Versatile Mage

“Why break 5,000?” Movan asked.

The Sovereign Mage beamed.

In the minds of normal people, shouldn't you be angry first?

After all, he's going to kill all the people here. Shouldn't this little federal officer be concerned about his life and death first?

“Well... it's kind of my ability. Smelter, you know, a lot of common materials are needed to extract high-temperature resistant metals from those impurities. The vast majority of substances cannot withstand high temperatures and burn to ashes in flames, and the true essence will be preserved. And by the time you reach 5,000, you will have a soul essence.” The Dead Sorcerer doesn't mind answering Movan's question.

“What's the use of this essence of the dead?” Movan asked again.

Dead Sorcerer's mouth pounded.

His fingers actually kept moving, nothing more than manipulating his skull, the Devil's Swamp Tree, to play close here.

I just don't know why, in the face of such sincere inquiries, it always seems a little rude to kill someone without an answer.

“We're at war now.” Zhao Manyan whispered.

“It doesn't matter, you won't get out of this swamp anyway.” The Sorcerer of the Dead looks very large.

“Why are you so confident?” Movan asked.

“It's simple...”

The Sorcerer laughed and his other hand seemed to be holding onto something, slowly lifting it up.

With his hands raised, this vast swamp, which turned black ocean, showed some tremors, and some of the hard earth blocks that could have stood slightly collapsed into the mud swamp.

Hard earth blocks are where federal soldiers set their feet and now fall, and soldiers can only find nearby plants and climb onto some old trees.

But they didn't realize that it was those old cinnamon trees that made this huge swamp so noisy!!

This time it is no longer necessary for Movan to use Chaos magic.

The roots of those old laurels were pulled out of thick mud by themselves, and although they did not stand upside down, they exposed their true faces to the sight of all federal soldiers.

Originally, a horrible skeleton demon tree had turned soldiers into frightened wild ducks, and a crowd appeared around!

Those seemingly ordinary marshy old laurel trees... they're carrot stem leaves, and when you try to pull out the little stem leaves, you never know what a giant thing is underneath the soil!

Skeleton demon trees can creep and slow down, but their “branches” can stretch for hundreds of meters.

For a while, the Federation soldiers were like falling into a pristine forest, except that the trees were skeletons, a dreadful forest of skeletons!

“A Dead Soul Essence is a precious seed that can cultivate one!” The Dead Sorcerer shows his battlefield dominance while answering Movan's questions without fear.

Movan nodded.

So that's it.

The Sovereign worked for the Brown Rebel, but he also benefited immensely from the war.

Collect the corpses of soldiers, turn them into skeletons under the swamp, and then increase and grow their ability to die.

No wonder he would say that war is a glorious spring for the sorcerer of the dead...

“So all the ex-federate scouts you sent before were solved by yourself, then you are a general among the Brown Rebels!” Movan continued.

Death Mage Buckle stunned again.

This little brother of a federal officer, is he probably blind?

Can't he see that there are nine whole skeleton demon swamp trees around him!!

Not counting the fighting power of the Skeleton Demon Swamp Tree, those Swamp Skeleton soldiers alone reached two or three thousand.

Isn't he worried that he will be mutilated by the five horses at all? Why hasn't he begged for forgiveness yet? What is all this?!

Do you need more Movan to talk nonsense?

His demise wizard, Bucker, sits in this swamp sitting in town, and many soldiers from the Federation are sacrificing to their own demise furnaces.

Within the Brown Regime Army, he is a spiritual general who can challenge thousands of enemy regiments without a single soldier.

Most importantly, he is a magician of the dead.

The most common presence on the battlefield is death, which will bring endless magic to the Sorcerer of Death, so he will only get stronger!!

“Looks like he's not a rebel scout, he's just a fierce watchdog.” Mulberry made this assessment.

Movan nodded immediately.

Too bad.

If the other side were scouts and removed him, it would be easier for them to penetrate the depths of the marsh camp.

“The watchdog?” Death Mage Buckle hears this word and his face is going to crack open with anger!!

“is fierce.” Mofan added.

Soul fade!!!

Who cares if it's fierce or not.

Keeper Dog

He is the guard dog of the Brown Regime Army in the Swamp Camp

“I killed 4,560 Federation soldiers! If you don't look around, is it possible for you troops to get out alive!!!” Buck the Sorcerer roared.

“You just said 4,570.” Movan corrected.

Soul!!!!

With such a large number, who would remember clearly?

None of this is the point.

The point is that everyone in this swamp will die, no matter how many ex-soldiers the Federation sends, his spirit master Buckle will brutally kill them!!

“I think I've focused too much on the words of a group of people who are about to become my Skull soldiers.” Death Master Buck took a deep breath.

Angry with the dying man, totally unnecessary.

What about them who say they are guard dogs and become skull soldiers???

“I will not let the fly eat you, I will hang you still breathing on the branches, let you dry all your blood, let your corpses dry a little and become a skeleton in a long torment!!” Buckle, the spirit of death, spoke in vicious language.

“It's raining here, and the wind in the swamp is too damp, and the corpse hangs from the trees only to rot and dry. As a magician of the dead, you should know that the body changes in different climates.” Movan said.

Four big words of inexperience split into the mind of Buckle, the magician of the Undead, like a four-sounding thunder.

He's losing his temper!!

Why are you so cheap to talk to dead people and kill them directly and neatly, you don't have to be angry like now!!

“Give me... Fuck you!!!!” Death Master Buck roared.

His other hand reaches out like a claw to Movan here, and that skeleton near here, the Devil Swamp Tree, is swinging a skeleton branch, and a skeleton claw is flying like hundreds of life-taking ghosts!!