Since there is a necromancer profession in this world, this necromancer magic has almost not been weakened, and this is the first time Mo Wen has used this magic. After all, the impact of necromancer magic in Harry Potter's world is not very good.

Seeing the skeletons and zombies gathered over, Mo Wen's face showed a faint smile. Hundreds of death armies gathered under his command. It was not that Mo Wen's magic power was not enough to summon more, but that if there were too many, it would attract the attention of the origin of the world. You should know that the top necromancers could control at most 36 undead spirits without considering equipment assistance, but nearly a hundred undead spirits should be enough.

A ball of golden spiritual energy burst out from Mo Wen's body, attacking the spiritual energy - power.

As the earliest attacking spiritual energy mastered, Mo Wen's power spiritual energy can spread to about fifty meters. Although the amplification effect has been weakened, it is enough to increase the power of these undead spirits to another level.

"Go and kill me all the creatures you can see!" Mo Wen's low voice rang out on the quiet street.

The next moment the deceased's army started to take action!

The sound of crisp bones hitting the ground, and the whispers of the dead spread, and skeletons and zombies began to wander the streets.

The whole Tristram fell into unprecedented turmoil. A group of undead creatures from nowhere were like crazy. They killed monsters when they saw them. Countless hell creatures died in their hands, killing, blood, and death. For a moment, Tristram seemed to have returned to the night when the hell army came, but the target of the killing was changed this time.

The relationship that could not be said to be harmonious immediately broke down, and the hell creatures also began to fight. The skeletons gathered together to rush towards the destruction. The night clan waved his sickles randomly, and all the hell creatures were red-eyed. They seemed to have returned to hell, not caring who the enemy was or how many enemies there were. The cruelty in their bones was completely awakened by the sudden killing.

In just one hour, Tristram was once again caught in the war.

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At a corner near the square, Lilian frowned and looked in one direction.

Not long ago, the whole of Tristram was like a dead cage. Although it was gloomy, there was murderous intent everywhere. At this moment, it was like a boiling oil pan. All the hell creatures were crazy and attacked regardless of their enemies.

The turmoil first came from that direction, and it was also the direction where Mo Wen began to search.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lilian said to herself. Mo Wen is becoming more and more mysterious in her eyes now, but then she turned her head again. The task is still important.

In the square, among several wooden hanging cages, an old man in a robe was looking in a direction with a dull look. He was the only survivor in the hanging cages, while the others had long turned into mummies.

Below the cage was a group of monsters, the Desolate Demon Wizard, the Skeleton Shooter, and the Night Clan. Each of them was an elite-level existence. The most important thing was that there was a tall figure among them, with a belt in red clothes. Whether it was the sturdy body or the throbbing flames in his eyes, it meant that it was not easy to mess with.

He is a monster at the leader level, and should also be the leader of the Dark Wanderer who stayed to command the entire Hell Army.

"Griswald," a name appeared in Lilian's mind. Unexpectedly, he fell into depravity. Maybe it should be said that his body fell into depravity.

While secretly estimating his chance to win in his heart, Lilian shook her head. Even if she was already a fourth-level Amazon, she could not deal with so many advanced monsters at once.

Do you want to give up? Or go find Modi to act together? The fourth-level paladin paired with the fourth-level Amazon should have a chance of winning.

However, the pride in his heart made Lilian unwilling to rely on the power of others, even if this person was unheard of.

While Lilian was pondering, things turned around and Tristrime's commotion became more and more intense. The leading leader monster finally couldn't hold it anymore. He looked around and with the last command, he left with several elite monsters and walked towards the beginning of the turmoil. Only a group of ordinary monsters were left in the spot.

Opportunity! Lilian's eyes lit up and she quietly held the bow and arrow in her hand.

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On the other side, Mo Wen was leading the army of the dead to kill Tristrim everywhere. With the amplification of spiritual energy, these skeletons and zombies burst out with amazing lethality, fearless and extremely powerful. An elite Dark Night clan had just broken a skeleton and was hugged by the zombies that followed. Then they were rushed up by the skeletons and dismembered the corpse. Its body was soon used by Mo Wen, and a skeleton that looked particularly strong replaced the broken one.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wen cleared another street, but unfortunately he still didn't find Werte's feet. However, the elite Dark Night clan contributed a good sickle.

Just as Mo Wen was about to move towards another street, a tall figure and several elite monsters stopped his army.

The fiery red clothes, the muscles were incised, and the jumping fire flashed in the eyes.

Griswald, probably the top blacksmith in the Dark World, the Paladin's top suit Griswald's legend was his hand and it was also the most touching item. Unfortunately, this suit is obviously not in his hands now.

Griswald should be the leader of Diapolo staying to guard Tristram. At this time, it was shouting loudly at the undead under Mo Wen, as if it was questioning them.

Unfortunately, the undead under Mo Wen had no intention of paying attention to it. They loyally executed Mo Wen's orders, and nearly a hundred monsters rushed towards Griswalde.

Griswald seemed a little surprised, but he didn't expect that these necromancers would dare to disobey its orders, and then he was furious.

He smashed a close skeleton with one punch, then opened his bows left and right, and the skeletons that were approaching it were smashed into pieces. The zombie tried to hug its body, but it suddenly threw it away.

Griswalder was like a ferocious beast, raging among the dead, with fragments of bones splashing everywhere, as if it was raining.

Suddenly a huge ball of flame exploded on its body, covering it with the undead around it.

The undead around it was immediately cleared up, but Griswald was not feeling well. It wailed in pain, its whole body was charred, and its body that had died once even smelled of barbecue. Its eyes stared in one direction, - surrounded by the undead, Mo Wen held a magic wand with a forehand, with a sneer on his face.

Looking at the figure of the human, Griswald suddenly realized that all this was done by the human in front of him. He howled and wanted to pounce on Mo Wen, but the undead pounced on him again.

A ball of cold spiritual energy spread out, and Griswald, who had smashed a skeleton into pieces, made a stern move, and the biting cold seemed to seep into its dead body, and the movements involuntarily slowed down.

I saw that every undead in front of it had a light blue halo under its feet, and the entire street seemed to be rendered into a blue ocean.

Holy Frozen.

Scars appeared on Gracewald's sturdy body. It was slow to move and could no longer kill the undead smoothly. Instead, the undead kept adding wounds to its body.

Ice cone, lightning beam, fireball technique, and magic from Mo Wen's hand kept shooting out, hitting the dark Griswald.
Chapter completed!