The rotting, foul odor spread with the appearance of thousands of undead, mixing the fear of the living towards the undead with a revolting nausea.
It made some timid demi-humans vomit directly!
The entire battlefield saw all the demi-humans stop fighting, lost and afraid, gazing at the densely packed undead crawling out from underground.
Even the beast-bodied, Zoastia demi-humans who were besieging Go Gin stopped their attacks.
A brief silence!
"Ah!"
A single internal organ egg shot out from the twisted, wriggling flesh, its bloody intestines binding the nearest demi-human and dragging it into its abdomen.
A scream rang out.
Breaking the strange, horrifying atmosphere.
Buser, the "Hero King" with the highest prestige on the battlefield, used a magical amplifying device to roar loudly: "Everyone, stop fighting each other and deal with these undead first!"
As soon as his voice fell!
A solemn expression never before seen on Buser's face emerged as he raised his shield, holding a one-handed heavy sword called "Sand Shooter."
"Hekete Wise! And that ogre Go Gin!"
"Assist me in eliminating this necromancer first!"
"Hero King" Buser shouted loudly to the two strongest demi-humans on the battlefield.
He had heard that some humans could summon undead, but they could only summon one or two.
The situation before him, summoning thousands of undead in one go, was unheard of, even in legends.
This was definitely a magic chanter who could be described as "terrifying!"
Faced with such a terrifyingly powerful enemy, even the proud demi-human king, "Hero King" Buser, had to resort to a strategy that only the weak would use: a siege.
On the cliff.
Minori looked down below at the person who had instantly become the enemy of all demi-human races, the Alliance Leader, and frowned slightly.
Making himself the target of everyone's animosity?
7th Tier Magic · "Undead Legion".
It can summon thousands of undead and belongs to a special type of tier magic. It looks grand, but it is actually just a group of low-level undead.
Such magic.
Minori didn't even have the interest to spend skill points to learn it.
At this moment, there are tens of thousands of demi-humans on the battlefield, and a thousand or so undead cannot withstand them for long before being annihilated.
What is the point of doing this?
Minori lowered his head and looked at the Magelos Nasrene, who was being held in his hand and barely clinging to life.
He had already learned the entire story from her. He originally thought that everything today was the Alliance Leader's doing.
After all, this inexplicable war was deliberately provoked by the Alliance Leader killing Muar.
As a result, he learned from the Magelos Nasrene that as early as when they were conducting large-scale food transactions with humans,
Many demi-human races had noticed something, but they did not act rashly.
Instead, they secretly contacted the Magelos, Zern, and other races, so even without today's war,
The rebellion of Zern King and other demi-humans would still have occurred.
Regarding this situation.
Minori was neither surprised nor unexpected. He never regarded these demi-humans as fools. There would be no shortage of clever demi-humans in each race.
The original plan was to disrupt the entire hill area, use the abundant food and water in his hands to win over a group and kill another group.
And then use the influence of the "drought".
To quickly complete the rule over the demi-humans, so that the Holy Kingdom and the Slane Theocracy would feel threatened and have to enter the fray.
Then "Free Will" could also smoothly intervene and gain the opportunity to contact the high-level officials of the two countries.
The Holy Kingdom was fine.
Faced with the Slane Theocracy, Minori's attitude was always cautious and he had to make contact in a reasonable way.
During this process, the rebellion of the demi-humans was inevitable and necessary. It would be strange if a forcibly formed alliance did not defect at the last minute.
Minori's script for himself as this "mysterious red-robed spellcaster" was originally a route of escape.
What really surprised him.
Was the change in the situation caused by the appearance of the Alliance Leader. He didn't think that the other party hadn't contributed to it.
"Kajiit."
Minori thought of the words the other party hadn't said before: "You said before that your Alliance Leader is continuing to complete an unfinished ritual from 20 years ago. What do you mean?"
Kajiit stood aside cautiously and fearfully, first nodding and then shaking his head blankly: "At that time, I hadn't joined [Zurrernorn] yet."
"I only heard other high-level disciples say that the events of 20 years ago were an action taken by the Alliance Leader to create high-level undead through a ritual."
