Most people are not here now, and the remaining Ghost Riders and Necromancers are all led by Hans.

He quickly issued an order to allow less than a hundred evil spirit knights to get on horseback in front of the castle and protect the necromancers behind.

Gris stood on the top of the castle, his windbreaker's hem and hair fluttered in the wind, staring at the direction where the breath came from the west.

Not long after, a black army had appeared in his sight, and he was walking towards him in an unwilling manner.

Gris waved his hand gently, trying to summon hundreds of high-level skeleton soldiers who were usually on his territory.

But the summoning failed and nothing happened.

This was not beyond Gris' expectations. Since he came from his own direction, it seemed that his skeleton soldiers had been completely destroyed.

Fortunately, as long as you are not injured by the magic of the holy attribute, even if you are broken, you can still jump around after a period of cultivation.

It is difficult for the undead to be killed.

The distance was getting closer, but there was no intention of stopping.

It seems that the other party does not intend to explain why it came, which is quite in line with the style of the demons.

What does it have to do with you if I want to kill you?

Seeing the other person's appearance, Gris took a deep breath and shouted.

"The comingers stop! You have entered the territory of my king Dikao, if you don't want to..."

Gris' voice became smaller and smaller, because the other party obviously had no intention of stopping.

Since that's the case, there's nothing to say! Gris took off her windbreaker.

"roar--"

The loud roar changed from sharp to low, the eyes changed from black to dark gold, and the scales appeared on the body...

While opening the true body of the demon, the moment the wings spreading nearly eight meters behind him spread, Gris had already jumped down and rushed towards the demon clan who exuded a second-level aura in the middle of the opponent.

The other party had no intention of communicating. Gris was also a type of ruthless person who didn't talk much, so he chose to take the initiative.

Gris, who was swooping down, came to the leader almost in the blink of an eye, and the horn on his head hit the other party.

But what surprised her was that the other party did not dodge. When she was hit, she had already reached out and grabbed her horns with both hands.

Under the influence of impact force and inertia, the opponent's feet rubbed against the ground and slid backwards, leaving two conspicuous gullies on the ground!

Seeing Gris launch an attack, Hans pulled out two long swords from his abdomen and shouted: "Pay attention to the formation, don't be too fond of fighting, kill!"

"kill!!!"

The remaining ghost knights roared together, pulled out their weapons and rushed towards the opposite army.

The Ghost Knight on the opposite side also drew out his weapons and rushed straight to this side.

The two sides soon fought together, and the necromancer behind them recited spells and prepared to provide magical assistance.

...

Gris knocked the opponent's leader for more than 20 meters away, and broke out a way in the camp behind the opponent.

But Gris knew that this time did not cause any harm to the other party.

When the impact disappeared, Gris raised his hand and grabbed it. While the other party retreated and dodged, he was grabbed by the cloak.

With a "slam", the other party's cloak left his body, revealing a blue-toned face below.

It looks human, but its exposed skin is blue and its eyes are slightly cloudy.

Wearing a coarse cloth dress that doesn't look delicate, it's slightly taller than that of ordinary humans.

However, at this moment, Gris, who was two meters tall, still looked a little short, but this was not the point.

Seeing the other party's exposed cyan skin, Gris narrowed his eyes.

Lich is strictly not a purely-bred demon race, because this is one of the evolution directions of necromancers.

Necromancers will often transform their bodies and catch external forces to complete the transformation from humans to demons.

The purpose is very simple, just for long-term life.

The eight major races in the world are divided into many other subcategories.

Humans are one of the shortest-lived races, and the lifespan of ordinary humans is only about a hundred years.

In this world, there is no system for upgrading. To put it bluntly, it all depends on luck, or gradually finding a path that suits you.

Therefore, the necromancer who was following the demon clan adopted another method, which was to use external forces to transform their bodies, thereby achieving the effect of extending their lifespan.

Lich is one of them. Simply put, it means that one can turn one's body into a nature similar to a ghost knight, and one can have nearly infinite life.

