Chapter 1390

And now, the spatial stability of that huge passage is enough to explain a problem. The top powerhouses of the Undead Plane have not yet taken action. Using the 47th level of the Undead is the limit, but similarly, the strongest force that humans can put into the battlefield, the highest level, can only be the seventh level of the Heavenly Rank...

Time is passing by every second. If we wait until that space is completely stable, nothing can be stopped.

Hughes could not detect anything specific, but he could see that more than half of the 6,000-7,000-kilometer-deep passage has been occupied by the Undead, and humans are only occupying the last line of defense...

The Mesopotamian Plain, which was originally like a green carpet, has now become a piece of black and gray land. All the plants have withered, and the exposed land has also turned black and gray as if it has been polluted.

Fortresses stood on the last line of defense. Looking through the fortresses at the dark gray land, dense undead creatures like tides were slowly pouring towards the fortresses. The endless undead creatures were like a sea of ​​undead, spreading from the eyes to the horizon.

In front of each fortress, there were a large number of mages, swordsmen, and archers attacking, and magic crystal cannons were set up on the top of the fortress, and energy balls kept falling into the sea of ​​undead.

Every second, thousands of undead creatures were torn into pieces and burned to ashes, but looking around, there was still no end to the sea of ​​undead. The number of undead killed was not worth mentioning compared to the number of undead here. The sea of ​​undead was still like the rising tide, advancing towards this side unstoppably.

In the distant sky, a bone dragon flapped its wings and floated in the air. On the back of the bone dragon stood a skeleton king wearing a tattered cloak. Around the skeleton king, dense flying undead floated there, guarding around the skeleton king. No attack could fall around the skeleton king.

The skeleton king commanded the undead cannon fodder to charge forward one after another. The color of the earth gradually became grayer and grayer with the charge of the undead. The black and gray earth was dyed by the skeleton fragments of these undead. In less than a month, at least hundreds of millions of undead creatures died on this land.

And this number is just a number for those undead. The undead plane is not short of cannon fodder.

In one of the fortresses with a wizard tower hundreds of meters high, a group of strong men gathered together, but the strongest one who appeared here was only the seventh level of the heavenly rank.

"What's the situation? Has the Golden Top Potion of the Gilded Rose been delivered?"

A pale-faced mage asked sullenly.

Another mage beside him nodded, then shook his head.

"It has been delivered, but the quantity is totally insufficient. At most, it can take care of the strong men above the fifth level of the Heavenly Rank. The rest can barely be distributed to save their lives..."

The mages around the round table all looked a little heavy-faced. One of the mages in a white robe sneered.

"Hmph, the Gilded Rose, a dirty businessman, is taking advantage of this crisis to seek benefits for himself. We asked them to hand over the formula and refining method of the Golden Top Potion, but they are still unwilling. The dirty guy should be purified by the Holy Light..."

Mafa Merlin? Humph, this damn guy, now I don't know where he has been exiled to, and he will be lost forever in the endless void.

This is his final fate. Without Mafa Merlin, those stupid fools of the Gilded Rose dared to disobey our orders. Damn it.

Nok from the Holy Light Alliance is the representative here. He is the only Heavenly Rank 7 strongman in the Holy Light Alliance who appeared here. He is also the strongest person in the Holy Light Alliance.

Lin Yun has not appeared for so long, and Nok has become completely unscrupulous, even thinking of swallowing the gilded rose directly.

A young mage sitting opposite Nok tapped his fingers lightly and glanced at Nok with disdain.

"Don't show off your inferior knowledge reserves if you don't understand. The Golden Top Potion is not something you can refine as much as you want. All the stocks in the Northrend world have been swept away. The potion itself also needs materials to be made. That material is the most critical thing. Without that special material, even a sainted strongman can't make it."

Nok suddenly sat up straight, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Skye, you defend Marfa Merlin so much, so can you tell us where Marfa Merlin is? The war has reached this point. From the beginning to now, Marfa Merlin has never appeared. Where is this dirty coward who only knows how to seek benefits for himself?

This damn plague has spread. Three powerful people of the seventh level of the heavenly rank have fallen, and six of the sixth level have fallen. How many mages below the heavenly rank have died in the plague? Who can calculate it?

Gandalf went to find a way to resolve the plague, but lost contact. Lord Agalon and Lord Alonzo also lost contact. Who knows what happened?"

The people around didn't look very good. Several mages had obvious abnormal pustules on their skin. Around those pustules, rich magic and extraordinary power were constantly suppressing them.

The current situation has reached a very critical stage. Agallon, Alonzo, and the three deans of Starry Sky Academy all disappeared one after another. Agallon and Alonzo disappeared first, and then the plague appeared. The three deans of Starry Sky Academy also disappeared one after another.