"It's just that it failed in the end. I don't know the specific reason."
Kajit answered timidly.
"Create high-level undead?" Minori looked at the battlefield again, somewhat surprised.
"Yes, yes, it is."
Kajiit didn't intend to hide any information and quickly answered in panic: "The strength of the undead summoned by "Undead Summoning" and "Undead Creation" is mostly limited."
"Like the Bone Dragon summoned by the lord using the "Orb of Death," although its strength is not high, it has magic immunity and completely restrains the power of magic chanters!"
"This kind of special undead cannot be created through summoning and creation. What the Alliance Leader wants to create through the ritual is this kind of special high-level undead."
He understood the meaning of Kajiit's words.
"Creating chaos, using this war, using the death energy and negative energy generated when the demi-humans die, to complete this ritual."
Minori's eyes narrowed slightly. He already understood what the Alliance Leader wanted to do.
The fundamental purpose of the "Undead Legion" magic was to use the negative energy generated by summoning thousands of low-level undead.
To completely ignite the larger negative energy and death energy on the battlefield, this 7th tier magic was just the prelude to the ritual!
The magical light in Minori's eyes flickered constantly. In his vision.
On the entire battlefield.
Strands of negative energy and death energy that were invisible to the naked eye were being drawn by the magic ritual constructed by a large number of demi-human corpses and blood on the ground, constantly converging towards the Alliance Leader's location.
"A grand scheme."
Minori had various guesses before, but he really didn't expect that the Alliance Leader actually had this intention. A thought flashed in his mind, and the magical light in his eyes became even more intense:
"This magic ritual... Spiral Ritual of Death? No, the core is wrong, similar to the core of a blood sacrifice ritual?"
The vague, massive ritual on the battlefield, the construction of the lines gradually connected in Minori's mind, becoming clear.
If it were in the past, he might not have noticed the ritual at all, or even the differences in the ritual, but now, under the influence of the passive ability "Magic Master" of the [Magic Transcender].
Minori could easily distinguish the difference between the ritual arranged by the Alliance Leader and the "Spiral Ritual of Death".
Although it's the same framework, the core has changed!
Minori focused all his attention on observation, gradually emitting a terrifying magic and pressure, making the surrounding air seem to become viscous at this moment.
The Mist Witch and Kajiit both had cold sweat on their foreheads, and they were having difficulty breathing.
"Should I intervene?"
Minori analyzed and observed the entire ritual, while this thought surfaced in his mind.
"No."
Minori's eyes revealed a sharp glint, and he thought to himself.
Although the appearance of the Alliance Master disrupted his original layout and plan, the current development of the situation was not contrary to his original plan.
The Slane Theocracy's Astrologer is still watching here, and now there's no need to even look for a reason.
The only thing that Minori was a little concerned about was whether this ritual could really succeed in creating a "High-Tier Undead."
The "High-Tier Undead" that Kajiit referred to might not be the "High-Tier Undead" he imagined.
"Let me see everything you've planned, Your Excellency Alliance Master, don't disappoint me."
Minori gradually restrained the invisible oppressive feeling released by mobilizing magic just now, pondered slightly, and began to issue instructions:
"Mist."
"Master."
The Mist Witch only felt the pressure loosen, and quickly gasped for breath and responded.
"Since all the demi-humans have rebelled, then something should have happened to Cruche over there, just like us."
"Your subordinate will go immediately!" The Mist Witch was shocked and reacted as well. The series of events just now caused her not to think in this direction at all.
"No need."
Minori shook his head: "There's no need to worry about Cruche's safety."
"Whether it's to relieve the drought in the Hill area, or to make up for the lack of water, these demi-humans need Cruche's assistance, so she's very safe now."
"These demi-human races will not trust humans, but they will trust you who are also demi-humans. You go to Cruche's side now and temporarily pretend to assist these demi-humans."
Hearing the master's instructions.
The panic in the Mist Witch's bright yellow pupils disappeared: "Hee hee, your subordinate understands, Master wants the two of us to be spies."
"You even know the word 'spy'." Minori thought.
The Mist Witch relaxed and quickly left.
