Real elves vs fake elves

As if she sensed the confidence of her brothers, Clemena's attitude softened a little. After all, in the current situation, she still had to rely on the cooperation of the other party.

"I need you to give me a clear reason." Clemena tried to soften her tone. "The situation is extremely urgent now. Maybe the Cathedral has already heard about us."

"Only by accumulating enough strength as soon as possible can we contend with the Cathedral."

If necromancy could really compete with the Cathedral, then we guys wouldn't be hunted like dogs.

Several necromancers had similar thoughts almost at the same time, but they all tacitly kept silent about it.

"There's something wrong with the spread of the death aura."

Clemena: “Something’s wrong?”

Necromancer: "Yes, the range is too small, so small that it is completely beyond our estimation. It can be said that even if there is a serious error in the operation of our magic circle, the range of the death aura cannot be so small."

Clemena: "...So what do you mean?"

Necromancer: "There is a strong interference source near us."

"We have encountered similar situations before. When followers of the Great Cathedral appear near our casting site, the necromancy will be severely disrupted, and the failure rate will increase greatly. Even if the spell is successful, the effect will be greatly reduced."

"Those guys in the Cathedral are very good at handling incidents related to us, and they have many ways to restrain our spellcasting."

"That's true, but it's rare for the situation to be this serious this time. The range of the death aura is almost completely confined within this fortress. Although this place is a fortress facility to protect us, it now feels more like a cage that imprisons us."

"We're locked up."

Clemena was horrified by these words.

She knew in her heart that it was absolutely impossible for the other party to deceive her, which even made her feel panic.

"Are the people from the Cathedral here?!"

Necromancer: "No, it's not like their style. They don't do things so... violently."

Clemena almost thought she had heard it wrong.

The fanatics of the Grand Cathedral, who were known for their violent actions, were actually considered not violent enough by these necromancers?

Have you met a lunatic?

Even though she knew clearly that the group of people in front of her could not possibly deceive her, Clemena still couldn't help but think that these people were talking nonsense.

"Ah..." Before Clemena could continue to think, the necromancer looked up outside the city wall, as if there was something terrifying there that was attracting his attention. "It looks like they have made up their minds to come over."

"As your advisors, we would like to advise you to put aside your ridiculous ambitions for the throne. The most important thing for us right now is..."

"Live."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a horrifying vibration on the fortress wall. The noise was so terrifying that even the brainless zombies raised their heads and looked towards the direction of the sound.

A terrifying giant was lying on the city wall, revealing his hideous and terrifying face. His lifeless eyes were looking coldly into the city, like a hunter observing prey in a trap.

boom!

The horrifying vibration sounded again, and along with it, even large groups of zombies collapsed to the ground.

boom!

From the place where the vibration comes from and where the giant is, it can be easily judged that the giant is kicking the city gate with his feet. Judging from the cracks on the city gate, the city gate will be scrapped if it is kicked twice more.

"Ah...Tree man, look at this overflowing life energy. The zombies around him have even turned into corpses again." The necromancer sighed sincerely as he looked at the scene in front of him, "We are really the servants of others. Even dogs can come and kick us."

"I must have been kicked in the head by a donkey to choose this major. If I had known earlier, I would have followed in my father's footsteps and learned to build houses and do plastering."

Chapter 97: Deserted by Friends

Outside the fortress, a dozen tree people were cosplaying as Attack on Titan. Although they looked completely different, the meaning was indeed there.

Seeing this group of giant tree people tearing down the city gate with their bare hands, Aenarion was filled with emotion.

These nature spirits are obviously not only professional counterparts when fighting against the undead, they are also quite powerful when attacking a city. Just standing there, they are natural powerful siege weapons, a combination of a ladder and a battering ram.

Behind the giant tree man, a large number of tree men and elven warriors were eager to try. At the beginning, they were of course tormented by the death aura, but after Aenarion shook the tree man over, the offensive and defensive momentum was naturally reversed. Under the overwhelming blessing of natural aura, the elves began to tremble!

In the army, the priests of the Phoenix Church were blessing the weapons of the elven warriors. Many of these priests were more eager to try than the elven warriors, with an expression that said "I can't help but blow you up", and looked quite violent.

Finally, with the giant tree man's final kick, the city gate, which was already overwhelmed, finally collapsed and fell down. At the moment the city gate fell, a large number of zombies roared and rushed out of the fortress. Regardless of their combat effectiveness, judging from their appearance alone, this group of zombies was indeed very deterrent.

Facing these extremely violent zombies, the first group to go forward were not the elves' spearmen, but a group of heavily armored warriors wearing white lion fur, heavy armor and holding giant axes. This group of White Lion Guards were carefully selected elite warriors. In addition to their strong fighting skills, they were even more outstanding for their fanatical loyalty to Aenarion.

