Chapter 719 The End of the Necromancer!

All mages have a mage tower, or dream of owning one.

Of course, any class, even the mysterious and powerful mages in the eyes of ordinary people, will be divided into different levels. Only a small group standing at the top of the pyramid can realize this dream.

The strong take everything, and the weak can only look up. This is particularly obvious in the extraordinary world.

And the role of the mage tower does not need to be introduced too much. It is a proof of the strength of a powerful mage and the crystallization of wisdom. It is their residence, laboratory, fortress, and even a powerful weapon.

A mage who stays in his own mage tower can resist enemies that are several times stronger than himself without falling behind. It can be said that in the mind of a mage, this is the safest place in the world.

But now, standing on the high platform of the mage tower overlooking the city, Spencer only felt that his hands and feet were all cold, even penetrating into his heart.

Of course, he knew that this was just his illusion, because from the day he became a necromancer, his body had been completely cold, even lower than the temperature of a dead person. This was the side effect of the undead magic flowing in their bodies.

Necromancers are not dead, but they are not alive either. In order to pursue powerful power, they abandoned human senses, enjoyment, and most of their emotions, which also gave them a strong ability to concentrate and endure the loneliness, pain, and darkness brought by the undead.

No power is acquired without side effects. Therefore, when blood mages appeared and rose, most necromancers were left with naked jealousy in addition to instinctive hatred and hostility.

In order to pursue power, they endured great pain and transformed themselves from living humans into living dead. From then on, they were alone with the dead corpses, while blood mages were able to maintain their human form, enjoy fine wine and food, and even have children, which is almost the same as ordinary people!

In comparison, they are simply winners in life!

This is also the reason why blood mages are still passed down even though they are hunted by all necromancers. If there is a choice, who would not want to have powerful power and enjoy life at the same time, but go to deal with those skeletons and corpses?

But even so, Spin was very confident that those rat-like blood mages would eventually be exterminated by the necromancers. They had ruled the world for many years and had a deep foundation. Didn't the once powerful blood god only end up falling?

However, at this moment, Spin's unwavering belief was shaken, because now there were tens of thousands of staggering figures surrounding his mage tower. Each of them had red eyes, canine teeth protruding from their lips, and they made ambiguous sounds from their throats. They were so close to each other that there was no gap at all.

And at the feet of the crowd, there were some white bone residues, which were trampled by them and now turned into bone powder.

That was a team of skeleton warriors that Spin had controlled to rush out. In the past, these fearless bones could bring endless fear to people. Only dozens of them were needed to break through the line of hundreds of people. But right in front of Spin, these skeleton warriors who rushed out were drowned by the crowd before they waved their weapons, and they couldn't even stir up a wave.

Being able to rule this city of tens of thousands of people, Spin is undoubtedly powerful. There are hundreds of undead servants in the Mage Tower. When they cooperate with each other, they are an extremely powerful army!

But how many enemies are they facing?

There are as many enemies in front of him as there are people in the whole city!

This terrible disaster came very quickly, and the speed was even more unexpected. Almost as soon as Spin got out of the laboratory and received the news, the riots in the whole city had spread. When some well-informed people wanted to escape, they found desperately that all the city gates had been closed.

Obviously, this was a carefully planned and premeditated attack!

And apart from those blood mages, Spin could not think of another enemy.

In just half a day, a city with tens of thousands of residents was destroyed in front of him. When Spin finally realized the seriousness of the matter and tried to leave, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

Of course, he still had some servants with flying abilities, but this meant that he had to give up most of his servants and the carefully constructed Mage Tower. Most importantly, the Blood Mage who had created this disaster was still hiding in the dark and had not yet shown up.

Without servants, the Blood Mage was superior to the Undead Mage in terms of combat ability alone, so Spin would rather stick to his Mage Tower than take the risk of trying to escape successfully.

Creak! Creak!

Various frightening sounds had already sounded around the Mage Tower. The zombies that had gathered around were using their nails and even teeth to destroy the exterior of the Mage Tower. Spin was not worried about this. If the teeth alone could bite through the Mage Tower, the Undead Mage would have perished long ago.

But standing at his height, he could see an endless stream of zombies coming out from every corner of the city, like waves on the beach, one after another, and his Mage Tower was a lone boat in the sea, which could be submerged at any time.

If it were before, Spence would have looked at all this with appreciation, because all the people in this city, no matter how they looked at it, belonged to Spence in his eyes, and were rich resources that could be regenerated. He spent a lot of effort to gather these people and provide them with shelter, not for the respect of these humans, but for their bodies.

However, now, even the emotionless necromancer had the first time to feel the emotion of fear, watching some red-eyed zombies lying on the ground gnawing at the mage tower, and then the zombies behind them gathered and stepped on their backs, layer by layer, using their flesh to build an upward slope.

This spectacular scene of ants gnawing at elephants, everyone played an insignificant role in it, a steady stream of zombies rushed up, and then were stepped on by others, the zombies at the bottom had even been squeezed into minced meat, and sticky flesh and blood flowed out through the cracks

It can't go on like this!

Spencer was determined to make a last stand. Suddenly, the entire Mage Tower grew countless sharp bone thorns like a hedgehog, entwining the surface of the Mage Tower like a pale rose. Then the gate of the Mage Tower opened, and countless silent undead servants rushed out waving their weapons.

The carefully selected, sturdy skeleton warriors took the lead, and there were hundreds of them, like white foam that emerged at low tide. They only stirred up a round of blood and flesh rain, and were submerged by more zombies with their bodies, and were disassembled by countless arms and teeth, turning into parts or bone residue.

The Death Knight riding on the undead warhorse and fully armored let out a last cry and also charged towards the zombies, but he didn't even speed up, and even the man and the horse were submerged

The ground around the Mage Tower sank, and several elephant-like undead beasts rushed around, leaving a trail of blood and flesh on the ground. In the end, they failed to break out of the zombie tide, but were swarmed by the zombies that fell one after another, and their bodies were gone.

The banshees wearing tattered long skirts and with rotten cheeks were even worse. Their horrible faces, harsh voices, and erratic speeds were completely useless, and the effect they caused was even worse than that of the skeleton warriors.

In the end, the entire wizard tower was completely submerged by the tide of corpses, leaving no gaps. The undead flying dragon that took off at the last moment was pulled down from the air by countless arms, and then wrapped into a ball of corpses, without any sound.

In the face of absolute numerical advantage, the undead wizards who were once best at overwhelming the enemy with numbers also tasted this cruel taste for the first time.