"Shut up, how can this kind of technology, which you should know how great it is, have such a name."
Indeed, and it somewhat infringes the copyright of Fat Shark Plague 2.
Wosuolun raised his hand to prepare for the black special who was still in the shadow bubble just now, and moved his gray eyes towards Arkadiza.
"He should at least be called the Mist of Wosolon, or something like that."
Just as he was speaking, Wosolun stopped and raised his left hand. On it, a ring was shining.
"This is?"
Alkadiza was puzzled.
"My magic servant gave me a warning, I have to take action."
Wosolun shrugged his almost completely decayed shoulders.
"you……"
He remembered that Neferata said that no spells could be cast there, but where could the old vampire leave his servants?
"In the Blood Temple, I can also cast spells, and my methods are far better than that of the rat monster."
"I left a spellcasting elf as my messenger."
With that said, Wosuolun shook his head again and concentrated on manipulating the shadow wind above the ground. He had to send U***t there immediately.
The gray fog seems to never be seen through. All areas where the light is blocked are areas where they are concentrated, but in complete darkness, they become less dense.
Fortunately...
Wosolun looked up at the sky. The moonlight tonight seemed quite bright. The white and green moons hung in the sky. Fortunately, the green one was not very big today.
Otherwise, the monster's power may be strengthened.
The moonlight shines on the pyramid and the remaining black special objects, and the faint shadows cause the gray fog to continue to form.
These fogs are also produced by conspiracy and deception, so for mages with second vision, no one other than mages can deceive them.
The essence of the wind of shadow is secrecy and deception, and the principle of the shadow bridge is somewhat like deceiving the space, making them not aware of your appearance, and then moving across the space.
Unlike traditional portals that consume a lot of mana, because it is a deception, it consumes surprisingly little mana, but the rules for constructing this kind of spell are quite complicated.
If it were not for the existence of artifacts like the Guide Stone, Wosolun suspected that the spell that teleported the Wu** Special would be more like a shadow carrying them flying in the air to their destination.
In that case, the speed would not be much faster than asking Wu Suoran to get a batch of undead birds for transportation.
Seeing Alkadiza looking at his slow movements in confusion, Wosolun opened his mouth to explain.
"I can't be considered very familiar with the control of the Shadow Wind. After all, the total amount of time spent on it is only about ten to twenty years, maybe thirty or forty years, I can't remember. It’s so clear.”
"But it is far from comparable to my necromancy spell. Therefore, I can't remember some of the spell-casting techniques. The casting speed cannot be enhanced to the same level as my necromancy spell."
The gray mist gradually turned into a huge void, enveloping some black special objects. ….
"U*** agents, please stand in the shadow bridge. We have to start the first batch of teleportation."
Wosolun shouted to the remaining U***t.
The area created by the shadow wind he gathered at one time can transport about eight to twelve crows, but now there are only three standing in it.
However, the discipline of these former elite warriors was still sufficient, and the twelve black beasts quickly stood still in the void.
I saw Wosuolun throwing a big gray soft ball towards the black special who had talked to him before, and said seriously.
"Use the skills you had when you were alive, but don't fight hard, stall for time, give me about half an hour, preferably an hour. You bring these things over, if you can't hold them anymore, just crush them, I will Come here immediately."
"I know, monster. But I thought,
I can't use it. "
Wu**te's mouth was full of confidence. He didn't think that with the power of the gods, he needed the support of a monster.
It is obviously normal for the ancient champion warriors to have such arrogance. After all, in the past, they were the only warriors in a million, or even rarer ones.
"Don't be so confident. That monster may be stronger than Nagash. Oh, yes, you were all sealed before Nagash's rebellion. You don't know who he is."
Wosolun patted his head, which had been dead for many years and might have begun to become lucid. His pale eyes seemed to have soul fire burning, and he said to the black special agents with a strong warning.
"Then let me tell you, prepare to treat this battle as if you are fighting the gods."
