So I am thinking of rewriting the Being a Necromancer in Dying Worlds work what do you think...
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Torn between retreating or helping the Black Wing Lair resist the demonic army of Frost City.
Over the years, the grassland elves and frost elves have received a lot of care from the Black Wing Lair.
At the beginning, the two major elven tribes paid various sums of money and offered the magical knowledge collected by their tribes for many years in exchange for the Black Wing Lair's help in resisting the invading demon army.
But later, the two major elven tribes were drained of their wealth by the continuous war and could no longer pay the Black Wing Lair a sufficient price. However, the Black Wing Lair did not withdraw its troops, leaving the two major elven tribes alone to face the demons of Frost City.
This behavior naturally won the favor of the two major elf tribes, especially the prairie elves from the good camp. They were so moved that they gave up their prejudices against the monsters and evils of the Black Wing Lair.
And as the Black Wing Lair later dispatched troops across the entire southern continent, rushing to the front lines to eliminate demons, this feeling only deepened.
One should know, rushing to the front lines to fight against the demons and persisting for several years—how many brave and capable warriors must die?
Black Wing Lair's behavior of helping other living beings regardless of their own losses is truly that of a good camp among all alignment preferences.
"I have decided. Since Black Wing Lair will not back down, then we prairie elves will not back down either."
After a long silence, the prairie elf Queen Eliza made a difficult and decisive decision.
When the Frost Elf Queen Denise heard this, she sighed, as if she had expected it.
"Why bother? The main demon force of Frost City has arrived, and the Dark Frost Giant Lord is guarding the abyss gate on the Floating Island. In Tal, there are probably only the three sea clans who can stop them."
As long-lived experts, the Frost Elf Queen and the Prairie Elf Queen naturally knew some of Tal's secrets.
Faced with Denise's persuasion, Eliza shook her head and said, "The Black Wing Lair can be said to have saved the life of the south. Now that the Black Wing Lair is at the forefront, I can't convince myself to run away."
Denise stopped trying to persuade her. She knew that this was Eliza's personal conviction, and at the same time, it was also the conviction of the entire prairie elf tribe.
She could understand it, but she couldn't do it herself.
"I need to be responsible for my own tribe." That was all Denise said.
Compared with the prairie elves of the good camp, the frost elves of the neutral camp do not have such a strong sense of morality.
As long as her own interests or fundamental interests are not involved, Denise is still willing to help the Black Wing Lair. After all, the actions and sacrifices of the Black Wing Lair over the years are not false.
In order to resist the demons of Frost City, the lives of millions of warriors were lost!
However, even though she was moved, Denise still made a difficult choice in the face of the survival and destruction of her entire race.
"I understand you too." Eliza smiled lightly, not feeling that the choice of the Frost Elf Queen Denise was shameful.
She understood that Denise was being responsible for her tribe.
In comparison, Eliza herself was a bit 'selfish.'
Although the prairie elves were willing to follow Eliza's decision without hesitation, Eliza's pain was inevitable.
She knew what the consequences would be for the prairie elves after making this decision.
"Take good care of those children for me."
In the end, the two queens looked at each other in silence, and Eliza spoke.
The children Eliza referred to were the prairie elves who were not yet of age.
This time, leading the tribe to participate in the war, it was naturally impossible to take the underage children with them into the battlefield, where they were almost certain to die.
This was also to leave seeds for the tribe to continue.
"I will," Denise nodded, speechless.
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As time passed, soon, at the edge of the Dark Forest, about two thousand kilometers to the northwest, the soldiers stationed there from the Black Wing Lair started a fierce life-and-death battle with the army arriving from Frost City.
Soul Angels, Frost Angels, Wood Angels, Power Angels, and Giant Angels—the number of angels transformed from the five types of ghosts exceeded one million.
And their lowest strength was mid-level, with thousands of high-level angels among them.
On the ground, hundreds of thousands of jackals and warg knights, goblin warriors, and troll warriors also let out their own roars, fighting against the endless demon army without hesitation.
There was no trace of fear in their eyes, only enthusiasm.
Seeing this scene, the demon strongman from Frost City felt his heart turn slightly cold.
Although they were chaotic, evil, and cruel demons, they still cherished their own lives when their minds were normal.
Naturally, they were also afraid of death.
In particular, the higher the rank of the demons, the stronger their grasp of reason, and the less likely they were to be influenced by their chaotic nature.
