"You are cruel..." Canaan roared with gritted teeth. He didn't believe that he had lost to the Dark Night Priestess again. The plan to kill her in the chaos was discovered before it was implemented.

"Well... how to say it, it's not that you are not smart enough. But... I've been framed too many times. No matter how kind a person is, he will be guarded, let alone a dark clan like me who can be punished by everyone..." Withdrawing the gaze on the mercenary king, Moya stared at the life sacrifice beside him with a warm gaze; "Since you already understand your situation, I don't talk much nonsense. The war is about to begin. Should you let your subordinates start preparing the light spell? After all, Ningal's soldiers are not the Knights of the Temple. Without the protection of the purified light, they will soon be entangled by the dead aura of the dead. I believe you also know the comparison between our army and the dead. For every person dies, the other party has an additional new force..."

"Enough!! I naturally know this without you saying it." After interrupting Moya's speech rudely, Canaan turned around and ordered the neatly arranged priests behind him to start blessing the light spells for the wolf cavalry who were about to leave the city and directly fight against the undead.

"Your venomous tongue skills have improved again, and this light priest is no match for you at all." Sistaer, who had been standing behind Moya, couldn't help but sigh.

"Where, although it has improved compared to before, I still have to continue learning. Otherwise, how can I deal with these cunning enemies? They have always hoped to take my life." After gently tidying up their long hair, which was blown by the strong wind and snow, Moya turned his eyes to the dead.

The battle with Canaan is just a slight test, the real test has not yet begun.

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As the blessings of holy light flashed on the city wall one after another, the Lich King sneered on his skinny face.

With the thousands of Templar Knights in the city, Plalis could not hold on until the reinforcements arrived.

The dragon clan’s alliance must be initiated.

He had already inquired. The current controller of Mirata is just a seventh-level life priest. With this strength, he could not initiate the summoning spell of the Dragon Clan Covenant.

In less than a day, Plalis, known as the fortress of the Light Cult, will fall, and it will use its broken ruins as a gift to the Holy Dragon Knights who arrived later. This is really a pleasant idea.

"It's time to launch an attack and let the light churches huddled in the city see the strength of the Death Leader."

After communicating with the other thirty high-level lichs, the skeleton staff pointed directly at the Frost City above the rocks. Samma's magic spread silently. The originally silent undead soldiers let out a dull roar. The skeleton in front took neat steps to attack the city of Pralis.

"Giant crossbow is ready!!"

The former guardian army leader Kermu issued an order as the commander of the city defense force. More than ten stone crossbow soldiers set up on the open space in the outer city immediately held the wooden hammer in their hands and knocked on the gate just after the order.

One step, two steps.

The white skeleton kept approaching, testing Kermu's willpower. He suppressed his inner fear and waved his hand suddenly after the undead entered the best range.

"shooting!!!!"

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

The huge stone crossed the heads of the soldiers guarding the city with the sound of breaking through the air, and after drawing a half-moon-shaped trajectory in the air, it shot towards the undead like raindrops.

Because of the lack of thinking ability, the Skeleton Army did not retreat or avoid, and the stones smashed holes in the densely arranged team of undead.

Because the opponent is an undead, the crossbow arrows cannot play a role at all, and the number of catapults is limited, and can only fire more than 30 stone bullets at a time, which does not cause much damage to the astonishing number of skeleton legions.

"His High Priest, it's your turn. Isn't it the role you should play to minimize the number of enemies?" Russell urged the red earth dragon sitting down to walk to Moya's side, with sarcastic expressions in his ice-blue eyes.

"It's okay, I will demonstrate to His Majesty the King what role do you play in war with magic you have never been optimistic about."

A faint fluorescent light flashed, and a scepter appeared in Moya's hand. The huge purple crystal stone inlaid on the head of the moon-shaped scepter at the handle flashed from time to time with a temptation light, which was strange and dark, as if it was about to suck people into the bottomless depth.

"The authority of curses..." Ningal's court sorcerer stared at the cane in Moya's hand with a daze. This was the first time he saw this legendary artifact.

There are only simple summarys in all the magic books. It is impossible to show its true appearance in just a few words. Compared with the Ring of Passion that appears more often, the authority of the curse is even more mysterious.

At such a close distance, Sodom did feel the amazing magic power emitted by the "cursed authority" and the charming power recorded in the book. Those with weak resistance may at any time be confused by the magic power attached to the cursed authority and become slaves to this evil weapon.

"Master Warlock, it's time to activate your court warlock. The Canaan priests are almost completed, and you should prepare."