Looking for a way to break the plague, they all lost contact. Lin Yun, the last person who might have hope of resolving the plague, has never appeared here from beginning to end. This nature is obviously different...

Nok sneered and looked around at the people around him.

"Mafa Merlin, the guy who is said to have been canonized, is the last hope you have been talking about, but where are you now? Several other strong men have already gone to find a way to crack it, but Mafa Merlin has never appeared. Now Golden Summit Potion is the only thing that can control the plague. Gilded Rose must hand over the formula and the most critical materials.

Let everyone work together to research and cultivate materials, and maybe there will be a way to create enough Golden Dome potions to sustain us, and maybe someone will develop a potion that can completely eliminate the plague.

Moreover, the supply of gold-plated rose blue magic potion is far from enough. They must hand over the formula and materials and let everyone work together to make enough blue magic potion to support the continuation of the war.

If those damn undead break through the last line of defense and drive straight into the Leviathan plane, you know what will happen, it will be a disaster for everyone! "

Faced with Nok's bewitchment, many people fell silent. It was because of the outbreak of this difficult-to-fight plague that humans were forced to retreat two thousand kilometers, but now, the plague is on the verge of a complete outbreak. This time, no one can retreat.

Relying on the golden top potion of the gold-plated rose, we can barely control the spread of the plague within a controllable range, but it cannot completely stop the spread of the plague. Relying on the blue magic potion of the gold-plated rose, all the strong people can always maintain sufficient energy. Magical battle.

But now, all support has been lost, and all five holy alchemists have disappeared. Gandalf, the last one to find a way to break the plague, has also completely lost contact.

The only thing everyone can count on is the last Lin Yun, who is said to have been canonized. However, Lin Yun has not appeared in the Leviathan plane from the beginning to the present, and has lost contact with him.

In the end, the only thing we can rely on is the potion of gold-plated roses, but now the number of potions is obviously not enough. After Nok was a little confused, many people thought they should try it...

As for what happens next, since the core secret of the Gilded Rose has been obtained, can everyone still forget it?

A proud smile appeared in Nok's eyes. He looked around at the silent mages, and the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

Mafa Merlin is not dead, but he will never come back. No matter who uses any method, they will know that Mafa Merlin is not dead, but if he does not show up, then no one will doubt us in the Holy Light Alliance.

As long as we get the secrets of the three potions of the Gilded Rose and let everyone take action together, even if Master Agalon comes back in the future, he will not be able to blame us, because the current situation is indeed critical.

As long as the supply of potions is guaranteed, we can sustain it, and even slowly fight back to drive back all those damn undead. Finally, if our Holy Light Alliance replenishes the last quota, then we will be the biggest winner. Here The person who gets the most benefit from an incident.

While everyone was still silent, news suddenly came from outside that the undead began to attack again...

The sea of ​​undead before was just cannon fodder that consumed power. Now is the time to really start the attack. The slow sea of ​​undead becomes boiling. Each undead roars and attacks the defense line crazily, becoming more and more powerful. Undead creatures appeared on the battlefield, and the Skeleton King riding a bone dragon in the sky began to slowly advance towards the defense line.

The meeting was forced to terminate. A group of strong men who were at least the fifth level of heaven appeared in the sky above the fortress. Looking at the Skeleton King who was slowly advancing with the undead army, the faces of the group of people were very ugly.

Nok scowled.

"Everyone, there is no time to think about it. We must fight. If it is no longer possible, we can only retreat again, abandon the Mesopotamian plains, abandon the passage, and guard outside the passage. But in this case, we will counterattack and come back. Maybe it will be much smaller, at least if we don’t solve the plague problem, we won’t be able to counterattack..."

Seeing the silence of the people around him, Nok took out a finger bone that exuded a strong power of holy light.

"Everyone, let's retreat first and give up the passage. I can summon our ancestors of the Holy Light Alliance and let the great founder come to help us. At least outside the passage, the ninth-level Heavenly Rank experts can also take action, which is enough for us. It's time to buy time. Now, don't count on that damn Mafa Merlin, that shameful and dirty coward, who has escaped to who knows where now..."

A group of mages were silent, and Skye, the city lord of the Sky City, was also silent. Looking at the flying undead in the distance, Skye sighed softly.

Lord Merlin, where have you been? Master Agalon has lost contact. The three deans of Starry Sky Academy have also lost contact one by one. You are our last hope. Where are you... …

This terrible plague not only destroyed the lives of the mages, but also destroyed everyone's confidence and courage. If we don't solve the plague, we will lose this war.

If the war spreads to the entire Leviathan plane, it will be an unimaginable disaster...