"These monsters are more like demons than us," Sears, a legendary fourth-level ice-winged demon leader, said with emotion.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel some interest in Black Wing Lair.
What kind of lord was it, or what means were used, to make these monsters lose their fear of losing their lives?
After a small sigh, Sears, the leader of the Ice Wing Demons, ignored these birds and monsters and led tens of millions of Frost City flying demons directly across the battlefield, heading straight for the Dark Forest—that towering black castle.
Millions of ghost angels and monster dependents looked at the demons flying past under the pressure of the sky, but they were helpless.
Because at this moment, they had been entangled by tens of millions of demons, and almost every Black Nest warrior needed to face more than double digits of demons every second.
Of course, facing all of them at the same time was not so exaggerated, but one to a few at least.
Relying on their individual strength to surpass these demon cannon fodder, the Black Wing warriors fought like madmen, killing millions of demons in a short time.
However, when they raised their heads, they saw that the demons in front of them were still dense and endless, showing no signs of decreasing.
As time passed, some of the weaker Black Wing warriors exhausted their strength and energy and were submerged in the massive demon attacks.
Just when these demons were excited and wanted to devour the soul and flesh and blood of the Black Wing warriors, the latter's bodies instantly turned into ashes and black smoke and disappeared.
This left quite a few demons stunned, but trapped in this war, they had no time to think—either continue fighting or die at the hands of the Black Wing warriors.
In the distant sky, a huge floating island of frost appeared.
And this also symbolized the arrival of the main force of the demon army.
Legendary demons stood on the floating islands, looking at the fighting below with various expressions.
"It's been a while since the vanguard led by Sears arrived, right? These monsters are still holding out?"
Many legendary demons were confused and surprised.
This time, they had followed the lord and come here, but they didn't think it would be a war.
They came here to pollute the earth, to harvest the soul and flesh of the world.
In short, they were here for a buffet, with no intention of getting into a serious fight.
Black Wing Lair wasn't worthy.
"Sir Snow Demon, do you want your subordinates to take action to get rid of these reptiles?"
A legendary third-level one-horned ice demon asked respectfully.
The Lord Snow Demon in its mouth was a handsome man with white hair who looked like an ordinary human.
He looked harmless on the outside, but hundreds of legendary demons with ferocious, ugly, or majestic appearances were standing behind him.
These legendary demons looked at the Snow Demon with fear and awe in their eyes.
He was the first general under the command of the Dark Frost Giant Lord Thorne, the legendary fifth-level peak powerhouse—the Snow Demon 'Mello.'
"It's just a bunch of reptiles. Don't worry about it," Snow Demon 'Mello' said calmly.
He naturally knew what this one-horned ice demon was thinking—it simply wanted to devour the flesh and souls of the monsters below.
But polluting this world required a large amount of abyssal breath.
Therefore, the more demons died here, the higher the degree of pollution would naturally be. When the pollution reached a certain level with the abyss, it could completely drag the entire world into the embrace of the abyss.
Therefore, for Frost City, allowing low-level demons to be killed by local creatures was for a greater goal.
"Yes," the one-horned ice demon responded respectfully, stepped back, and did not dare to speak further.
Some of the other legendary demons were initially ready to make a move, but as soon as Snow Demon Mello spoke, they calmed down instantly.
Mello seemed very gentle in his words, but once his orders were disobeyed, there were usually only two consequences—either severe torture or death.
This guy had been following the lord for thousands of years. He was one of the most trusted subordinates of the Dark Frost Giant Lord Thorne and had a great reputation in the area around Frost City.
The huge floating city crossed tens of thousands of meters above the battlefield, ignoring the brutal battle below.
To the east of the Dark Forest was where the Black Castle and Monster City were located.
At this time, in the dark square of Castle Black, a tall Gate of the Abyss stood, and Void Angels, Battle Greymons, and Death Patrollers shuttled out of it.
The aura of each Void Familiar started at the highest level.
Frost City's floating island suddenly attacked, leaving Black Wing Nest somewhat passive. It hastily relocated the Abyss Gate, originally arranged in the ghost plane, to Tal.
Although there was no cost and no upper limit for teleportation at the Gate of the Abyss, there was a limit to the number of individuals that could be teleported at intervals. Therefore, to maximize the gathering of troops before the demonic army of Frost City attacked, priority was naturally given to teleporting high-level descendants of the void.
"Sir, the floating island of the demon army is less than three thousand kilometers from here. Its vanguard is currently less than five hundred kilometers away and will arrive soon."
