MTL - Red Dragon Roar-Chapter 427 Legion of the Undead
"My king, as you can see, these damned undead can't climb the steep storm cliffs at all, and the power of the angry lord will be a deadly hammer, smashing the shelves that try to surpass the skeleton."
Bitter Winter Frostbone stood at the front of the Frost Fortress. The towering figure ignored the storm swept by the big wind. His pupils were like frost that remained unchanged for ten thousand years.
The low temperature can freeze the skin and joints of the skeleton's action, weakening the combat effectiveness of the undead army as much as possible, but the characteristics of undead creatures that are not afraid of death will not give up the attack plan because of this factor.
Below is a pile of dead bones more than ten meters thick. The zombies and skeletons pulled out bone knives and plunged into the ice to climb up against the strong wind. They escaped the penetration of the ice spears, and they were about to reach the top. , Unexpectedly, it was followed by a huge ice ball, which fell freely against the cliff.
A large number of undead were smashed to shreds, and even the roaring wind and snow could not completely cover up the resounding sound of bone cracks.
Bing Dong Frostbone's icy eyes looked at the place shrouded in the fog of shadows. The fog of shadows had a special magic power that blocked the penetration of his vision.
The fog is equivalent to the cradle of the undead. He knows that only by killing the ruler of the undead legion and clearing the fog can he prevent the undead from being continuously created. At that time, he can turn passive into active and start to fight back!
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In the shadow and fog behind, the phosphorous fire was faint, and the light in the field was bright and dark, occasionally reflecting the face of the skeleton and the strange fire of the soul, which could not help but make people horrified, and the air was filled with a formidable breath.
In a place where black magic is abundant, the necromancer Malzaha stared at the crystal ball in his hand, and the situation on the frontline battlefield was unobstructed.
(Note: Malzaha is the necromancer sent by Ikales to the icefield, and the one who captured the Samoyed, see Chapter 412 for details)
The shriveled and thin body was hidden under the red robe, and the surrounding black magic surged rapidly, resounding like a ghostly roar.
Obviously, he was in a bad mood at the moment.
With such an attack method, it is estimated that even if all the undead are emptied, they will not be able to attack the storm cliffs.
However, before leaving Kazarin, Malzaha issued a military order to the Grand Duke of the Undead, which would include the endless ice fields west of the Winter Mountains into the realm of the Undead.
Right now, the frost giants are desperately resisting, and the attack of the low-level undead has little effect. It has been like this, but there is no way to see the dawn of victory in the war.
There was a huge corpse dragon lying on Malzaha's side, and only a cluster of faint soul fires were slowly beating in the huge eye sockets.
A cold and obscure voice sounded from under the red robe, and the content of the words made the fire of the souls of countless undead beating violently.
"I feel the breath of the Grand Duke, he is coming."
Malzaha looked at all the high-level undead gathered.
"What I didn't expect is that just a cliff will stop your footsteps. In any case, before the Grand Duke arrives, we must take this high ground! Unless, you want to embarrass the Grand Duke!"
A death knight riding a tall skeleton warhorse, staring at the cliff not far away, his body was burning with black soul fire, and the reckless blizzard melted before it approached.
The armors full of age rubbed against each other and made a sound. He said: "Great Inspector, the frost giants have pressed the entire Winter Legion here, and it may be difficult to blindly attack..."
Suddenly there was no sound from the leaking jawbone, because it found that the red-robed wizard was turning his head to look at him, and the necromantic magic surging around made the fire of the soul in his skull aware of the danger, and subconsciously shut his mouth.
Besides, he may be annihilated by the chief inspector with powerful black magic on the spot. This kind of thing has not happened before.
"Nicholas, you know very well that the advanced way of the undead is not easy. You started from an ignorant skeleton, and it took you a thousand years to get to your current status. The next step is a legend. You want to experience it again. Repeat this process?"
Malzaha said sadly, "As long as you nod your head, I don't mind sending you back to the necropolis now to start over!"
The death knight froze. Although the undead are not afraid of death, they are only for low-level undead. With his current strength, he has already opened his own independent consciousness. In other words, they are already special beings different from flesh and blood life. body.
Death will also dissipate their soul fire, even if they are revived in the necropolis, the new consciousness will not be him.
"Great Inspector, give the order, I will take the lead in the charge, drink blood, and let the shadows and mists permeate every corner of the glacier!" The red eyes were full of bloodthirsty desire.
The red-robed wizard snorted and stopped looking at him, turning to look at the giant dragon beside him and making a sound:
"Duneville, wake up the dead frost giants, and pile up all the high-level undead. Even if these frost giants have obtained the gift of the gods, the cannon fodder will almost consume their power."
"If you still can't beat this~www.novelbuddy.com~, you don't need the Grand Duke to take action, and all the garbage will just die!"
When the voice fell, it was like a giant dragon opening its vertical pupils to wake up, and the crimson soul fire rapidly expanded and filled the entire eye socket.
The corpse dragon trembled, smashed countless bones, and slowly opened its tattered dragon wings, exuding no less than the legendary ancient dragon pressure.
It looked back at the red-robed wizard, a dragon roar sounded, and the power of black magic spread out from its body! The ice surface cracked open, and hundreds of frost giants, wrapped in a terrifying aura, collectively opened their eyes, crawled out of the cracks, their eyes filled with soul fire, staring at the frost giants on the top of the mountain, their throats resounded like a beast. Roar.
The corpse dragon raised his head, and the red-robed wizard vacated and fell to the dragon's head to stand. He held the white bone scepter high and shrieked, and the soul ripples generated by black magic spread out, and the entire sea of skeletons rioted instantly!
"We have been trapped in the undead realm for tens of thousands of years. Now the time has come. The glacier is only the first stop. To occupy this cliff, the Grand Duke will lead us to conquer the whole world!"
The bone scepter in Mahazaha's hand emits a cold light: "For the sake of His Majesty Ikales, the undead army will win!"
In the fog of shadows, countless crimson soul fires roared in response.
"For the Undead Grand Duke—"
"The army of the undead will win—"
"attack!"
The red-robed wizard drove the bone dragon to rise from the darkness first, roaring, wrapped in rich necromantic magic, swept across the sky, and rushed towards the frost fortress ahead.
"After this battle, the endless ice field will belong to the undead!"
