"Shut up, how can this kind of technology, which you should know how great it is, have such a name."

Indeed, and it somewhat infringes on the copyright of Fat Shark Plague II.

Wosolun raised his hand to prepare for the black special who was still in the shadow bubble just now, and moved his gray eyes to Alkadiza.

"He should at least be called the Mist of Wosolon, or something like that."

Just as he was speaking, Wosolun stopped and raised his left hand. On it, a ring was shining.

"This is?"

Alkadiza said puzzledly.

"My magic servant gave me a warning, I have to take action."

Wosolun shrugged his almost completely decayed shoulders.

"You..."

He remembered that Neferata said that you couldn't cast spells there, but the old vampire could leave his servants there?

"In the Blood Temple, I can also cast spells, and my methods are far better than that of the rat monster."

"I left a spellcasting elf as my messenger."

With that said, Wosuolun shook his head again and concentrated on manipulating the wind of shadows above the ground. He had to send Wu** Special there immediately.

The gray fog seems like it can never be seen through. All areas where the light is blocked are areas where they are concentrated, but in complete darkness, they become less dense.

Fortunately...

Wosolun looked up at the sky. The moonlight tonight seemed quite bright. The white and green moons hung in the sky. Fortunately, the green one was not very big today.

Otherwise, the monster's power may be strengthened.

The moonlight shines on the pyramid and the remaining black special objects, and the faint shadows cause the gray fog to continue to form.

These fogs are also produced by conspiracy and deception, so for mages with second vision, no one other than mages can deceive them.

The essence of the Shadow Wind is secrecy and deception, and the principle of the Shadow Bridge is somewhat like deceiving the space, making them not aware of your appearance, and then moving across the space.

Different from traditional portals that consume a lot of mana, because it is a deception, it consumes surprisingly little mana, but the rules for constructing this kind of spell are quite complicated.

If artifacts like the Guide Stone did not exist, Wosolun suspected that the spell that teleported the Wu** special would be more like a shadow carrying them flying through the air to their destination.

In that case, the speed will not be much faster than asking Wu Suoran to get a batch of undead birds to transport.

Seeing Alkadiza looking at his slow movements with confusion, Wosolun opened his mouth to explain.

"I can't be considered very familiar with the control of the Shadow Wind. After all, the total amount of time spent on it is only about ten to twenty years, maybe thirty or forty years, I can't remember.

It’s so clear.”

"But it is far from comparable to my necromancy, so I can't remember some of the spell-casting techniques, and the casting speed cannot be enhanced to the same level as my necromancy."

The gray mist gradually wrapped up into a huge void, enveloping some black special objects...

"U*** agents, all stand in the shadow bridge, we have to activate the first batch of teleportation."

Wosolun shouted to the remaining U***t.

The area created by the shadow wind he gathered at one time can transport about eight to twelve Uzumaki special beings, but now there are only three standing in it.

However, the discipline of these former elite warriors was still sufficient, and the twelve black beasts quickly stood still in the void.

I saw Wosolun throwing a big gray soft ball towards the U***t who had been talking to him before, and said seriously.

"Use the skills you had when you were alive, but don't fight hard, stall for time, give me about half an hour, preferably an hour. You bring these things over, and if you really can't hold them anymore, just crush them, I will

Come here immediately."

"I know, monster. But I want to,

I can't use it."

Wu**te's mouth was full of confidence. He didn't think that having the power of the gods, he needed the support of a monster.

It is obviously normal for the ancient champion warriors to have such arrogance. After all, in the past, they were the only warriors in a million, or even rarer ones.

"Don't be so confident. That monster may be stronger than Nagash. Oh, yes, you were all sealed before Nagash's rebellion. You don't know who he is."

Wosolun patted his head, which had been dead for many years, and might have begun to become lucid. His pale eyes seemed to have soul fire burning, and he said to the Ukrainian special agents with a strong sense of warning.
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"Then let me tell you, prepare to treat this battle as if you are fighting the gods."

