Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 899: Explore
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"How is it?"
Filler just returned to his room when a thin, undead middle-aged man sprang out from nowhere, staring straight at him and asked. ≥top≥point≥small≥say, x.
"You scared me!" Feller was startled. He had a guilty conscience. He walked to the window and looked out and closed the door.
"No, I don't have a clue..." Feiler said helplessly, "It's impossible for Levy to listen to me. Before I started talking, he blocked me back with words..."
"This way..."
The undead middle-aged man walked around in the dark room annoyingly, and it took a long time to make up his mind and say, "It seems that Levy has been determined to follow that false god, and we don’t need to waste it on him. Time, Lord Adele’s undead army is coming, Feil...you are like this..."
The two talked and lowered their voices. At this time, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from a distance, in the direction of the room.
The undead middle-aged man suddenly changed his face when he heard that, he pushed Feiler abruptly, "Damn, are you betraying me?"
"I don't have one!"
Filler was also anxious when he heard it. He didn't know where he was showing his feet, but he didn't think that Cronia had already been eyeing him.
At this time, Levyd’s loud and rude voice came from outside the door, “Filler, stop resisting, who is that guy inside? Well, it doesn’t seem to belong to our stronghold... hand him over, you just It's all right!"
"What to do?" Feller's face paled in fright, his body trembling constantly with his hand on the handle of the staff, he knew how terrible Levy was.
The look on the face of the undead middle-aged man is uncertain, "The place is surrounded, there is no way, we have to rush out!"
"Kill!"
Fyler also gave up at this time, and his eyes were murderous.
"Boom..."
The two figures broke through the roof, but were shocked. They saw that heavily armed undead stood densely below, and Levid stood in the crowd, directing the soldiers to attack.
The heart of the undead middle-aged man suddenly sank to the bottom, and they had already discovered it.
"Kill..."
With a wave of the long sword in Levyd’s hand, countless undead magic rained down...
After killing the spy Feller, Levyd's expression became so gloomy that it took a long time before he waved his hand weakly.
"Come here!"
A lean, undead young man walked quickly to Levid.
"Where is Fismak's army now?"
"Report to Master Levid that they have crossed our border and are heading towards the stronghold. They are only more than 300 kilometers away from us..."
"What? It came so fast?" Levyd’s eyes flashed with astonishment. Three hundred kilometers seemed to be far away, but at the speed of the frost dragon, it was a little more than half a day, which means , Soon, his small stronghold is about to encounter Fismak's natural disaster army.
Levyd groaned for a moment, "Send my order, all soldiers in the stronghold will immediately implement the second plan!"
"It's...Master Levy..." the undead youth replied loudly.
Four hours later, when the sky just showed white belly, the calm stronghold suddenly began to vibrate, and then, the desolate horn sounded through the earth.
"What...what is that?"
"It's Fismak's Scourge... they are finally here..."
"Oh my god...the frost dragon...their frost dragons are dispatched..."
In the sky, there was an abrupt howl of a dragon, and then, the frosty breath rushing toward the face caused the undead in the entire stronghold to tremble.
"Calm... Calm..."
Levyd walked out of the room quickly, and yelled loudly. As the person in charge of the stronghold, he patrolled the stronghold every hour. He didn't slack in the slightest and only took a break at almost dawn. Unexpectedly, he didn't even have time to take off his armor, and the enemy came.
"Start the defense now!"
"Spirit Tower, prepare..."
"Necromancers...prepare..."
Under Levy's command, the entire stronghold became busy. Soldiers ran to their defensive positions. The "Poisoned Dragon Slaying Arrow" at the top of the stronghold also quickly turned.
At this time, three black spots appeared in the sky. With a huge roar, three huge frost dragons appeared above the stronghold, followed by thousands of elite gargoyles, Levid knew , They are just the vanguard of the Scourge.
At this time, a giant frost dragon roared and spit out a huge cloud of ice dust. Wherever the ice dust went, all the undead fought a cold war smartly, and the stronghold of the city was condensed like magic. A layer of tight ice.
"Attack..."
At this time, Levyd was determined to fight back. With his order, countless undead magic rose up in the stronghold. Those skulls burning with blue flames faced the frost dragon and elite stone statues in the sky. The ghost rushed away.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
Countless undead magic hit the Frost Dragon, sending out brilliant fireworks in the air. The Frost Dragon has a huge body and strong defensive power, but its speed is too slow. It is a living target in the air.
Although elite gargoyles are faster than frost dragons, their defenses are too weak. They can be shot down with just a single face. Even if they are not dead, they will become stone statues and can no longer participate in battle.
In the dome in the middle of the ghost tower, standing among the necromancers wearing black robes and bone armor, holding a bone staff, there is a huge magic circle engraved with mysterious patterns around them, through this strange magic Array, they release
The power of the undead magic that came out was more than doubled than usual.
Under such a intensive attack, a frost dragon was the first to be able to hold it, and saw it let out a desperate roar, and then the huge body fell downward.
"Boom..."
The huge frost dragon hit the hill next to the stronghold, and then fell heavily to the ground, making a loud noise, and a layer of white mist drifted away. The hair and eyebrows of the undead soldiers who got closer All are covered with a layer of hoarfrost.
"Long live..."
Looking at a frost dragon being destroyed, the undead soldiers in the stronghold made an excited call. Their morale was shocked, and all the targets immediately aimed at the remaining two frost dragons.
"Well done... that's it... aim... let go..."
Levyd shouted loudly, his face turned sickly flushed with excitement, and his first victory was a great honor for him and the undead in the stronghold.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
The battle is still going on. The flames and frost in the sky are fierce and fierce. For Levyd, it is extremely unfavorable for him to have no strong air force in the base, but the air force alone wants to break the defense. A strong stronghold is absolutely impossible.
Soon, the second frost dragon was also shot down. This time, it was the "Poison Slaying Dragon Arrow" located in the central tower of the stronghold. These were extremely slow and primitive defensive tools to activate and reload. , Only one shot can seriously damage the Frost Dragon.
The undead soldiers who control the "Poison Dragon Slaying Arrow" are very clear in their hearts that these expensive and rare "Poison Slaying Dragon Arrows" must not be wasted on those vulnerable gargoyles. Its target is the Frost Giant Long.
"Good job, little guys..."
Levyd exclaimed excitedly at the undead at the spire of the center of the stronghold, "I will personally give you credit in front of Lord Lich King after fighting this battle..."
"Kill!"
The undead soldier was like a rainbow, I saw him quickly turning the machine bracket, aiming at the last frost dragon, a huge arrow with black flame broke through the void, and whizzed out...
On a small hill next to him, Adele, the commander-in-chief of the "Scourge", watched the battle in the stronghold quietly, without saying a word for a long time.
The battlefield situation is not good for their side, but Adele didn't want to intervene. She didn't want to break this stronghold like a rock immediately. Her purpose was to test and test out the true strength of the opponent.
It is true that, in terms of the results, the strength of this "Scourge" that did not know where it came from is far beyond Adele's expectations.
The attack in the entire stronghold was neat and orderly. Although there was no strong air force and ground defense alone, it still fought vigorously. The commander of this stronghold was not a sloppy bag.
"Unexpectedly, they are more difficult to deal with than the Plague Legion..." Adele thought quietly, clenching his fists unknowingly...
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