"Are there such powerful monsters in this world?"
Even though their faces are carved from stone, the faces of the black specialties open and close like horned vipers, still revealing some contemptuous expressions.
"I'm reminding you of this monster! Please pay attention to me!"
Wosolun once again felt as if his body was about to come alive, and the feeling of anger burned in his long-dead body.
"I see."
U***t raised his hand and raised the huge sickle-shaped sword, signaling Wosolun to take action. He raised his claws and quickly applied the purple strengthening spell to those U***t that had not yet been fully covered, and controlled it. Send them away with shadow bubbles.
The power of the shadow was immediately consumed.
However, what is even more lacking is not the wind of shadows, but the wind of death that has been strengthening U**Spect from just now.
"The strengthened magic energy is not enough. Next, the power of the soul is needed to make up for it."
Wosolun's eyes were directed at the slaves and civilians who were tied aside, and he said to Arkadiza in a calm tone.
"In fact, the best soul is one that can use magic. The soul of a skilled wizard can replace the functions of hundreds or even thousands of people."
"you mean?"
Alkadiza looked at his apprentices and felt a chill in his heart.
Vampires are indeed different from humans. Is teaching magic to students actually to squeeze their souls clean?
Now, reconciling with the vampires may be a wrong decision, although he still believes that under the invasion of such a powerful foreign enemy, Nehekhara should not break out into conflicts because of its past habits. ….
Of course, if it weren't for the rat monster and those creatures called demons, he would definitely clean up Neferata and Lamia.
Maybe, after the threat is reduced, he will still do it?
There was a shadow in Alkadiza's heart.
Wosuolun looked at the gray mist coming out of Arkadiza's body under his second vision and rolled his eyes, even though his dry eyes were originally gray-white.
"Don't feel cruel. The soul is like currency to me. No, more like firewood. It is an effective fuel. But if you can give me more effective fuel, I don't have to consume so much."
"For example, that rat monster. No matter how you put it, he has too much mana, it's extremely abnormal."
Thinking of the general situation of the white-haired mouse, Wosolun became more and more afraid, so much so that his voice became more and more like cracked plastic.
"If it weren't for his mana, which is dozens of times stronger than mine, he can easily gather more energy than all my mana. With his spell-casting skills, I would have killed countless people."
"That alley was supposed to be his burial place. Who knew. He would create such a big disaster. I underestimated everyone in the world."
Although he said it was his fault, the violent overflow of Dal energy around him already showed that he was not at peace in his heart.
Being defeated by an enemy whose spellcasting ability, spell knowledge, or all other enemies were far inferior to him except for the amount of mana, this gave the old vampire a huge blow.
He felt that his efforts over the past four hundred years
All in the wrong direction.
Perhaps, his research direction should be used to improve his magic power first, rather than delving into spell-casting skills.
However, the various situations in Nehekhara in the past never made him feel that his magic power was not enough.
Wosolun certainly understood that all evolution would not skip necessary steps, but he was still unwilling to do so.
With his pale and dry eyes filled with hatred and anger, Wosolun looked at Alkadiza, recalled the white mouse, and said.
"He must have other sources of mana. Between battles, I saw him eating a green thing. Maybe that was magic fuel."
"I can promise you that as long as you get that kind of thing for me, I won't need to seize so many human souls. I will only need a few, maybe dozens, or hundreds of slaves. They are of no importance to Nehekhara. people."
"I will not risk Nehekhara's army marching north for your benefit."
Alkadiza refused righteously and turned away, no longer looking at the poor people who were being slaughtered by the mage apprentices with ritual daggers.
Wosolun looked at him without moving his eyes and asked softly.
"What about Nagash? He's still alive."
"How can you be so sure?"
On Arkadiza's dark face, the whites of the eyes outside the black pupils had a look of doubt.
Why did this old mage say that? Could it be that what the rat monster said was really true?
Unexpectedly, the old vampire revealed the shocking information himself, which made his eyes widen. ….
