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The tall Naga strong man with a sword, a face at a loss.

"Death!"

With the eyes full of hatred, Ron's sleeping lips spit out a word.

As the sword's eyes pierced the eyebrows, the powerful Naga felt the sharp pain on their heads. Then a strange scene appeared.

I saw that the head of the powerful Naga nationality suddenly became thick, and expanded like a balloon. The larger the expansion, the more painful the face of the powerful Naga nationality.

"Bang..." At last, the balloon inflated to the limit and exploded. Only the head of the powerful sage of Naga nationality exploded like a watermelon, and blood broke down the brain.

"How could this happen?"

Seeing Ron wake up, "boom..."

A powerful and overwhelming force spread out, with a strong smell of death, although not yet close, has made people feel the fear of dying from the heart.

The huge breath of death covers the whole world, covering everything around, even the sun in the sky has become dimmed.

"Here Is that possible? "

"How could he So powerful? "

The vast breath of death blots out the sun, just like the end of the day. The soil on the ground begins to harden, turning into a hard block like black land. In the soil, there is a little blue.

"Ka Ka Ka... "

Countless undead crawled out of the ground. These skeletons were holding weapons in their hands, with bloodthirsty light in their eyes. They kept howling. Powerful terror knights, with long knives in their hands, stood quietly like soldiers waiting for orders.

In the sky, dozens of abyssal bone dragons flapping the bone wings without any muscles, making a thrilling roar In a flash, countless undead creatures were summoned. The number was hundreds of thousands.

"How How could there be so many undead creatures? "

"Bone Dragon Many bone dragons Every bone dragon has the strength of Holy Land How can I do this? "

"I We're dead! "

There was a strong fear on the faces of the powerful in the holy land of the Eighth Army. Even Vitara was pale. The strength of the other side was far beyond her imagination.

"Let me tell you..."

There was a sneer on Ron's face: "we necromancers are never afraid of Siege..."

After saying this, with a wave of magic wand in Ron's hand, hundreds of thousands of undead, like hearing orders, launched a charge against the eighth legion of nagahai.

For a while, a fierce war broke out between the two sides.

At this time, the powerful people of the nagahai ethnic group found out in horror that, under the breath of death, the attack and defense of the dead had greatly increased, which made them have a headache. What was more frightening was that these dead people had the concept of immortality at all, and even no injury at all. Even if half of their bodies were cut off, they could grow up again quickly 。

The Naga sea people are faced with a group of races who are not afraid of death and can't fight to death. Only in one breath, the Eighth Army suffered huge casualties. Countless sea people were killed by the sword of the terror knight, some of them were separated by the sword of the brave skeleton, more of them were burned by the powerful blackness of dozens of abyssal bone dragons in the sky.

The balance of war leans towards the dead.

Under the strong breath of death, Ron decided to bury all living creatures.

On the battlefield full of blood and fire, the prelude of the dead plays and becomes a wonderful Elegy of death!

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