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"Cosettes, sorry, I seem to be in a hurry. Although I am a little embarrassed to you, we will talk about it here. I wish you victory."

Di Miguos suddenly interrupted the conversation, and the "message" disappeared.

Cosettes guessed why he was so panicked that he was calm, and turned his gaze to someone in the room. He saw Antema throwing out the tattered spell from his forehead.

As a magician, she used a spell, which means-

Everything is too late.

Well, it should be the right time to send the undead to be retained until the end. However, does this action really serve the purpose of the owner?

Cosettes may be the first time to carefully consider the true intentions under the master's order. However, really only one conclusion can be drawn.

Cosettes launched the "message" magic.

"--Commander, the great magician of the deceased, let's attack, let the lizardmen see your power."

The skinny body wore a luxurious—but very old robe, with one hand holding a twisted cane. The face of corruption began to appear as if there was only a thin layer of skin on the bone, and the appearance of evil wisdom. Its body emits negative energy and envelopes the whole body like a mist.

This magic chanter of the undead is precisely the great magician of the dead.

The undead accepted Corsetus' order and glanced at the wetland. Then, he ordered to stand behind him, just like himself, from the same supreme hand, a blood-skinned giant who had bright red skin and fat.

"Get rid of the three lizardmen."

The two flesh-and-blood giants accepted the order and went to annihilate the three lizardmen of the Cavalry Corps.

Although the flesh and blood giant is a low-level undead who can only attack with brute force, it has regeneration ability. Therefore, when it is subjected to a pure physical attack of the same level, it takes some time to be defeated.

The great magician of the dead believes that the flesh and blood giant can fully delay the time.

This is indeed a stupid strategy. Because the dead magician who is a magic chanter is not good at melee combat, in general, it is the correct method of warfare to have a flesh and blood giant on his side.

However, that kind of combat method cannot be adopted now.

The command given was "Let the Lizardmen see their power". Therefore, he must alone capture the Lizardmen's stronghold with overwhelming power.

The great magician of the deceased moved forward, and at the same time twisted his terrifying face with a soft laugh.

He felt it was a breeze.

Because he was created by the Supreme Supreme Anz Oul Kung personally, he is far stronger than the great magicians of the dead who automatically emerged in Nazarek, and his task is only to show his powerful power to the lizardmen.

He vowed to win in the name given by his master.

"I Igfa will definitely dedicate victory to his master."

Ma Yuan who peered into the scene from the crystal screen shrugged and said to Anz: "Your subordinates still don't seem to realize your intention."

Anz scratched his skull, but he was also quite helpless: "After all, it used to be some procedures... Even if you really can't make progress, there is no way..."

"Don't comfort yourself anymore?" Ma Yuan interrupted him unkindly. "But there are still smart people. I think Dimegous understands what you mean by doing this."

"He is indeed very smart." Anz nodded.

"Keep reading." Ma Yuan pointed to the screen.

The lizards who swept the beast zombies were so tired that they hung their shoulders and let out a breath. Although there was sorrow in their faces, there was also a faint smile.

It is true that a lot of people were injured, but it is only lucky to suffer such injuries. If the Wetland Elf didn’t participate in the war...no, maybe as long as it appeared a little later, the formation would collapse and everything would be disintegrated.

"Let's go."

The long voice of the warrior sounded, this is the voice of the declaration of war.

Everybody's body was weak and weak due to fatigue, and it took a little effort to pick up the weapon, and even less to wave. Although they were exhausted, the war was not over.

In addition to solving the remote zombie group, it is also necessary to guard against the enemy's backup troops.

"Okay, take the seriously injured back to the village, and the rest follow us--"

Suddenly a flame burst into the sound.

The high temperature enveloped all around, and the two elves in the center of the flames danced swaying.

After the flames disappeared as if they had never appeared, the two elves were already miserable. Just burned, the two elves immediately became half destroyed.

Before everyone could make a scream, the flames raged again and again to pursue them. The elf could not resist the attack, the body began to disintegrate and disappeared into the flames.

After the elves who showed amazing strength to the beast zombies disappeared like illusions, the heads of the lizards could not keep up with the development of the situation, and they were all confused.

What happened?

They knew that the wetland elves had been wiped out, but they desperately refused to understand this fact. Because if the two wetland elves are really wiped out, it means that there are monsters stronger than them are gradually approaching.

The lizardmen looked away because of the confusion and unstoppable fear. When they saw an undead in the distance, the fireball came out from the undead again.

A fireball the size of a human head traversed the sky straight and flew into the leading force in the Lizardmen Group.

Generally speaking, fire will disappear as soon as it touches water, but this fireball is a phenomenon generated by magic, so the common sense that is taken for granted will also be subverted. The moment the fireball hits the surface of the water, as if it hits the hard ground, a fire tornado is generated centering on the place of the impact.

The blazing fire enveloped several lizardmen-and then disappeared.

Hallucinations-the anxiety that makes this feeling disappear. However, the smell of burnt flesh coming from the waves-those lizards who collapsed on the ground were definitely not an illusion.

The undead are advancing at a slow pace, so elegant that they feel arrogant. That is the pace of a strong man who is confident in his own strength.

Just as the Lizardman hesitated, whether or not to assault as desperately as the previous Skeleton Archer had destroyed, the fireball attacked again.

The fireball exploded violently and instantly killed the lizards around.

This is the overwhelming power. It feels like a game before.

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