"I once tried to summon him. It was supposed to be a sure-to-succeed spell. I used his original throne, his father's bones, and his brother's blood to make multiple anchors."
"His soul, even though it was trapped in the deepest part of the afterlife, should have been brought to the living world by me, but he didn't appear. He was only pulled by the gusts of evil wind from the afterlife."
"The rat monster's statement explains all this. He is not dead at all."
Just as he was talking, a rapidly flying undead bird flew across the sky, and a scroll with stones was thrown in front of Wosolun.
After picking up the scroll, opening it and reading it quickly, Wosolun's expression changed drastically, and the flesh on his gray twisted face almost fell off.
Wosolun looked at Alkadiza with a solemn expression, and the latter asked immediately.
"What happened again?"
"Something happened to the mortal soldiers who returned to the military camp today."
"A large number of soldiers have mutated, and Dahl energy has appeared in the military camp with a high concentration!"
Alkadiza wanted to say something more, but was quickly stopped by Wosuoran's claws and continued.
"It's corruption. If the Dahl energy concentration is too high, other soldiers will also be affected. You have drank many life elixirs containing Neferata's life essence, and you will be fine. But ordinary mortals are different."
"I have only dealt with a few corrupted mortals. This must be stopped immediately."
Alkadiza sought the advice of the professional, perhaps a ghost, in front of him.
"What should we do specifically?"
Wosolun lowered his head, and in his brain, which no longer had any living nerves, the possible relevant magical knowledge he saw flashed through his mind.
"The source of the corruption should be the mutated soldiers. Kill those mutated soldiers and absorb Dahl, and everything will be fine. But where does the corruption come from? There should be no source of corruption in the military camp."
Thinking of this, he fell into a state of anxiety. He raised his head and looked at the king, and his broken bellows-like voice became more and more broken.
"I can't control that much. King of Khemri, take my apprentice to quell the commotion in the military camp. Your talents are just right for doing this kind of thing."
"My apprentices can collect Dahl very skillfully. Let them handle this energy. Don't let mortal soldiers be exposed there."
As he was speaking, he seemed to suddenly think of something.
"Wait a minute, I thought about it, demons! The only sources of corruption they may come into contact with are those monsters! You said that monsters will dissipate in this world after death."
"They come from the original place of magic, and the original magic is full of corruption. They must also be corrupted, but I don't know how it spreads."
The people of Nehekhara, including Volsolon, did not know that mortals would be corrupted by the sight of demons, so troops who had fought demons had to undergo special treatment.
Wosolun can only make inferences based on his knowledge of magic.
"All troops participating in the battle today, isolate them!"
"That's almost all of Lahmia's troops!"
"King of Khemri, this depends on your talents."
Alkadiza's brows furrowed. The remaining more than 30,000 soldiers - although there are many disabled soldiers among them - are guarding them without reinforcements?
Let him mobilize a ragtag group of dock workers, drunkards in the tavern, and civilians in the urban areas to watch over them?
Although Alkadiza believes that relying on his usual experience, there is no problem in mobilizing these people, but if these regular troops with wounded soldiers attack collectively, it is impossible for this group of people to stop them.
But Wosolun's instructions were not over yet. The gray fingers kept dangling in the air, as if they were trying to shake off his own.
"That rat monster's warning is true! Wait a minute, the location where I summoned zombies today also needs to be isolated."
As he spoke, Wosuoran took out a jade sign from his leather-lined bag. On it, necromancy runes mixed with the wind of death and Dar energy were engraved with gray luminous runes.
"Take this and go to this tavern. The address is here. It allows you to summon all the vampires in the city and ask them to block it. Don't let mortals get close!"
"Otherwise, we will have to face another plague. Your responsibility is heavy, King of Khemri."
Before Alkadiza could say anything more, a new shadow bubble enveloped the figures of Alkadiza and the four black-robed apprentices.
How can Tao survive when things perish?
