, and after explaining to the other party a few times, he turned back three times in one step, reluctantly left the cauldron, and walked towards the northeast of the city....

"Boom!"

The last owl messenger, after circling outside a tall building several times, finally plucked up the courage and slammed into the high-strength tempered glass outside the tall building.

The combat effectiveness of the owl messenger is about equal to the five slags of war.

As undead creatures, while all undead dreamed of extremely high intelligence, they were unusually unlucky not to have the slightest talent for spell casting.

If they hadn't had good agility attributes, they would probably have been abandoned by necromancers...

However, fighting five slags is fighting five scum.

In front of the high-strength tempered glass, the owl messenger accidentally hit his head and broke the blood flow, almost knocking out the brain pulp on the spot.

In the room, a skinny necromancer was holding a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, slowly dissecting a with a ruddy face and rolling white eyes.

In the corner of the large room, lifelike women's skins are neatly stacked together, half a meter thick.

In the other corner of the room, stands a bone prison of Bai Sensen, where dozens of women of various ages are held.

These women are fixed in place by some kind of force, unable to move anything except breathe and eyeballs.

They stood in unison by the bone prison, their eyes wide to the extreme, desperately watching the slow movements of the necromancer...

A slight tremor from the tempered glass caused the necromancer's hand to deflect slightly, making an extremely slight scratch on the bleeding skin.

"Damn !!"

A stream of green ghost fire erupted from the necromancer's mouth, directly burning the failed "material".

"Click!"

The high-strength glass was shattered by a senbai bone hand.

"If you don't give me a satisfactory reason! Then I will definitely skin you alive!! Looking

at the owl messenger pinched in front of him by the bone hand, the necromancer roared with fire-breathing eyes....