The mighty army of undead began to charge, beating the human defense line like a tide. Countless spells formed a brilliant and gorgeous light band, swallowing the undead who rushed up one after another. The wailing of death, the roar of anger, and the deafening roar resounded across thousands of kilometers of the land.

In the sky, the dark cloud composed of flying monsters was approaching the defense line. The skeleton king raised the scepter in his hand and roared silently throughout the battlefield.

One by one, tens of meters high undead beasts appeared in the sea of ​​​​undead. The number of undead above level 30 increased, and the undead army led by the heavenly undead appeared.

A silent mage walked out of the team, took off his hood, and revealed a terrifying face covered with pustules.

"I'll go and delay for a while."

The flames bloomed, and this seventh-level mage rushed out of the fortress, turning into a flame that soared into the sky, rushing towards the dark cloud composed of flying monsters in the sky.

The flames turned into two wings hundreds of meters long, rushing into the dark cloud. Bone dragons flapping their bone wings rushed into the flames fearlessly. Bone dragons were ignited by the flames and fell from mid-air, but countless bone dragons were still going to die.

In the center of the dark cloud, the Skeleton King trembled his chin and laughed sharply.

"Foolish humans, if you want eternal death, the great Lord Peg will fulfill your wish."

The Skeleton King raised the scepter in his hand. On the top of the pale green bone scepter, a heart that looked like rotten meat was beating slowly, shining with pale green light, and the Skeleton King chanted a spell.

The fire mage who was fighting suddenly screamed, and the pustules on his face grew rapidly. His robe was broken, and the pustules that looked very disgusting appeared and expanded rapidly on his body surface.

A few seconds later, one of the fire mage's eyes exploded, and blood mixed with pus fell like rain.

"Stupid monster, repent in the flames!"

The fire mage roared, and a dark blue flame suddenly burned on the surface of his body. The flame expanded wildly, and the undead bone dragons that came into contact with the dark blue flame were instantly ignited, the soul fire dissipated, and the body was burned to ashes.

From a distance, it was like a huge ball of blue flame expanding, and then the dark cloud dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The soul fire of the Skeleton King flashed slightly, and then kept retreating. The countless flying undead beside him turned into a wall of cannon fodder, resisting those blue flames and consuming those blue flames...

In the fortress, a group of mages had ugly faces.

"Lord Crow has fallen, and his soul has turned into a flame that burns everything and dissipated..."

"How long can we hold on? We can't hold on any longer. That terrible Skeleton King has power that we can't resist. We still don't know how to stop his power. We can't resist that terrible plague power. Failure is just a matter of time..."

"Retreat, retreat, give up the last line of defense in the Mesopotamian Plain, we can only do this..."

The mages have lost confidence one by one. Their powerful strength cannot stop the terrible plague power, especially when they see the Skeleton King who was just repelled start to fly again, everyone loses confidence.

Morale has fallen to an unimaginable level. Everyone has witnessed that a seventh-level Heavenly Rank strongman, who burned his life, could not kill the terrible Skeleton King, and the strength of the counterattack is constantly decreasing.

Disappointment and despair are contagious. If you lose confidence, it will be useless to continue to defend.

A group of mages were all silent. Burning their own lives and souls had no effect. So what was the point of continuing to resist here?

"Notify everyone, start retreating..."

The Odin royal family, who had been silent all the time, seemed to have used up all their strength and said this.

Abandoning the protection of the fortress and retreating was not a simple matter. Retreating would come at a heavy price, and no one dared to think about how many strong men and people would die...

At this moment, even Nok was silent. Things had exceeded his expectations. Looking at the people around him, no one seemed to have confidence. Nok suddenly felt that he had done something wrong.

If Mafa Merlin was still there, could he solve the problem of the plague?

No, Mafa Merlin must die, the heretic must die. This was a rare opportunity. As long as he was exiled to the endless void, the Holy Light Alliance could find a way to get the last spot and the core secret of the Gilded Rose.

As long as we exit the passage, the strong men of the eighth and ninth levels of the Heavenly Rank will be able to take action. I only need to summon the great founder to easily keep all the undead out.

Yes, this is the best way...

Nock comforted himself in his heart, holding the Guangming finger bone tightly in his hand, but looking at the undead that came like a tide, and the Skeleton King who was holding a scepter and leading the undead forward, Nok had no confidence at all.

The order to retreat was passed out, and in an instant, it was as if everyone's last breath was taken away. The resistance easily collapsed by half, and even internal conflicts broke out over who would go first and who would cover the rear.

No one wanted to die...

Before the retreat began, the internal chaos first, not only the high-level strongmen were in chaos, but also the people below.

The sea of ​​undead that spread like a tide has spread to the surroundings of the fortresses. Now it is difficult to retreat...

〖To be continued〗【】