"Are there such powerful monsters in this world?"

Although their faces are carved from stone, the faces of the black specialties open and close like horned vipers, still showing some contempt.

"I'm reminding you, this monster! Please be more attentive to me!"

Wosolun once again felt as if his body was about to come alive, and the feeling of anger burned in his long-dead body.

"I know."

U***t raised his hand and raised the huge sickle-shaped sword, signaling Wosolun to take action. He raised his claws and quickly applied the purple strengthening spell to those U***t that were not completely covered, and controlled it.

Send them away with shadow bubbles.

The power of the shadow was immediately consumed.

However, what is even more lacking is not the wind of shadows, but the wind of death that has been strengthening U*** Special since just now.

"The strengthened magic energy is not enough. Next, the power of the soul is needed to make up for it."

Wosolun's eyes were directed at the slaves and civilians who were tied aside, and he said to Alkadiza in a calm tone.

"In fact, the best soul is one that can use magic. The soul of a skilled wizard can replace the functions of hundreds or even thousands of people."

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"What do you mean?"

Alkadiza looked at his apprentices and felt a chill in his heart.

Vampires are indeed different from humans. Is teaching magic to students actually to squeeze their souls clean?

Now, reconciling with the vampires may be a wrong decision, although he still believes that under the invasion of such a powerful foreign enemy, Nehekhara should not break out into conflicts because of its past habits...

Of course, if it weren't for the rat monster and those creatures called demons, he would definitely clean up Neferata and Lamia.

Maybe, after the threat is reduced, he will still do it?

There was a shadow in Alkadiza's heart.

Wosolun looked at the gray mist coming out of Alkadiza's body under his second vision and rolled his eyes, even though his dry eyes were originally gray-white.

"Don't feel cruel, the soul is like currency to me, no, more like firewood, it is effective fuel, but if you can give me more effective fuel, I don't have to consume so much."<

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"For example, that rat monster. No matter how you put it, he has too much mana, it's extremely abnormal."

Thinking of the general situation of the white-haired mouse, Wosolun became more and more afraid, so much so that his voice became more and more like cracked plastic.

"If it weren't for his mana, which is dozens of times stronger than mine, he could easily gather more energy than all my mana. With his spell-casting skills, I would have killed countless people."

"That little alley was supposed to be his burial place. Who knew. He would create such a big disaster. I underestimated everyone in the world."

Although he said it was his fault, the violent overflow of Dahl energy around him showed that he was not at peace in his heart.

Being defeated by enemies that were far inferior to him in terms of spellcasting ability, spell knowledge, or all other enemies except for the amount of mana, this brought a huge blow to the old vampire.

He feels that his efforts over the past four hundred years

The direction is wrong.

Perhaps, his research direction should be used to improve his magic power first, rather than delving into spell casting skills.

However, the various situations in Nehekhara in the past never made him feel that his magic power was not enough.

Wosolun certainly understands that in all evolution, necessary steps will not be skipped, but he is still unwilling to do so.

His pale, dry eyes were full of hatred and anger. Wosolun looked at Alkadiza, recalled the white mouse, and said.

"He must have other sources of mana. During his break in fighting, I saw him eating a green thing. Maybe that was magic fuel."

"I can promise you that as long as you get that kind of thing for me, I won't need to seize so many human souls. I will only need a few, maybe dozens, or hundreds of slaves. They are of no importance to Nehekhara.

people."

"I will not let Nehekhara's army risk its march north for your benefit."

Alkadiza refused righteously and turned away, no longer looking at the poor people who were being slaughtered by the mage apprentices with ritual daggers.

Wosolun looked at him with his eyes motionless and asked softly.

"What about Nagash? He's still alive."

"How can you be so sure?"

On Alkadiza's dark face, the whites of the eyes outside the black pupils had a look of doubt.
To be continued...