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War in the Wasteland 268 Invasion of the Undead (1)

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    The barbarians' opponents today were far from comparable to the elves they had encountered before.  They used maces that were powerful enough to destroy city gates. No one could imagine the power of this weapon when wielded on a human body.

    ¡°Some of these wounded soldiers had their lower bodies smashed off by heavy objects, and they were carried back with only strands of flesh hanging on their lower bodies. They stopped breathing halfway through.  Another one had a huge blade on the chest, but a wound that could only be caused with a mace on the back.  Each one of them was seriously injured, and the barbarian doctor responsible for treating them was completely helpless!

    This is not bad, at least someone can tell who these guys were through their corpses and can name them.

    It¡¯s like these savages are finished!

    Even if their bodies were sewn together with needles and threads, they would never be able to grow back in any case. In this wasteland, there is no need for anyone to distinguish and look for survivors, because all fools know that almost none of them can survive.  Survive!

    Many people did not die on the spot, but died of pain and although they were able to live for a while, the only purpose of their lingering lives seemed to be to let their commanders and comrades witness them up close.  The ferocity of these enemies.

    The almost dull gaze of the Barbarian President Commander Akamander was attracted by a wounded soldier being carried back.

    This tall barbarian warrior was held down by his three companions with all his strength. The pain made this strong warrior like a twitching locust, bending his skin, and couldn't help but jump up again and again, and then  It hit the ground hard again.  His jaw had been completely blown open, and the area on his face below his nose was like a broken porcelain jar, completely gone.  This made his voice sound like the vocal cords stuck in his throat were trembling, and he couldn't help but squeeze out a strange scream at that moment.

    And the most terrifying thing is his eyes!

    Even if Akamander was extremely courageous, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb at this scene.  This guy had a piece of flesh hanging from his face, and his eyeballs even dropped to his nose.  There is also an eye that has been filled with blood and has bulged into a bubble, protruding from most of the eye socket. It looks like a toad, bulging high as if blowing air, and there is still turbid blood inside.  spinning around.  Circle after circle, it is still smeared with flowing fireflies.

    The barbarian doctors responsible for the treatment chanted spells nervously, but they were unable to stop the warrior's eyeballs from continuing to become bloodshot.  The strong cranial pressure in his head caused the barbarian warrior's eyeballs to rapidly become filled with blood and swell crazily.

    This scene made everyone crazy!

    The doctor in charge of the treatment couldn't stand this scene any longer, so he roared and drew his sword.  Because no matter how much treatment is given, there is no way to revive such a wounded person.  Rather than letting these injuries continue to suffer death and pain, it is better to just end it for them!

    After hesitating for a moment, the blade in the doctor's hand finally pierced the barbarian's chest. The sharp tip of the blade cut open the heart, and the bloodshot eye just exploded.  Suddenly, a pool of smelly blood, accompanied by catkin-like crystals, sprayed all over the doctor's face.

    This scene happened to fall in Akamander¡¯s eyes.  He was so angry that he was breathing heavily, and his voice sounded like a bellows that had been torn apart wildly.  They forcibly held down the companions of the barbarian just now, and their bloody faces made everyone look at them like wild beasts from the prehistoric era.

    There are many types of weapons for opponents, including weapons that are unheard of from the Alliance, Horde, Empire, and the Wasteland.  This battle cost a total of 60,000 to 70,000 barbarians and consumed almost half of the adult men in the country.  And this number is a number that has not been reached in the past ten years during the conflict with the Elf Empire

    After getting this result, Akamander almost went crazy.

    He surrendered to the Lich Chinamos at all costs, and what he wanted was the territory of the entire Elf Empire But now this was just a battle in the Red City. In the future, he would have to face the three major coalition forces of the Alliance, the Horde, and the Elf Empire. Even if they fought  If the battle is won, how many adult men will be left in the entire barbarian country?

    Akamande clutched his head tightly.  This result is really unacceptable

    No monarch would want to have only the old, weak, women and children left in his territory. If that were the case, what would happen even if he owned the territory of the Elf Empire?

    Thinking of this, Akamander couldn't help but cast his eyes on Chinamos who had never spoken.  He started this battle and led it.  Now that so many people have been lost, not even a single Red City has been captured.??It can't help but make people feel sincerely angry, and it can even be said to be a collapse.

    But in this scene, Chinamos didn¡¯t move at all.  For him, a half-undead lich, this situation is something he likes to see very much.  For any undead, this situation is the best.  The more people who die on the battlefield, the better. The soul of any strong creature in life is a tonic for the undead, a source of strength.

    "It's a pity that these barbarians really have no ability to communicate with the elements, and they don't have much magic power in their bodies, so they didn't see this scene.

    "However, there are many capable people in the city. They all have a certain amount of magic power stored in their bodies, so they can clearly see these.  On each fallen corpse, there would be bits and pieces of gray, sticky spirit floating around. It was not very clear at first, but then it slowly turned into a small ghost.  Although Chinamos was sitting there without making any movement, it didn't mean that he had done nothing.

    Any creature will produce ghosts after death. These ghosts have no attack power or any power.  Because it does not become a spirit, it cannot cause harm to living creatures.  The same is true for the emergence of the undead. When ghosts become entities, the real undead are born.

    However, the generation of this kind of undead requires certain environments and conditions, such as mass graves, or magic conversion Of course, if you have resentment or thoughts during your lifetime, it is very easy to become an undead At best, these methods can only make the undead  With the power in front of you, if you want to be strong, you have to go through a period of strengthening.  And the same goes for Chinamosit took a while before he reached his current strength.

    And what this lich did was seen by many people in the Red City.

    Perhaps because of the existence of Chinamos, the Master of the Undead, almost every corpse has a spirit body.  These spirit bodies did not materialize. Instead, they swayed slightly in front of the corpse and quickly flew into the sky.

    Everyone saw it. The ghost on the corpse did not just fly away and disappear as usual. Instead, it gathered in the air and then converged into Chinamos's nasal cavity like a tide.

    His expression was very satisfied, like the pleasure after smoking marijuana.

    Akamande, with a group of guards, looked at the rescued soldiers with trembling eyes, and leaned down to observe them one by one.

    When I saw the end, the more I watched, the more frightened I became.  Akamander suddenly raised his head and looked at Chinamos, and forcefully let out a growl and growl from his throat that a beast would only have when it was forced into a desperate situation.  His eyes were bloodshot, and his thick, calloused hands were clasped like eagle talons. If he wasn't afraid of Chinamus' power, he would have wanted to pinch him now.

    However, the look in Chinamos's eyes finally made the commander who was almost losing his mind understand that if he disobeyed the lich now, his only fate would be no different from those of these soldiers who died on the battlefield.  Maybe the end will be even worse because he fully understands what kind of methods this lich will use!

    "Lord Lich, please allow me to blow the trumpet and withdraw the troops." Even Akamander, who was used to the battlefield, couldn't stand this situation, and finally couldn't help crying loudly.

    "Without my order, anyone who dares to take a step back will be shot to death!" Chinamos said coldly, looking at Akamander who was about to collapse.  This sentence completely threw the barbarian commander who still had a glimmer of hope into the cold palace!

    This lichdoes he want all the barbarians to die here?
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