"That."
"M-Master, what about me?" Kajiit asked softly.
Minori glanced at Kajiit and refocused his gaze on the chaotic battlefield below: "Watch the show."
Kajiit could only shut his mouth. He couldn't see through Minori at all. He had already emphasized the things the Alliance Master was going to do and the danger.
But the man in front of him was still indifferent!
Anxious feelings of death constantly impacted Kajiit's heart. In the eyes of the Alliance Master, he was already a dead man.
To survive.
He could only rely on the mysterious red-robed spellcaster in front of him.
In just a short period of time.
More than half of the thousands of undead summoned had already died. The strength of these low-tier undead was not high, except for individuals like the Inner Organ Egg.
Most demi-humans could easily deal with these low-level undead after shaking off their fear.
The Alliance Master's aura was somewhat weak at the moment. Casting a 7th-tier magic was not an easy task.
His attention was now only on the three demi-humans.
Go Gin, "Beast General" Hektor Weiss, and "Hero King" Buser!
The three of them, like sharp arrows, pierced through layers of defenses constructed by the undead from three directions, quickly rushing towards the Alliance Master's position.
"Stop him, Armat Skeleton Warrior!"
The Alliance Master's hoarse voice sounded.
Bang!
The Armat Skeleton Warrior stepped on the ground, making a muffled sound. When running, the bones rubbed against each other, making an ear-piercing "crackling" noise.
It took the lead in colliding with Go Gin, stopping him.
"Skeleton Gryphon!" the Alliance Master said.
"Hiss!"
The Skeleton Gryphon hovering in the sky vibrated its wings and swooped down rapidly from the air, making a whirring sound as it passed.
"Beast General" Hektor Weiss was also stopped. The departure of the two fifth-tier undead left only a group of low-tier undead to protect the Alliance Master.
"Sandstorm!"
Buser waved the one-handed greatsword in his hand, releasing a stream of earthy yellow sand from the blade.
The billowing yellow sand not only obscured the figure of Buser, but also obscured the Alliance Master's vision.
The most dangerous thing about magic casters is their strange and unpredictable magic.
Buser was well aware of this, so he used the magical equipment in his hand to prevent the other party from distinguishing his exact location.
"As long as I get close, I'll win!"
Buser moved quickly in the yellow sand. The burly body did not make any footsteps, which was obviously due to the magical shoes on his feet.
Whoosh—
The silver-white figure instantly circled behind the Alliance Master, seeing that the Alliance Master did not seem to have reacted.
"Go to hell, human!"
Buser sneered in his heart, with a twisted smile on his face, he suddenly rushed over:
"Unhesitating Assault!"
"Iron Wrist Heroic Strike!"
"Iron Strike!"
Swoosh!
The golden pendant on the corner of the chair flashed, and the ability of the magic item was activated.
Buser's huge figure came to the Alliance Master in the blink of an eye, and the one-handed greatsword in his hand slashed down fiercely.
"Dragon Lightning!"
The Alliance Master, who was facing away from him, seemed to have noticed him long ago, and suddenly turned around, releasing dazzling blue lightning from his arm.
"Gahahaha, I expected you to have detection magic."
Buser laughed mockingly, stomping hard with his left foot, his huge figure had already appeared on the side of the Alliance Master.
How could the reaction speed of a magic caster compare to a powerful warrior like him? The seemingly full-force attack just now was obviously just a facade.
Whoosh!
The one-handed greatsword slashed.
!
A black giant tower shield, two meters high and exuding death aura, appeared out of thin air, blocking the Alliance Master's side.
"Shield?"
Buser was stunned for a moment. The swung blade did not change its move, but slashed down with even more violent power:
"Using defensive gear in front of me is such a foolish act!"
"Weapon Destruction!"
A faint streamer emerged from Buser's whole body, and the blade heavily slashed on this huge tower shield.
Clang—Dang!!
The one-handed greatsword slashed on the black tower shield, making an ear-piercing metallic friction hiss and dazzling sparks.
"How—can it be!"
Buser's eyes widened. Not only was the black tower shield not destroyed, but it didn't even have a scratch.