Chapter 1961: Filthy blood

"Listen, you weak necromancers, we may encounter unimaginable enemies on this trip. With your undead creatures alone, once you are locked in position by those enemies, you will never escape."
The voice from Alama, the enchanter, resounded over the island. At this time, he had put down the hood on his head, revealing a long flowing golden hair, which was extremely dazzling under the light.
Soon, he distributed the dark blood-colored vials to nearby necromancers.
"What the bottle carries is terrible filthy blood. If those angels attack you, you only need to pour the filthy blood on them, and they will be eroded by the filthy blood and unable to continue fighting."
The Necromancers who got the blood bottle all showed joy. This is the best treasure they can use to defend themselves. With so many undeads in the ocean, they are most afraid of directly assassinating the body by the angel.
"I don't need this kind of thing." On the undead giant whale, Wavebreaker Kegel just wanted to throw the blood bottle out, and a powerful momentum suppressed him immovably.
He raised his head tremblingly, and saw the weird angel who was looking down at him without any emotions above the sky. The mighty power from the legendary creature could even directly crush him on the stage.
"What's that?" Kegel asked tremblingly.
"You will need it." Alama shook his head without answering his question.
"Foul blood? Is this the guy's blood?" On the side, Death Knight Vera shook the blood bottle tightly. From the blood bottle, he felt a very familiar breath, and then asked.
"You guessed it." Alama replied without hiding anything, "The blood you brought back from that creature is of extremely high value. With a little improvement, it can become a powerful weapon in the hands of the wizard. Enough to defeat any creature from within the bloodline."
He paused, and then said: "These filthy blood, but my very important research results, there is only so much left on my body. If it were not for Lord Rhodes's request, I would not give it to you!"
Vera nodded tremblingly. He still remembers what a weird alien creature he was once contaminated with the filthy blood, but he still hugs whether the filthy blood can affect the angels. Doubts: "Can this kind of blood really work for angels? After all, they are creatures in the legend, maybe they can resist the filthy blood..."
Listening to Vera's doubts, Alama laughed: "Even angels cannot resist the erosion of the filthy blood, and this is where the filthy blood is most powerful. I have made sufficient attempts on this point. "
Vera took a few steps back. He had been treated by this enchanter, but he didn't want to know what Alama's attempt was referring to.
Taking the filthy blood bottle, Vera turned sideways slightly, looking at the almost invisible cliff in the distance, and then took a deep breath, where there were still people waiting for her to return safely.
"Here..." Soon, feeling a wave of spatial fluctuations, Vera's expression changed slightly, and she looked in the direction of the change.
A pale golden portal opened in front of the eyes of many necromancers on the island. One end of the portal sank into the ocean. The necromancers who were still whispering suddenly quieted down. The appearance of the portal was a sign of the opening of the action.
"Don't enter it in a hurry, follow the plan and throw in your undead creatures first!" Recalling Rod's entrustment before leaving, the death knight Kane commanded loudly.
Under his sign, many undead oceans poured into the gate of different dimensions, and the entire ocean caused huge waves. Under the influx of hundreds of millions of undead oceans, it was even enough to move the people outside the portal. The sea was emptied, and when you looked around, you could only see the endless, densely packed undead creatures with red light in their eyes.
At this moment, the entire ocean seemed to come alive, whether it was the necromancer on the island, the nearby death knight, or even the knowledgeable Alama, they had never seen such a sight. Although these ocean undeads are small, when hundreds of millions of them are gathered together, they are enough to form the power to destroy the world.
"How amazing." Looking at the scene in front of him, the enchanter Alama couldn't help but exclaimed, "Such a magnificent scene, this is something that sorcery can't do anyway, only the necromancer, no, or say Only Lord Rhodes can do this."
Vera listened to Alama's praise to Rhode, and she was more sure of the smooth completion of the task in her heart.
It will obviously take a lot of time for these hundreds of millions of sea undead to pass through the narrow gate of different dimensions at the same time, and the necromancers nearby are patiently waiting for the next step of the plan.
At this moment, on the other side of the portal, there were fierce mana fluctuations, and even the undead creatures that had just passed through it pouring out at this moment, dispelling the formation of the nearby ocean undead.
"What happened? How could this happen?"
The Necromancer who had not figured out the situation was surprised to discuss, and the well-informed Alama also realized the problem.
He shook his head, his expression changed slightly: "The other side of the door is under attack, and even the undead creatures that pass through it are knocked back by the attack on that side. It seems that the enemy over there doesn’t want it. See more sea dead..."
"What should we do? Lord Lord Rodriguez hasn't explained it. What should we do when this happens."
Vera asked hesitantly. Although he is one of the leaders of necromancers nearby, he has the same strength as the corpse witch king, but neither his commanding ability nor his emergency response ability on the battlefield can compare to another death. Knight Kane, let alone Alama in front of him.
Unlike necromancers who are accustomed to leading undead creatures to fight alone, sorcerers who control a large number of alien creatures are good commanders on the battlefield. It is not like using spirit to control a large number of alien creatures with self-awareness and completely different personalities to fight. Imprints are as simple as controlling undead creatures, and they have strict requirements for various special skills.
Among the lords across the mainland, the Necromancers are recognized as the group with the worst command ability. They do not need to consider the battlefield illusion, the morale of the undead creatures and the living habits of their subordinates, and they never receive complaints from their subordinates. It is to let those undead creatures rush to kill the enemy fiercely.
In view of Alama's commanding ability on the battlefield, far surpassing any necromancer on the island. Before Rod left, he entrusted him as the commander here, just to prevent accidents.