Chapter 17: Necromancer

The fireball cast by Lin Yi was several meters in diameter, so large that it was exaggerated, and its power was so powerful that it killed hundreds of undead creatures in an instant, which immediately attracted the attention of many high-level undead.

"Elf, male?"

"And he is a fire magician with a level of nine!"

"Aren't all elves female? How can there be male elves!"

"No matter, rush in!"

"Kill all the elves and overthrow the tree of life!"

Some high-level undead were shaking their spiritual consciousness to give orders.

The mighty undead army rushed towards the elf army gathered in the center of the square like a tide, carrying countless magic attacks and dense rain of arrows.

In the process, a large number of undead creatures fell to the ground.

In particular, the magic skills from more than a hundred elf magicians caused huge casualties to the undead army.

But even so, the undead army did not retreat a single step.

Soon, the two legions collided with each other.

The sound of metal and iron clashing was dense and harsh.

Hundreds of elven swordsmen formed a solid defense line, and forcibly resisted the charge of the undead army. Even if there were undead knights rushing over, they were forcibly cut down by them.

Each elven swordsman mastered superb sword skills.

Their figures were flexible, passing through the afterimages and shuttling under the swords of the enemies.

The sharp elven swords in their hands outlined pieces of dazzling sword light.

Soon, a large number of incomplete corpses of undead creatures piled up around them.

However, the number of undead creatures was too large.

As time passed, more and more undead creatures poured into the battlefield, and under the command of some high-level undead, they surrounded the elven army.

The elven army was forced to change its camp.

At the beginning, the camp of the elven army was square, and the elven swordsmen were at the front.

Now the camp has become circular.

The elven swordsmen still stood on the periphery, guarding the elven archers and elven magicians in the inner circle.

It seems that there is not much difference, but in fact, it is very disadvantageous to the elven swordsmen, because their defense line is longer and they have to face more enemies at the same time.

The only good news is that the destructive power of the elven magicians is quite amazing.

The high-level magic they cast can kill a large number of undead creatures every minute and every second.

And with the elven spring water to replenish magic power, they don’t have to worry about consumption at all. They cast various magic skills all the time, constantly increasing the casualties of the undead army.

This can greatly reduce the pressure on the elven swordsmen.

As for the elven archers, most of their attention is on the sky.

As the elven magicians change their attack targets, the threats from the sky can only be left to them to solve.

"This is a very elite elven army."

"Every elf has excellent equipment and rich combat experience."

"So far, we have lost more than 50,000 undead..."

Behind the battlefield, a group of undead magicians holding bone staffs are communicating with spiritual consciousness.

"We the undead are least afraid of the elite!"

"We can wear them out!"

"That's right!"

As they spoke, a group of undead magicians waved their bone staffs in unison, releasing a faint green light.

As the light passed, piles of undead creatures stood up from the ground.

Some of them were healed undead.

Some were revived new undead.

At this time, a large number of soul fire fragments were scattered on the battlefield.

If there were no special circumstances, these soul fire fragments would gradually dissipate and return to the origin of the world.

Under the guidance of the undead magicians' resurrection, these soul fire fragments gathered together and merged with the nearby corpses, and finally became new undead.

This is also one of the most terrifying things about undead creatures.

Although they seem fragile, their "vitality" is extremely tenacious.

"The Tree of Life is the spiritual pillar of the elves."

"We should send a group of undead to chop down the Tree of Life and defeat the morale of those elves."

"There are two giant trees there, which one is the Tree of Life?"

"Who cares? Chop both together!"

"That makes sense!"

With an order, a large number of undead creatures on the battlefield immediately gathered around the Tree of Life and the Ancient Tree of War not far away.

Lin Yi, who was in the center of the battlefield, also saw this scene.

However, he didn't take it to heart.

Because he had taken protective measures in advance.

Sure enough, when the undead approached the two ancient trees, with the Ancient Tree of War as the center, huge pillars of fire suddenly rose within a hundred meters around it.

The undead were caught off guard and were burned to ashes in large pieces.

That was another magic trap set by the elf female hunters.

And it was very dense, directly protecting the Ancient Tree of War in the center. Even high-level undead couldn't break through the pillar of fire to attack the Ancient Tree of War.

As for the Tree of Life, no pillar of fire appeared.

This attracted a large number of living undead creatures to surround it.

But in the end, no matter how hard they tried, they could not hurt the Tree of Life at all, but instead received the ridicule of the elves hiding in the tree.

The Tree of Life is the core building of the territory.

The system had told Lin Yi earlier that before the other buildings in the territory were destroyed, the Tree of Life would be invincible. Not to mention a group of low-level undead creatures, even if the saints and demigods came, they could not touch a leaf of the Tree of Life.

Therefore, Lin Yi did not let the elf hunters set up magic traps around the Tree of Life.

Just keep the ancient war tree.

If the ancient war tree is cut down, he will have to consume energy crystals to rebuild it.

Lin Yi immediately summoned an elf hunter and said to her: "Find a way to cross the battlefield and kill those undead magicians. Don't let them continue to revive the undead on the battlefield!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The elf hunter bowed and retreated.

A moment later, dozens of beautiful figures riding on wind leopards gathered together, and then tore through the camp of the undead army like sharp arrows.

During the process, a high-level undead knight team came to intercept.

But they were killed by the elf hunters in an instant.

The ninth-level level, plus the ninth-level Warcraft mount wind leopard, this combat power is not something that those undead knights can resist.

Defeated at the first encounter.

Those who escaped slowly were torn to pieces by the elven female hunters along with their undead mounts.

"Damn it! They are targeting us!"

"Retreat!"

The necromancers summoned more undead creatures to intercept them, and fled to the darkness outside the square with their companions.

The Zombie King they were loyal to was hiding in the darkness.

Swish, swish, swish...

Countless bone spikes broke through the air and attacked.

This was the magic cast by the necromancers.

The elven female hunters swung the short blades in their hands, smashing all the bone spikes very accurately, and then continued to chase without slowing down.

Not long after, the elven female hunters finally intercepted a group of undead magicians at the edge of the square, and raised their butcher knives without saying a word.

"Your Majesty, help!"

An undead magician asked for help from the darkness in the distance.

It was faintly visible.

Pairs of green soul fires floated in the darkness.

However, even after all the necromancers present were killed, the reinforcements from the darkness still did not appear.

For some reason, the Zombie King never took action.