All the Necromancer Wants is to Plant Trees

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Filotheus appeared with a powerful momentum.

Instantly, the goblin and gnoll who had just charged forward were shocked.

The bone dragon slightly spread its bone wings, and its bony neck suddenly twisted in mid-air. In the next second, its lower jaw opened, and a thick black smoke gushed out from its chest cavity--

Dragon's breath!

The negative energy dragon's breath, mixed with deadly poison and strong acid, sprayed out in a conical shape.

The fan-shaped area in front of the bone dragon was directly covered by the black smoke.

The underground creatures at the forefront didn't even have a chance to scream in pain before they were killed by this terrifying breath. Taking advantage of the enemy's panic and retreat, the bone dragon charged forward again.

Boom!

Filotheus's mountain-like body rolled over the wasteland.

Several dozen underground creatures' bodies immediately appeared on the ground.

Although Filotheus had made remarkable achievements upon his debut, he didn't rush to pursue further. Instead, he cautiously stayed in place, with his head facing Matthew, looking proud of his accomplishments.

Little Phi's actions were in line with Matthew's plan.

The bone dragon was definitely a powerful weapon against small soldiers.

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However, in the depths of the enemy formation, there were warlocks who were almost invincible in close combat and the newly joined southern quartet. Their levels were not much different from the bone dragon's, so there was a risk of being overwhelmed if they rashly charged over.

"Without the Exile Scroll, the longer the battle drags on, the more advantageous it will be for us."

Matthew's plan was clear.

This was Rolling Stone Town, their home ground. In a protracted battle, the more corpses on the ground, the more advantageous it would be for the necromancer to display their abilities.

So he quickly communicated with Zeller.

The knights also slowly regrouped towards the direction of the oak forest.

Everyone closely watched the changes in the enemy's army.

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On the other side of the cave entrance.

Hundreds of underground creatures were intimidated by the bone dragon and were running around like headless flies. Some weak-bodied creatures were even trampled to death by their companions during the escape.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Cataclysmic Cult decisively took action.

They saw the burly boarman warrior carrying a brown war flag rushing into the chaotic formation.

With his physique, any underground creature he collided with was naturally sent flying.

The boarman collided with more than a dozen goblins along the way and arrived at a relatively open wasteland. In the next moment, he forcefully planted the war flag in front of him into the ground.

"Heya!"

The boarman warrior vigorously patted his chest hair and let out a loud roar.

The war flag fluttered without wind.

Rings of black-brown halos radiated from under his feet.

Wherever the halos reached, the originally chaotic underground creatures successfully released from their state of intimidation.

At the same time, the half-dragon swordmage who had been following him took out a black horn.

"Woo woo woo!"

The sound of the horn echoed.

The underground creatures trembled at the sound, and then they all instinctively gathered towards the direction of the war flag.

The fear in their eyes disappeared.

Instead, a strong fighting spirit emerged!

In this way, with a war flag and a horn, the chaotic situation was instantly calmed.

The Cataclysmic Cult's army once again completed their assembly.

And during this process, more underground creatures continued to pour out from the cave.

The number of underground troops on the wasteland increased.

"Well done, Banwen, Meihedis!"

Edison praised loudly.

Then he looked at the extremely obese ogre beside him.

"Sinwalk, it's your turn to take down that damn bone dragon. I know it's a piece of cake for you."

The ogre lay comfortably on the ground.

He refused to get up for a while:

"Don't bother me, Sinwalk won't go anywhere! I'll just lie here and tear them apart when the enemy comes!"

Edison couldn't help but scold him:

"We're in the middle of a battle! Can't you finish fighting before resting?"

The ogre was indifferent:

"The great Yuclos never said that Sinwalk couldn't lie down for a while. Sinwalk has come all the way to the battlefield successfully. What else does Sinwalk need to do?"

Edison was infuriated by his attitude of slacking off at a critical moment.

"Don't make me hit you, Sinwalk!"

He raised the nail hammer in his hand sternly.

"It doesn't matter. Sinwalk's memory lasts only 17 seconds at most. Even if he gets hit, it will only hurt for a while."

The ogre lazily turned to lie on his side.

Only his two buttocks covered in thick moss were exposed to Edison.

Bang!

Edison angrily swung the hammer down, accurately hitting the ogre's forehead.

The ogre's eyes turned white, his body trembled, and then heavy snoring sounded.

"Sinwalk!"

Edison was furious.

"Let him sleep for a while. Considering Sinwalk's age, he's just a five-year-old child."

The agile warrior next to him said casually.

Edison looked at her angrily:

"How long will he sleep?"

Zeller tidied her hair:

"Who knows? Last time, he dared to fall asleep in front of that old black dragon. He slept for a full eighty hours. The black dragon was so angry that it almost castrated him! Unfortunately, the black dragon's subordinates couldn't find Sinwalk's 'second head'--he's just too fat. I'm really worried about his future wife."

Edison was speechless.

He glanced at the depths of the mine:

"So where is the black dragon, Agus? Why won't he come?"