After the trial of hunting a crazy white lion with bare hands, they were not only granted the honor of physical strengthening, but also equipped with heavy weapons that were completely un-elven.

Watching this group of heavily armored axemen slashing down large swathes of zombies with their swords, watching their seemingly unstoppable heroic posture, watching them use their enhanced and unmatched brute force to chop several zombies in half at once, Aenarion was filled with emotion.

Look at it, look at it, how awesome is that kind of flesh-transforming machine used to create super soldiers? If we do more research in this area, we may be able to create a super soldier with two hearts and three lungs.

As a result, after getting this cheating machine, whether it is the elves or humans, the first thing they think of is not to create super soldiers, but to transform men/women according to their own XP...

You're living just for that little thing between your legs, right?

Not to mention creating a super soldier, just using it as a medical machine is as strong as a cheat.

The result is that this extremely powerful thing, other than using it to satisfy their own wishes, those bastards didn't even come up with any other uses for it...

Whenever he thought of this, Aenarion wanted to feel heartbroken.

"After many records and calculations, the strength of these White Lion Guards is generally seven to nine times that of ordinary elves. Their endurance is almost endless. They can fight continuously for a whole day in a high-intensity combat environment. This is almost at the level of dwarves."

Beside Aenarion, Nelos introduced them proudly. After all, the group of White Lion Guards in front of her could be considered her masterpiece.

It is not enough to just have a body transformation machine. After thoroughly studying the machine, one must make corresponding data adjustments or even transform the machine itself. This must be done by someone who is extremely familiar with magical machinery.

Nelos is naturally the best candidate.

In line with the principle of using the best of what is useful, Aenarion added a little more burden to Neroth.

"Even with a conservative estimate, the combat power of a White Lion Guard is equivalent to that of two to three elven combat teams. Moreover, these warriors have extremely strong growth potential. Even I cannot calculate how far they can grow!"

From Nellos's behavior, it was clear that she didn't really care about the burden placed on her.

Aenarion: "You have done a very good job. Without you, I don't know how long it would have taken for these warriors to be ready for combat."

"And all this depends on your wisdom and knowledge."

Just two simple sentences made Nelos hold her head as high as she could. It seemed that Aenarion's words were quite useful to her. Although she had heard much more disgusting and flattering flattery than these words, these few simple words from Aenarion made her feel so happy that she felt like flying.

I can only say that stroking the right thing really works. All the resentment that Nero had felt from working overtime for so many days seemed to have magically disappeared.

After stroking Nelos's fur, Aenarion gave the order for the clergy and tree people to move forward. After all, professionals should solve professional problems. The damage caused by physical professions may seem very terrifying, but it is certainly not as effective as the chanting of the charlatans.

Nelos: "There is a problem. According to the current number of clergy and tree people and the level of natural spiritual energy, it is definitely impossible to restrain the death aura to this extent. So..."

As she spoke, Nelos looked at Aenarion with her subtle eyes. There was so much meaning in her eyes that even a fan diagram could not summarize it.

Faced with this attitude, Aenarion looked puzzled.

"Look what I'm doing."

As if he had guessed that Aenarion would respond in this way, Nelos chuckled and turned away, deciding not to respond to the other party's "playing dumb".

Aenarion's attitude was just like treating an ordinary incident. Even Nelos and Aenarion didn't think they needed to take action on this matter. With such an overwhelming force, what else could make a wave?

After the Phoenix Court's evaluation, it was found that not many high-end combat forces participated in this battle with humans. After figuring out the strength of the human coalition, most people felt that there was no need to send out all their high-end combat forces.

The actual result was similar to what the elves predicted, so there was no need for the big guys. The only key difficulty was that the elf mages took too many actions, so just treat it as practice.

Clemena was in big trouble. Seeing her army, which was as terrifying as the messenger of hell just now, being slaughtered like crazy, this woman who liked to pretend to be young was about to explode.

She could imagine that the zombies' fighting ability was poor, but she couldn't imagine it to this extent.

It was said that a pile of dead meat could not kill the enemy, but could effectively block the enemy's attack?

Now this looks like it can be effectively blocked?

Turning around, Clemena's tone was already filled with panic: "Hurry up and think of a solution! We need to create skeleton soldiers and ghosts now..."

She couldn't continue speaking halfway through because she didn't get any response to the first half of her sentence.

Those necromancer consultants disappeared collectively at some point, without even a word of farewell, and disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 98 Isn’t this a sin?

Looking at the empty fingers

Walking into the hall, Clemena was stunned for a long time before she realized that she had been abandoned.

