The Witcher: Elemental Lords

At this moment, both Corpse Sixty-Four and Corpse Sixty-Five wore unsightly expressions. If they had known this guy wasn't coming back, they would have launched a full-scale attack directly, and might have even seized a few wizard towers. Now, they've brought back the Tower of Babel, a seventh-level wizard tower, which is simply depressing.

However, Corpse Sixty-Four snorted coldly and said, "It's pointless to be upset now. Since the Tower of Babel is back, let all the sixth-level combatants mobilize. Those below the fifth level are just cannon fodder."

Corpse Sixty-Five's expression also turned serious. "Well, the Tower of Babel is a seventh-level wizard tower, and we don't know its power. If the sixth-level zombies can withstand it, perhaps we still have a chance of winning."

Water Shadow shook his head. "I'm not sure. Dolay's Tower of Babel hasn't been used in battle since it was built. It's an octagonal wizard tower, so its power is probably considerable. If its core is about strength, it might be very difficult to deal with."

He was responsible for intelligence, but he really didn't have any information about the Tower of Babel.

Not only had the Tower of Babel never been used, but it was also the first time anyone had even seen it. His colleagues' intelligence only contained four words:

Inscrutable depth.

"Then let's launch a full-scale attack. No need for fancy tactics."

Corpse Sixty-Four thought for a moment, his solemn brow furrowed as he stared at the wizard tower that had already landed in front of them, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

If they could take down Dolay, all these wizard towers, all these things, would be theirs. Each wizard tower was priceless. He was already excited in his heart. Six sixth-level wizard towers were like a windfall. Newly built wizard towers couldn't be that powerful.

The undead cheered and surged towards the valley. In just half a minute, under their full urging, the undead army had almost stormed five or six kilometers, nearing the wizard tower.

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As the Tower of Babel descended, Dolay looked at the construction progress. In about half an hour, he would be able to complete the final two towers.

He took a deep breath and said to Aisley beside him, "You control the six wizard towers and guard against the wizard behind us. Try to eliminate the ordinary undead as much as possible. I'll go and fight those two sixth-level undead warriors head-on."

Aisley was a little nervous and nodded heavily.

Dolay looked around to make sure there were no problems, then waved his hand, and a white light enveloped Aisley's figure.

He had sent Aisley away.

Now, only he was on the Tower of Babel. Dolay took a deep breath, then steered the Tower of Babel, and slowly rose again, heading towards the two undead wizards.

Inside the valley, the Tower of Babel flashed, and like a shooting star, shot towards the undead wizards.

In the sky, the two looked at each other and exchanged a glance with Water Shadow.

Water Shadow understood and disappeared behind them, stealthily heading towards the wizard tower cluster, planning to assassinate the controller hidden within.

The valley entrance was left to the two of them, while he would deal with Dolay's wizard tower cluster.

The Tower of Babel slowly stopped less than a kilometer in front of the two, and Dolay's figure appeared on the top of the wizard tower.

The three looked at each other, their eyes flashing with light. Behind Dolay, a strong storm began to slowly appear, while behind the two undead wizards, a dark image of the Grim Reaper emerged.

The Grim Reaper in this world was like a scarecrow wearing a black cloak and a skull mask, with an unclear face, holding a scythe like the Bone Demon God, but the handle of the scythe in the Grim Reaper's hand was longer, making it look more domineering, while the Bone Demon God's scythe had a longer blade and was more murderous.

At this moment, Corpse Sixty-Four and Corpse Sixty-Five slowly widened the distance between them and released their meditation techniques.

The biggest characteristic of undead wizards was that their own strength didn't decrease much when controlling undead. Dolay took the initiative to confront them head-on, and although they were somewhat afraid of the power of the Tower of Babel, they were not afraid of him.

How much power could a fifth-level wizard exert controlling a seventh-level wizard tower?

The three confronted each other.

In fact, Dolay couldn't use much power. Most of his power was on the clone side, working overtime to manufacture wizard towers. All he could do was use the power of the Tower of Babel, and even then, he couldn't use it completely. He still needed to buy time.

The Tower of Babel was very powerful, but with his current control, he probably couldn't kill the two of them in one go.

He steadied his mind, and his voice spread throughout the world.

"Undead wizards are hated by everyone. I thought the inheritance was almost extinct. I didn't expect there to be two such powerful sixth-level undead wizards. Amazing. I wonder if you two have the confidence to survive the seventh-level thunder tribulation. As far as I know, the tribulation success rate of undead meditation techniques is no higher than one percent."

Hearing this, the two undead wizards' faces were extremely gloomy. Tribulation? They had never thought about tribulation. They only wanted to linger at the sixth level for the rest of their lives. For undead wizards, tribulation was tantamount to courting death. Dolay was rubbing salt in their wounds, and he didn't even ask them which force they belonged to, obviously knowing it himself.

Corpse Sixty-Four snorted coldly at this moment, his heart filled with haze, and said in a cold tone, "He's stalling for time. Ignore him and attack directly."

Corpse Sixty-Five nodded in the distance. Dolay's words had increased his determination to kill by a thousand times. It was simply rubbing salt in his wounds.

The two attacked almost at the same time. They both raised their hands, and the substantial phantoms of magic power behind them raised their hands together, pointing in Dolay's direction.

A dark black light shot towards Dolay, containing a very high essence of death power. Just one glance made one feel their soul falling into darkness, the soul dead silent.

This was a standard sixth-level witchcraft, Death Strike, with immense power.

As soon as he spoke, the other party launched an attack, and Dolay knew that his plan to stall for time had failed.

The speed of the death light was very fast and extremely fierce. Dolay didn't dare to take it head-on and disappeared, directly hiding in the wizard tower to control it. At this time, a orange-red light emitted from the top of the wizard tower, and the aura of Li Fire enveloped the wizard tower, bringing a kind of light, scorching aura, dispelling darkness, dispelling death, dispelling everything.

Boom, the flames exploded, burning fiercely, enveloping the entire wizard tower.

The death light happened to shoot into the flames at this time, making a sizzling sound. Streaks of power exploded, impacted, and shot out. The flames rapidly decreased, while the death energy was also constantly consumed.

The power of death was obviously not a match for Li Fire and could not penetrate it at all.

After a second, the death light disappeared, and at the same time, the height of the flames was also reduced by half.

The two necromancers were shocked at the same time, "Vermilion Bird Li Fire, damn it."

However, they also saw that the amount of Li Fire was not much, even a little less. The death strike launched by the two of them basically wiped out half of the opponent's.

Where did he get the Li Fire from?

This was just a probing attack. After seeing the result, the two immediately launched other attacks, one on the left and one on the right.

Corpse Sixty-Four's meditation technique's gaze widened, and his mental power slowly unfolded, enveloping the world, releasing waves of mysterious energy to the surroundings, attempting to penetrate into the wizard tower.

At this time, Corpse Sixty-Five waved his hand, and magic power condensed around the phantom, and thick bone spears and bone swords appeared, stabbing fiercely towards the Tower of Babel.

Dolay's mental power was limited. Seeing the two attack again, he calmly activated the Tower of Babel's own defense.

A white light shot out from the tower, forming a white halo around it. At this time, he felt the power of the curse lingering.

The white halo slowly rose, excluding the power of the curse, and at this time, the bone spears and bone swords arrived.

Bang bang bang.

Like meteorites hitting the earth, the power contained in each bone spear was no less than a strike from a sixth-level warrior, hitting the white halo fiercely.