Awakened from his obsession by the cold words of the Dark Night Priest, Sodom awkwardly ordered the warlock to begin preparing for magic.

The thieves under the city have withdrawn to the city. They stayed in the inner city with other reserve militias, preparing to deal with the undead who may have launched teleportation into the city. As for the magicians, except for some of them going to the Church of Mirata to support, the rest began spells under the leadership of several elders of the guild.

"It's time for us to play."

As the chanting of the mage and the sorcerer spells, Moya, who had already blessed himself with the flying spell, slowly rose up, while Sistaer followed closely with the unique floating technique of the night elves. At present, he did not need the flying spell. It was his turn to appear after Moya's magic attack came to an end.

"Shid; Schfar; Yassen; Shaq; Valia... the stars that shine on the sky, fall and burn. I pray under the starry night, and in this silence, open the sky and drop the red destruction fire."

His hands were drawing spells and runes quickly. Moya's murmur not only made the old warlock widen his eyes again. Even the elders of the magic association who were preparing for magic opened their half-closed eyes, surprised and envious, flashed through their turbid eyes one by one.

"Crimson Stone!!"

The huge meteorite fell from the sky and hit the central part of the Skeleton Army accurately. The high temperature not only melted the thick snow, but also directly vaporized the skeletons hit.

"Eleventh-level flame magic?" Lich Samaritan didn't believe what he saw; "Crimson Stone... There is actually a fire-type magician in the city?"

The flame system is the only spell that harms the undead except light spells, but... is this possible? Ice crystal is the continent with the least mage among the four continents, and there are only a handful of mages above the ninth level. Could it be that they are the mentors of Fanue Magic Academy, no... this is impossible.

Fanue is far away in the Kruna Peninsula. If even they could send their mentors to the war, the Holy Dragon Knights of the Church of Light would have long caught up with their undead troops.

But...If it weren't for Fanue's magic tutor, who would be?

Could it be the magic guild in the city?

A superior mage suddenly appeared. Although his personal strength was not important, it would have a significant blow to his undead army. He could not recover by being directly hit by flame magic. In this way, isn’t the only advantage of the undead to the living meaningless?

Thunder and lightning and flames fell one by one from the city gate. The casualties of the Skeleton Legion were accumulating, and many bone fragments had accumulated under the city. The ground hit by the crimson stone was still steaming in the heavy snow. Even the soldiers at the city gate could feel the heat waves coming to their faces.

"Awesome...that female mage..."

"Idiot, haven't you heard of it? That's the high priest of the night elves. Look at which mages on our side can fly, they are all pussies. They always regard themselves as nobles on weekdays, but once they encounter an emergency, they are not as good as a priest. If there are more powerful characters in our country, His Majesty the King has already fulfilled his ambition to unify the Ice Crystal Continent..."

Listening to the comments of his soldiers, it was quite uncomfortable whether it was the mercenary king or the sacrifice to Canaan.

Without giving the Skeleton Army a chance to breathe, Moya summoned the Flame Demon. Caceres used flame magic while waving the Nine-Headed Whip in his hand. The "Red Lotus Fire" which is no less than the "Crimson Stone" burned all the skeletons around it into black powder.

"Blade Demon?!"

Samma held the bone staff in his hand tightly, and now he was completely sure that there was indeed a superior mage in the city of Plales.

Perhaps by gathering the power of multiple mages, you can use eleventh-level magic, but if you want to summon top-level fire monsters in the same way, this method will not work at all.

Warcraft are different from the undead without thoughts. They will not surrender to their masters who are weaker than themselves.

In order to return to the earthly realm, the undead sometimes does not mind the strength of the contractor who has made a contract with them. However, if you want to successfully summon the flame demon at the top of the fire monster, you will not talk about the contract signing, but just open the distorted space of the different space, and you will not be able to reach a consensus.

Different force points will only cause spell backlash, so the mage never conducts experiments of summoning advanced monsters with multiple people, which is undoubtedly suicide.

"The opponent is the Dark Mage."

The dark magician Laxis, who had not spoken, finally stopped silent. As a dark mage, he had already felt the power of darkness in the air.

"Dark Mage?!" The Lich King was full of doubts.

Although the undead belongs to the same darkness, the power sources are different; "The Treaty of Simpnati... is such a disgusting agreement. I didn't expect that even the superior dark mages joined the ranks of dealing with our undead."

"Don't worry, although the opponent is a superior mage, his level is several levels lower than me. This guy will be left to me to deal with. You just need to complete the deal with me and destroy Plalis." Elassis used the flying spell, left the ground, and slowly rose into the air.

The magical battle between superior mages is about to begin.
Chapter completed!