Chapter 1715

The air became heavy, and Harry on the cold ground couldn't breathe. He couldn't imagine how the first generation demon named Greenwood had the courage to face hundreds of people alone.

For wizard combat, although the number of people does not necessarily represent the strength of the battle, quantitative change will always cause qualitative change. Harry thinks that even if Dumbledore came, he could not be against so many death eaters..

Is it true that the first generation of demons were not afraid of death? What is he here for? Want to take back the name of the Lord that Voldemort took?

And what about Mr. Malfoy? Did he cheat Voldemort because Draco said good things at home every day?

It was not only Harry who was in a fog, but Voldemort obviously couldn't figure out the previous question.

"How dare you? How dare you? "

Voldemort's eyes swept across a pool of black and gray on the ground not far away. He had no sympathy for his men's death, only a little pity for the loss of his tools, and more importantly, his hatred for grinderwood, who interrupted his first show after his glorious return.

"How dare you face so many of us alone? Old man, if you get down on your knees and apologize, I may be merciful not to care about you

Grindworth touched his moustache and shook his head as if he had heard some funny joke. He looked at Voldemort with regret, as if he were worried about the intelligence of those who inherited his name.

"Who told you I was alone?"

"Oh? Are you dependent on your saints? I'm afraid they've lost all their teeth? "

Voldemort looked up and laughed. The Death Eaters gathered behind their master and laughed as if they had regained their courage.

"My reinforcements are much older than they are..." grindworth sighed, raised his wand and fired the hallmark of death into the sky: "the death knell is right, Voldemort, you know nothing about real power. Well, after so many years of arrangement, I'll let you understand this before you die. "

The white light illuminated everything around him. Voldemort saw that a golden door opened behind him. One by one, he was thin, and "things" in robes of various colors swarmed out of the door. Each of them had a strange and gloomy smell, and even some of them were directly rolling black smoke.

It was a moving skeleton. They were dressed in gorgeous robes, and some even wore crowns. The staff in their hands was higher than that of human beings. Their hands were white with age.

Voldemort has not never seen the undead, but even if a wizard is turned into a zombie or Ghoul or something like that, it will be a senseless monster, with only an aversion to life or a simple appetite.

But these undead are not the same. Although the eyes of the skeletons are lit with fireflies of various colors, Voldemort can feel the wisdom of these undead, because they are looking at him like an experimental object.

"The temporary magic web built by spider web has only five layers, which makes us unable to even use praying. Fortunately, this is a weak world." One of the skeletons spoke to grinderwood, and saw the white bone chin move a few times, but the undead without vocal cords made a voice: "I want to try to put a felling mallow here."

Voldemort saw that the undead were familiar with grendevor, and they were obviously with each other.

"Master xianggera, let's not chat now?"

Greenwood is also helpless to the great lichs. These dead people who have lived too long always have a strange curiosity and a crazy spirit of exploring magic, which makes them behave very... Weird when they are in a normal mood.

And the death knell also said that if you want to torture a person, the lichs have many evil ideas to refer to, but don't talk to them too much.

"He's right, Shangla." Another Lich floated out of the crowd. His eyes were burning with purple fire, and his body was covered with black gas. Unlike others, he had no legs, and his lower body was like a snake: "the speaker and our goal are the same. Studying the nature of death is the key point of our next work. Let these human beings go as soon as possible."

The name of this Lich is tirethel, the sorcerer of the nether era. He created three races of serpent, Naga and lizard for the world of Phelan tens of thousands of years ago. He can be regarded as the top magic biologist in the Lich.

He has been greedy for Voldemort for a long time. In the past, by analyzing the soul fragments taken by the speaker, the lichs found that Voldemort's blood might be related to some kind of snake Warcraft.

This led to a small dispute among the lichs in the sky Council about whether the earliest snake blood in the new world was born in an egg or a fetus.

There was no result of the argument, and it made terrestrel want to get Voldemort's body for autopsy.

Especially after a strange reincarnation ceremony.

The ritual of flesh and blood... This is of great help to the magic research of the dead spirit system. How to put the soul into the artificial body is a good topic. If this problem can be solved, the lichs don't mind preparing some bodies that can communicate with each other in a low-key way in human society.After all, their journey is already a sea of stars. In the future, there may be a world of incomparably powerful human beings? Magic and enchantment are not always easy to use.

Although the magic of this world is low-level in many aspects, there are many places that are unique and can be used for reference to obtain inspiration, and even some people have obtained the inspiration of space system.

As a 41 level lich, what else can he pursue? Is not to use their own knowledge to verify the origin of the world?

The lichs disdain to do things that change or destroy the world. Only the pursuit of knowledge itself is their motivation to continue to "live". This is why most lichs have climbed out of their graves and accepted the invitation of the sky Council.

They have read enough books. What they need now is to go more.

"Let's do it. It's unnecessary to say so much to the enemy. Even if you can only use level 5 low-level magic, it's enough to deal with them."

Another Lich with red flame in his eyes said so. He was larlock, the great Lich of level 46. In the Lich group dominated by visitors from the world of Phelan, he had a strong voice, and everyone agreed with him.

Where are the people?

Cemetery.

What kind of magic are lichs good at?

Death spirit system.

When more than a dozen lichs cast magic to control the dead at the same time, and the spider web behind them provides energy for them, the Death Eaters find themselves surrounded by countless skeletons and mummies breaking out of the ground, holding coffins or stones in their hands and closing in on the crowd.

"Awada, kill me!"

Some people can't bear the pressure of being surrounded by the dead at night, shivering with a wand to launch a death curse on the Lich. It's a good idea to defeat the summoner.

But he chose the wrong magic.

Larlock didn't hide at all. He even cancelled more than ten layers of protective magic on his body and received the green light with his chest.

The flame in his eyes shook for a moment, and then returned to normal. He said to grinderwaugh beside him lightly: "it's just like the speaker said. The Avada curse is a specialty of the world, and you can't help it..." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!