She stared blankly at the scene in front of her for a long time, but suddenly she started laughing, and then laughed louder and louder, as if her laughter was no longer a human voice, as if it was no longer a way to express the emotion of "happiness".

She laughed so hard that she fell backwards and tears came out of her eyes.

"Asshole...traitor!"

“They are all traitors!”

"I've been so good to you! I've given you so many things! You're all traitors!"

"Everyone is a traitor!!!"

pat...

The sound of an object falling to the ground was suddenly heard. The sound was not very loud, but it effectively stopped Clemena's morbid laughter. She stared blankly at the thing that fell to the ground from nowhere, the thing that she once avoided at all costs.

A red oval-shaped object with staggered and distorted facial features. This strange thing is emitting an ominous and strange halo.

No longer resisting as before, Clemena walked over to the object, picked it up, and looked at the ominous object carefully.

"I understand……"

Holding the Overlord Egg high up, Clemena's expression looked weird, as if she was half crying and half laughing.

"This is... my destiny."

After she finished speaking, this crazy woman actually opened her mouth to a horrifying degree, and then stuffed the entire Overlord Egg into her mouth, like a snake swallowing an elephant, which is something no human being could ever do.

At this moment, the earthly individual named Clemena has disappeared, and was replaced by a ghostly demon named Clemena.

The men who had dealt Clemena the final blow were running rapidly through the grove.

After realizing that their employer was showing signs of derailment, these necromancers were still thinking about abiding by the labor contract. After all, morality and integrity are important when traveling abroad. However, after seeing that their employer's situation was becoming increasingly unsatisfactory, these necromancers suddenly felt that morality and integrity were not that important.

Although they were running for their lives, these necromancers did not run around in a panic. They were escaping in a very methodical manner. Not only did they always pay attention to the surrounding situation, they even had a brother outside to scout the way.

At this moment, the brothers who were exploring the way brought them some very bad news.

"Three knights of the Grand Cathedral were spotted ahead!"

Listening to the report from the Pathfinder brothers, the leading necromancer said, "Tsk, these people from the Great Cathedral are really like dogs. They come here as soon as they smell something. Even the slightest movement cannot escape their dog noses."

As soon as the boss said this, a buddy next to him argued: "Why don't you say that we stink ten miles away? If it weren't for the fact that once the necromancy spell is cast, the noise is too loud, even the best dog nose can't smell it, right?"

The leading mage: "...That makes sense!"

The brother who was exploring the way got angry on the spot: "How can you say that about your family? And is now the time to say that? Bring us some rules!"

Boss: "But...what did the Grand Templar Knight ride?"

Pathfinder: "Horses, they are all for riding."

The wizard leader breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, we didn't alert those bastards... Brothers, it's time to show our professional abilities!"

As he spoke, the leader of the necromancers had a gloomy look on his face, and as he spoke, the expressions of the other necromancers also became cruel.

The three knights who came were guard knights of a nearby monastery. After the monastery sensed the movement around them, they chose to report to the higher-level monastery and immediately rushed to the scene of the incident according to the regulations. As for the fact that there were only three people and no secular army to cooperate, it was because the incident was not in the human kingdom. The cooperation of secular army involved international issues, so the relevant incident could only be resolved by the force of the cathedral alone.

Just as the three knights were galloping on their horses, a strange movement attracted their attention.

"who is it!"

The warning was quickly responded to, and a group of ragged ascetics slowly walked up to them.

This group of people were wearing tattered clothes, were thin and had various scars all over their bodies. They had huge and heavy holy elephants hanging around their necks, like shackles for sinners. The leader held a two-meter-long staff, on top of which was a bookshelf with "The Word of Sigmar" placed on it. Under the bookshelf hung eight large locks of different styles. This shape made this "staff of penance" look more like a weapon than a cane.

This is indeed the case. This long staff is like a flail when swung, and it is no problem to smash the heads of one or two Chaos Cultists.

Seeing the person coming, the three knights did not dare to be negligent. They dismounted their horses and saluted to show their respect.

And that group of "ascetics" were still reciting the "Divine Word" in an extremely pious state.

Seeing this, the three knights showed even more respect.

The Holy Words is so thick and long. If you don’t have a true and devout faith, who can memorize it completely? At least not a few rough guys like them...

"Dear monks, have you found any traces of heresy ahead?"

The ascetic in the lead… the head of the necromancer class… opened his squinting eyes slightly upon hearing this, and spoke in a very dramatic manner: “That’s right, they are in the southeast. We originally wanted to deal with these heretics, but we are all monks and don’t have that kind of power…”

The three knights were even more respectful after hearing this: "It doesn't matter. Your spiritual power is stronger and nobler than steel. As for the enemies in the secular world, we should deal with them..."