Zeller sarcastically replied:"You're not unaware of the temperament of that old black dragon. When he was young, he fantasized about dominating the underground world. After being defeated by the Dragon Witch and the Fire Tribe, he was scared out of his wits. To this day, he just wants to live a peaceful life with his hundreds of wives from different races. It's already a favor that he's willing to lend us troops."

Ed said coldly:

"He's not without the desire to covet the surface world. The reason he doesn't want to come in person is because he's afraid of Ronan."

Zoel said as if it was a matter of course:

"Who isn't afraid of that madman Ronan? If it weren't for my master's explicit instruction that Ronan was trapped in the Star Realm, I would never get involved in this mess."

Ed nodded.

His tone softened a lot:

"Leila, do you see that Bone Dragon? It's a major enemy on the front line. I need you to kill that Necromancer. This can greatly reduce our losses.

Don't worry, I've just fought with that Necromancer. His level is not high, at most only third tier. His Bone Dragon must have been obtained by chance."

To his surprise, Leila quickly shook her head in refusal:

"My mission is to liaise with the old black dragon Agus, coordinate the army, and protect your life. I'm sorry, but I can't comply with other matters."

Ed's blood pressure, which had just dropped, shot up again:

"So, you plan to stand by and watch?"

Leila responded without giving an inch:

"My purpose is to ensure that even in the event of defeat, your body can be returned to the temple for resurrection in a relatively intact state.

After all, this is a precious body bestowed by the gods.

In the entire south, only you have this honor.

I can't let it be lost."

Ed shook his head irritably, gripping his Nail Hammer tightly.

Leila remained expressionless:

"I thought you had adapted to the prickly life in the Brotherhood. It seems that the Shepherd still needs some growth. I advise you not to look at me with that kind of eyes. I'm not a stupid Ogre. If I feel threatened, I don't mind turning you into a corpse and taking you back to the temple in advance."

As she spoke.

Her right hand was already on the curved knife on the outside of her thigh.

"Please, can you show some love and unity of the Brotherhood?"

"Ed, don't you always say we're a family?"

The Gnoll warrior guarding the flag in the distance seemed to have sensed the tense atmosphere here.

He complained loudly:

"Besides, can you manage the two groups of people you've brought over? They've all run away!"

Ed was stunned.

He quickly looked in the direction the Gnoll warrior was pointing.

But he saw that the people from the Silver Frost Brotherhood and the Withered Church had each taken their weapons and ran away separately.

Only this time they didn't run into the mine.

Instead, they retreated to the northwest.

The escape route of one group of people did not seem to be away from Rolling Stone Town.

Ed roared with a gloomy face:

"Forget about them, let's finish this quickly!"

"Banwen, you and Mahdis are old partners, can you two lead the team to take down that Bone Dragon?"

After receiving affirmative answers from the Gnoll and the Half-Dragon.

Ed ordered a strong Gnoll to lead a small team to bypass the front line and sneak attack the nearby farm, trying to create as much chaos as possible.

And so.

In the thunderous snoring of the Ogre Sinwalk.

The battle situation changed again.

The Underground Alliance launched an orderly attack!

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The lord's mansion and the nearby camp were brightly lit.

The sound of gathering footsteps was endless.

In a room.

Sif, dressed in her pajamas, looked worriedly at her father who was arming himself:

"Do you really have to go? Uncle Zeller and cousin Blade can handle it, right?"

Raga was adjusting his armor while responding seriously:

"People of the Blood Flag family do not run from battle. When our people are threatened by invaders, the only thing we need to do is to kill them all."

He thought for a moment, then said:

"Just over there in the oak forest, your teacher might be there too. Although I don't like him, I have to protect him. It's my responsibility."

Sif bit her lip:

"But I'm also a member of the Blood Flag family! I want to go too."

Raga turned around and gently touched her head:

"Indeed, you have the blood of the family in your veins. At some point in the future, you will step onto the battlefield like me, fighting for those who are very important to you. But that day is not today."

Sif shook off his big hand:

"But you're not willing to teach me how to fight! I'm almost 16 years old, you're always lying to me. I know you just want to protect me, but I really don't want to live under your protection forever."

Raga was taken aback.

He bent down, gently grabbed his daughter's shoulders, and looked at her with bright eyes:

"Fighting is not a difficult thing for people of the Blood Flag family, Sif. I swear to you, one day you will become an excellent warrior. But before that, my daughter, please let me protect you, okay?"

Sif pursed her lips, took a few deep breaths, and pushed Raga away with tears in her eyes:

"I know, I know all of it. I'm just worried about you, and Uncle Zeller, and Matthew.

I shouldn't hold you back. I just can't control myself sometimes. You don't have to worry about me. Go.

I promise you, I'll stay in the safe house until you come back. Go quickly!"

Hearing Sif's promise.

Raga smiled with relief.

He put on his helmet, took a heavy two-handed sword from the wall, put it on his shoulder, and walked out quickly.

Soon.

Outside the camp.

Under Raga's leadership.The knights of the Lord's Guard marched orderly towards the direction of the oak forest.

And just as the last team disappeared from the front of the Lord's Mansion.

In a small alley opposite.

Several sneaky figures quietly emerged.

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