The bone!

The white powder spread across the emerald ridge, squirming like an ant.

The Skeleton!

Behind Li tremor appeared a skeleton with a bow and arrow, two, three, ten, a hundred.

The old combat mage couldn’t tell how hundreds of skeleton archers had emerged, and at the front of the skeleton, a shield skeleton that was only ready was forming.

Between the shield skeletons, there are a skeleton assassin with a dagger, and the assassin's shoulder seems to have an undead mouse on his shoulder, and the undead mouse is constantly jumping, as if he is preparing to attack.

Whenever it falls, a palm appears in the army, holds it up, jumps gently, and falls on the shoulders of another undead assassin.

Three bone-mountains disappeared, but a large army of skeletons appeared.

"Li tremor, no matter how many of these things you have, under my copper rod, it's rubbish."

Skeletons are still being born, bone meal is still condensing, and everything happens in seconds.

Assassins, shield hands, throwers, archers, knights, a team of integrated Skeletons, fully formed the Skeleton Army.

“The clown!”

Roland said coldly, no matter how many skeletons, it is just a piece of paper, the amount in front of absolute power, is completely rubbish.

The Monarchy!

No one in Isengard could have hurt him, he was the only monarch.

Li tremors, no matter how to toss, are all ants.

The fire sticks flowed rapidly, and the red faded, giving rise to the golden luster that belonged to him alone.

“It is over!”

Stepping, the space collapses, the fire stick sweeps forward, and the trend of the plains has become a foregone conclusion.

Hip!

Like a light fire, in the army formed by those white bones, a fire suddenly appeared.

The fire of the soul.

The old battle mage looked at the first skeleton shooter, and the empty eyelids were instantly lit up, and the two, three, one piece of the open, was already on fire.

Touched!

At this moment, Roland iron rods are already above the White Bone Army.

The ash that should have been expected did not appear, suddenly blocked by a huge bone shield, groaning, a bone arrow in the way of drilling, only to Roland dead door.

Tintin!

There was a sound, although the bone arrow turned into bone powder, but it did not dissipate, turned into mud, firmly covered on Roland.

Roland's eyes were stunned, and the power of bondage came from his body, and these bone mist wanted to bind himself.

Delusions!

Thunder stick!

Above the iron rod, the electric bolt flashed, led by the stick, the whole body thunder, carrying the thunder, completely rushed into the army of white bones.

Touched!

Electric batons waving, bones splashing.

In the army of bones, the electric flash, the sound of explosions came and went, Roland was like a god of war, and every blow was carried with a thunderstorm.

The eyes swept, eyes pointed directly to the whole White Bone Corps center Li Tremor, footsteps trodden forward, countless skeletons crushed, a stick swept, the front is a blank.

The head!

Roland has just been reborn and does not want to be entangled here too much.

Li tremor is in front, originally to move forward, but has just expanded a space, actually filled with new skeletons.

Another stick!

But always forward, it is filled with new skeletons.

Li trembling was in front of him, but he could not catch it.

Roland wondered that he could not completely eliminate these skeletons, the army of the dead, endless.

“Everyone, go to war!”Roland came out, the battle mage in the distance quickly jumped into the army of the dead, the copper stick waving, the elements raging, the spirit of the spirit, surging out.

Skeleton fragments, scattered.

Before it was too late to be happy, it was attacked by the skeletons that came into existence, if it was not that these skeletons were too low-level, I am afraid they had fallen.

The Hurricane!

The battle mage rotates at high speed like a hurricane, and all attacks near it strike directly.

One, two, a total of 108.

The old battle mage is located in the middle, surrounded by four people to protect the Fa, in order to extend outward, the battle mage team seems to be chaotic, but like a round of discs in the white bone army.

Put some of it in, strangle quickly, push slowly, and fight steadily.

Li tremors in his heart, this group of combat mage seems to be born entirely for the battle, not greedy, not venture, even orderly.

Although there were only 108, it seemed to have been a fighting army.

He had seen the human mage, so that such a vigorous close battle could not be imagined, and once he was close, he would fall directly into a completely Jedi.

The battle mage's stick is more suitable for close combat, and the spell is only an auxiliary tool to support their rapid movement.

Everyone has a strong physique, so strong physique, in addition to the depths of the cold ice, Li tremor can not think of where in the place can be born such a powerful level of God.

Ordinary one can crush the god level like Tenip, if not blocked the barbarous country, I am afraid that this world has long been ruled by this group of terrible battle mages.

If it is not a unique environment created by Nyozo, it is not qualified to compete with this group of battle mage, not to mention the king of the Caucasus, Roland.

“My king, this army is given to us!”The old combat mage shot the newly born shield skeleton into powder and said loudly to Roland.

Roland had never felt so strange that in his monarchy realm he could not go out from this special army of undead.

I had to borrow the battle mage, and through the advancement of the team, step by step, I approached Li tremor.

But strange things happened, the battle mage kept moving forward, but Li tremors are always so close, as if in front of the eyes, but can not touch at all.

“He’s in control of this army!”The old fighting mage said that they were advancing, and the whole army of the undead was advancing, and no matter how opposed, they were at the center of the whole army.

Bone arrows, bone spears, bone claws, bone knives, all kinds of attacks fell on the red and copper skin, butdins sounded.

Although it can not cause fatal injury, it is firmly trapped in the army of the undead, trapped in the quagmire, and cannot extricate itself.

There is no way, now it is impossible to escape, they are the divine step, but the power is not endless, by the group of never-extinguishing skeletons continue to consume, sooner or later there will be a time to run out.

Roland also felt the unusualness of this army of the undead, even the ozu-class emperor, could not endlessly summon the undead.

At the moment, the number of skeletons destroyed at least reached tens of thousands.

But now there is no reduction of a skeleton around, as long as this army is not completely eliminated, it is impossible to hurt Li tremor a hair.

Completely destroyed!

Unless those bone meals are also gone, a substance is erased from this world.

He can't!

Even true demons can't do it.

The only way to do that is to banish them completely.

Roland could not figure out how he had fallen in, this special army of the undead had completely belonged to the monarch, and turned to look at his subordinates, who were sweating.

This is a very bad sign.

Hip!

In the army of pure white undead, suddenly a smear of red and bronze blood appeared, which was unusually conspicuous.

"No, I'm hurt.",

The old battle mage trembled in the heart, and the thing he was most afraid of happened, and this white-bone army was not a simple trapping function at all.

"Chief, there are other skeletons in the army."A combat mage picks a skeleton, although it looks exactly like an ordinary skeleton, but has a fine pore in the bones.

The pores are penetrating the mud-like black liquid.

“Corrosive acid.”The old combat mage copper stick danced into a whirlwind, instantly cracking the entire skeleton into powder, and sure enough the inside of the skeleton was hollowed out, injected with a light smell of acid.

Renovating the Skeletons!

Lee's tremors are a good show.

"Be careful, there are special skeletons in the Legion of the Dead, and don't let them be close."

Touched!

Before it could be seen, a black foam had rushed into the Legion of the Dead.

“What is it, stinky?”

“The Emerald Ridge rotten bomb!”The combat mage apparently did a detailed investigation of the Emerald Ridge and quickly covered his nose when the rotten bomb had just stinked.

They are strong, but they need to breathe.

“Sally!”