Although the sun has not yet set to the setting sun, the sky is still bright and clear, but suddenly a thunderbolt flashed to the east of the camp, and the dazzling light pierced the clouds, as if fangs made of electric light penetrated into the hills guarding the camp. .
This is a Druid's "Thunder Summoning Technique". Although its spell power is limited to 3-18 (3D6), the key is that it is a minute-level spell, and it can bring down thunder in every round.
If you have enough time, you can even kill fifty or sixty adventurers.
As these lightnings fell, they did not stop the fear in the hearts of the patrolling militiamen outside the camp. Even though they knew that their families were behind them, the fear of death was tormenting this group of people who had never been on the road two weeks ago. Ordinary people on the battlefield.
Because behind them was a terrifying scene that would give you nightmares even if you saw it in daylight.
Countless undead creatures, like ants climbing out of an ant nest after being scalded by boiling water, countless skeletons and zombies are tightly packed together, constantly moving towards the living people in the camp. Moving forward.
These skeletons look like ordinary human skeletons with power, except that the red light in their heads looks extremely weird.
The zombies that should only be resurrected by evil and dark spells are also squirming. They are like walking zombies without brains, swaying.
The bodies of the zombies seemed to be dragged out of the grave. Half of their bodies were completely rotten, and some of their organs were even eaten clean by insects. They were wrapped in shabby burial clothes, and an unpleasant stench filled the surroundings.
Normally, everyone would feel extremely disgusted when they were beating up skeletons or zombies that had just been "resurrected". Now when they saw this extremely ferocious undead army, they could only let out trembling screams.
Several crossbowmen in the bunker position hurriedly joined the retreat after shooting a few arrows and realizing that they were of little use.
A camp without high defensive walls built of rocks would be unable to stop the invasion of these undead creatures.
Not to mention, there are a group of more powerful undead creatures faintly following behind them. Incorporeal undead creatures such as resentful souls, shadows, banshees, ghosts, fear-bound spirits, and resentment-bound ghosts are directly suspended in the air. Floating in the void is the air force among the undead.
The larger Night Shadow and Soul Prisoner Demon were at the rear, also advancing with the undead army.
Finally, the retreat horn sounded again, telling the fleeing militiamen in front of them that they could finally walk back. The players who had been supporting them breathed a sigh of relief.
These players retreated to the rear when they saw something was wrong, but two careless players still failed to retreat in time and were tightly entangled by the undead tide, and then wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and then became corpses.
They didn't even have time to provide the most basic feedback, and they were directly crushed and eaten away by the numbers.
"Isn't this too exaggerated?"
When Zhao Xu saw this scene, even though his heart was completely calm, he couldn't help but say "f*ck".
The number is simply too exaggerated.
The entire wasteland with rolling hills in front of him was filled with dense legions of undead creatures.
Farther away, there is "a deep, dark pit" from which countless corpses can be seen climbing out, as if it were a mass grave.
Zhao Xu immediately launched the "SMS Technique" to the person in charge of the negotiation.
In the text message of no more than 25 words, he attached a cipher text code, so the other party would know that he was Zhongxia.
And the only requirement of this text message is to let the camp retreat as far as it can!
Unless a legendary mage appears here, no force in the wild and dead land at this moment, not even the priests of the gods, can withstand the torrent of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of "undead creatures"!
"Fireball, 'Maximize Spell', 'Expand Spell' (simulation)"
Zhao Xu saw the undead creatures swarming towards the front line where he was standing, and directly threw a fireball to clear the place.
Most of the undead creatures that are immune to many negative conditions still take all fire damage honestly.
It's just that the fireball spell, which originally had a radius of 6 meters, doubled the radius of action with the "Spell Expansion" expertise, increasing it to a radius of 12 meters.
Suddenly, all the undead creatures within the range of the fireball were tormented by the damage and kept flopping around, like drowning people.
But it's still a drop in the bucket, to no avail.
Zhao Xu could only shake his head when he saw this scene and continued to cast spells quietly.
"Supernatural Spell—War Spell: Greater Lightning Beam."
The next moment, a "lightning beam" more than 30 meters long and 6 meters wide, which can be called a lightning curtain, lay directly on the ground, cutting off the way to that area.
This high-energy power grid that suddenly appeared in the void immediately wiped out all the undead creatures in the long strip of area just now.
It's like spraying a wave of insecticide on the ant colony, which works very quickly, but it doesn't work at all when faced with the overall huge number.
"War Spell: Heat Wave (4th Ring)."
Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhao Xu still had to make up for this war spell quickly. Moreover, compared to the lightning beam, which was instantaneous, this low movable flame wall was also 30 meters long and could last for more than one round. .
But that’s all.
Zhao Xu looked at his several spells, but none of them were as decisive as usual, directly changing the situation.
He also knew in his heart that this war could no longer be ended with one or two spells.
The scene where Zhao Xu created a spell with a huge range and magnificent effects instantly attracted everyone's attention. However, as long as they did not fall into the enemy's hands at this moment, they would not suffer anything.
"God, save us!"
"God, if you have the guts, kill us right here, otherwise we humans will not fail."
From time to time, there were roars among the retreating crowd. Some were begging the gods of their new faith for help, while others were shouting and cursing because they did not believe in evil.
In this regard, Zhao Xu could only keep a close eye on the crowd. When he was about to catch up, he threw a "War Spell: Force Field Missile Storm".
This spell can target 25 hostile target creatures at each level, which is a full 800, within a radius of 12 meters. A single "force field missile" can also temporarily suppress the momentum of the undead creatures, leaving room for the crowd behind them. Lower gap.
But as Zhao Xu cleared the situation like this, the powerful undead creatures behind him immediately wrapped around him.
The sound of laughter and resentment full of death officially rang in his ears, announcing the return of death.
(End of chapter)