Chapter 1714: ?Undead Army

The air became heavy, and Harry on the icy ground was a little breathless. He couldn't imagine how this original demon named Grindelwald had the courage to face hundreds of people alone.
For wizard battles, although the number of people does not necessarily represent the strength of combat, quantitative changes will always cause qualitative changes. Harry felt that even if Dumbledore came, he would not be able to face so many Death Eaters still calm. .
Is it true that the first generation demon king is not afraid of death? What is he here for? Want to regain the title of the Demon King robbed by Voldemort?
What's the matter with Mr. Malfoy? He actually deceived Voldemort, could it be because Draco said good things about himself every day at home?
Not only was Harry confused, Voldemort obviously couldn't figure out the previous question.
"How dare you? How dare?!"
Voldemort's gaze swept across a pool of black dust on the ground not far away. He had no sympathy for the death of his men. Some were only a little bit sorry for the loss of tools, and more, it was his grindelwald. Hatred, because the opponent interrupted his first show after his glorious return.
"Why do you dare to face so many of us alone? Old man, if you kneel down and apologize now, I might be kind and don't care about you."
Grindelwald touched his moustache and shook his head as if he had heard some funny joke. He looked at Voldemort regretfully, as if he was worried about the IQ of the person who inherited his name.
"Who told you I was alone?"
"Oh? Are your "saints" your support? I'm afraid they have all lost their teeth, right?"
Voldemort looked up to the sky and laughed, and the Death Eaters gathered behind their master, laughing as if they had regained their courage.
"My reinforcements are much older than them..." Grindelwald sighed, raised the wand in his hand and launched the Deathly Seal into the sky: "The death knell is right, Voldemort, you are right I don’t know anything about power. Well, after so many years of arrangement, I will let you know this before you die today."
The white light illuminates everything around him. Voldemort saw Grindelwald suddenly open a golden door behind him. All thin and thin,'things' in various robes came out from the door. All of them had a weird and gloomy aura, and some even had black smoke rolling over them directly.
It was a lively skeleton. They wore gorgeous robes, some even wore crowns, and the staff in their hands was taller than humans. The years made their bones and palms white.
It's not that Voldemort has never seen undead creatures, but even after a wizard is turned into something like a corpse or a ghoul, it will be an irrational monster, with only aversion to life or a simple appetite.
But these undeads are different. Although the skeletons' eyes are shining with fireflies of various colors, Voldemort can feel the wisdom of these undeads because they are looking at him like a test subject.
"The temporary magic web built by the spider web only has five layers, which makes us unable to even use the wishing technique. Fortunately, this is a weak world." One of the skeletons spoke to Grindelwald and saw the bone chin. After moving a few times, the undead creature without a vocal cord uttered a voice: "I want to try what happens if I put a Felin Demon sunflower here."
Voldemort saw that these undead were very familiar with Grindelwald, and they were obviously in the same group.
"Master Shangla, let's stop chatting now?"
Grindelwald is also helpless to the Arch Liches. These dead people who have lived for too long always have alternative curiosity and a fanatical exploration spirit for magic, which makes them always behave very well when they are in a normal mood..... .eccentric.
And the death knell also said that if you want to torture a person, liches have a lot of evil ideas to refer to, but usually don't talk to them too much.
"He was right, Shangla." Another lich floated out of the crowd, his eyes were burning with purple fire, his body was full of black energy, and the difference was that he had no legs and his lower body was like The same as the snake: "The speaker and our goal are the same. Studying the nature of death is the main point of our next work. Dismiss these humans as soon as possible."
The name of the talking great Lich is Terisel, the great Lich of the Lich clan in the Nether era. He created the three races of Snake Man, Naga, and Lizard Man for the world of Faerun tens of thousands of years ago. He is the top magic biologist among the Liches.
He has been greedy for Voldemort for a long time. In the past, by analyzing the soul fragments taken by the speaker, the witches discovered that Voldemort's blood may be related to a certain snake-like monster.
This caused some disputes among the Liches of the Sky Council over whether the earliest snake bloodline in this new world was an oviparous or viviparous issue.
The argument had no result, and this made Terisir want to obtain Voldemort's corpse for autopsy.
Especially after the other party had just performed a weird reincarnation ceremony.
The ritual of flesh and blood... This is of great help to the study of necromantic magic. How to squeeze the soul into an artificial body is a good subject. If this problem can be solved, the liches don’t mind giving Prepare yourself some bodies that can communicate in a low-key human society.
After all, their journey is already a sea of ​​stars. Maybe in the future there will be an extremely powerful world for humans? The magic of hallucinations and charms is not always easy to use.
Although the magic of this world appears low-level in many aspects, there are also many unique places that can be used for reference to obtain inspiration, and some people have even been inspired by the space department.
As a 41st-level big lich, what else can he pursue? Isn't it just using your own knowledge to verify the origin of the world?
Liches do not bother to change the world or destroy the world~EbookFREE.me~ Only the pursuit of knowledge is the driving force for them to continue to "live", which is why most liches start from their graves Climbed out and accepted the invitation of the Sky Vault Council.
They have read enough books, and what they need now is to walk more.
"Let's do it, it is unnecessary to say so much to the enemy, even if you can only use the 5th level of low-level magic, it is enough to deal with them."
Another lich with red flames in his eyes said so. He is Laloc, a 46th-level lich. Among the lich groups dominated by visitors from the world of Faerun, he has a very strong voice, and everyone agrees with him. the opinion of.
Where are the people?
cemetery.
Which school of spells are generally the best at liches?
Necronomicon.
When more than a dozen liches cast spells to manipulate the undead at the same time, and the spider web behind them provided energy for them, the Death Eaters found that they had become the besieged party instead. Countless skeletons and corpses broke out of the ground, holding the coffin in their hands. Something like boards or stones surrounded everyone.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Someone could not bear the pressure of being surrounded by the undead at night, and tremblingly used a magic wand to cast a death curse on the liches. It stands to reason that defeating the summoner is indeed a good idea.
But he chose the wrong magic.
Laloc did not hide at all, and even specifically revoked the ten layers of protective magic blessed by him, and received this green light with his chest.
The flame in his eye sockets shook for a while, and then returned to normal again, and said to Grindelwald around him lightly: "Sure enough, it's like the speaker said, the Avadaso Mantra is a special product of this world, you must taste it. ......"
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