Of course, immortality is not something that cannot be dying, but at least in this way, there is plenty of time to study more magic and other things.

Strictly speaking, the lich also turns itself into a corpse, but since it is not made through the skills of the Demon King, it is different from the Ghost Knight.

Lichs have no sense of taste and smell, and cannot taste the ups and downs of time; there is no sense of pain, and cannot feel the harm; there is no love, and can only be lonely forever...

These defects may be a result of evolutionary failure, or perhaps the world's punishment for them violating the rules...

But it has to be admitted that lichs, like dragons, are races that are both good at physical fitness and magic.

Of course, the Lich cannot be compared with the Dragon Clan at the same level, after all, the Dragon Clan is a real BUG race.

"Tell me the purpose of your coming here, Lich!" Gris looked solemn.

"Hmph, even a first-level demon tribe dares to yell at the second-level?" The lich opposite grinned arrogantly, "Do you think too much about yourself?"

As he finished speaking, he stepped forward and rushed straight to Gris' chin with an uppercut.

This punch is not fast, but it is extremely powerful. You can even see the twisting feeling of the air being squeezed on the fist.

Gris wanted to avoid it, but the other party was a second-level life after all, so his reaction was still a little slower.

The punch rubbed Gris' chin and hit him up. With a crisp "rubbing", a white scratch left on the scales beside Gris' mouth.

"Oh? Not bad!"

The lich praised, and did not continue to attack, but said with interest, "My name is Fraser. I can not kill you. As long as you hand over your name and be loyal to me!"

"My king is called Dikao!"

As the words fell, Gris had already headed straight for the other person's throat.

Fraser turned around and avoided, raising his hand and clenching his fists while a hoarse voice rang out, "Since that's the case... then go and die!"

"Bang!"

The punch hit Gris' left face firmly, causing her to fly backwards and knock down a large number of evil spirit knights.

At this time, the other party also took down their cloaks and revealed their true colors.

The leader was a ghost knight, all of whom were first-level, and led six hundred ghost knights to attack here.

There are about 200 necromancers and more than 200 advanced skeleton soldiers behind them.

Gris flew backwards for more than ten meters and rolled on the ground for a few more times before stopping. Before he could hold up, Fraser had already arrived in front of her.

"cough!"

Grace spit out a mouthful of blood, and supported the ground with both hands and was about to get up, but Fraser stepped on her head.

With a dull "bang", Grace's face was directly smashed into the ground, and several cracks extended around it.

"What a pity!" Fraser sighed with regret, then raised his foot and prepared to stomp it.

"Swoosh--"

A black shadow suddenly flashed next to him, and he headed straight for Fraser with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Ferrer, who heard the sound, knew that he had no time to hide, so he turned around and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Bang!"

The dark shadow slammed heavily at the intersection of Fraser's arms. Grace saw this scene the moment she looked up. It was actually a hammer!

After knocking Fraser back, the hammer was caught by one hand before it landed.

The man is only about one meter tall, his muscles are bulging, and his long gray hair and beard are tied into strips of braids.

Rudolph caught his hammer and stood up, glanced at Fraser with a solemn face, then turned his head and smiled, "Mr. Gris, my king's territory has been invaded. If I don't inform me, do you still treat me as an outsider?"

...

"roar--"

A roar suddenly came from a distance not far away, and those who were hearing the sound during the battle turned their heads one after another.

Hundreds of dwarves roared into the battlefield with their hammers roaring.

Jacqueen and Barta took the lead, jumped up first, and directly hit the hammer in their hands on the heads of the two high-level skeleton soldiers in front of them.

Accompanied by the sound of two metal collisions, the helmets of the two high-level skeleton soldiers were smashed into a big pit.

The skull inside the helmet was smashed instantly, leaving only two skull torso wrapped in armor and fell to the ground.

The dwarves behind also rushed in and blasted the enemy. Although the number of dwarves entering from the flank was not enough, they were obviously able to form an effective force.
To be continued...