A legendary first-level werewolf Hinder suddenly appeared next to the tall and majestic kobold standing beside the dark square, reporting the latest news.
Skye nodded slightly and ordered him to scout and report again. He turned to look at the Gate of the Abyss, which was constantly teleporting troops here, and made quick calculations in his mind.
"Currently, there are more than 32 million dependent warriors gathered in the Dragon Nest. Excluding the two million dependent warriors currently fighting at the borders of the territory, there are still 30 million left behind in the Dragon Nest."
Of these 30 million dependent warriors, 25 million were low-level dependents, more than 4 million were intermediate dependents, the high-level dependents barely made up 200,000, there were more than 23,000 master-level dependents, and 120 legendary dependents.
In terms of quantity, the Void Familia gathered in Tal at this time reached one-fifth of the total number of Void Familia. In terms of strength, they represented 95% of the strength of Black Wing Lair.
The masters and legends who had stayed in the Black Wing City of the Abyss Lava Wasteland and the Ghost Clan Plane were teleported to Tal at the first opportunity. Only some mid-level and high-level dependents and a large number of low-level dependents remained behind due to the limited efficiency of the Abyss Gate.
"That's enough," Skye thought to himself.
He summoned the bone demon, Augura, here.
Soon, there was a slight ripple in the space, and a Death Patroller over 100 meters in size crawled out of the void. The tens of thousands of skulls and densely packed skeleton spider legs made the tall warriors guarding the dark square slightly tense up when they saw it.
Really scary.
Ogola was the legendary third-level peak bone demon who had been taken under the control of the Black King when he was in the ghost plane. After many years, with the help of the power of the void, he finally broke through to the legendary fourth level, and his strength increased greatly.
In the past few months, the Black Dragon Lord used abyss bone demons as raw material to create terrifying void creatures such as the Death Patroller, and then thought of Ogola, the most powerful bone demon under his command.
Without saying a word, he directly transformed him into a Death Patroller.
The original body of the abyss bone demon was actually not weak, but its size was too small—similar to that of ordinary humans—and its melee capability was slightly weak. However, with the continuous strengthening of the power of the void and Overeat and the body of such a giant death patroller, the abyss bone demon, who was originally good at spiritual and soul attacks, had now also become extremely powerful in melee combat especially with gray void energy attacks.
Skye raised his head slightly, looked at Ogola suspended in the sky, and gave the order:
"Ogola, you lead 10,000 Death Patrollers, 10,000 Battle Greymons, and 2 million mid-level Void Angels, and destroy that vanguard force for me."
A hundred-meter-tall a grotesque amalgamation of countless skulls and spider-like bone limbs, exuding a dark, malevolent aura. The eerie presence and synchronized movement of its skulls served as a psychological tactic to instill fear and demonstrate overwhelming power shifted and it's skulls closed together, letting out a strange smile as it said with a screech,
"Commander Skye, just wait for the good news."
The Death Patroller, filled with black energy, soon led a mighty army toward the northwest.
After a while, a fierce battle broke out.
From hundreds of miles away, the huge sounds of war could already be heard.
"The master's order is to let the Void Familiars die as much as possible." Skye's vision seemed to pierce hundreds of miles into the distance, and he saw the fierce clash between the bone demon leading the void army and the vanguard of Frost City.
The easiest way to let the Void Familiars die is to commit suicide.
But suicide is undoubtedly too wasteful.
Therefore, Skye's task at this time was to try to take away as many demons as possible before the arrival of the Frost Floating Island.
If conditions permitted, he could also take the opportunity to quietly plant void seeds into some high-level demons.
Low-level demons were used as food to promote the power of the void, while high-level demons were used as future companions.
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In the Black Castle, the huge black dragon closed its eyes and felt the rising power within its body.
Invisible, the black dragon seemed to be able to see the power pouring into his dragon body along the void passage, then merging harmoniously as a part of its power.
This power, which was insignificant to the black dragon, gathered like a stream into an ocean.
The black dragon's biological level advanced from the 22nd intermediate level to the 22nd high level in an almost linear improvement, and then continued to climb.
When the two million mid-level warriors on the front lines were completely submerged in the endless demon army, when the bone demon Ogola and the ice-wing demon Sears, who commanded the demon vanguard of Frost City, had a life-and-death battle, and when the terrifying commotion spread across hundreds of thousands of troops—
A massive amount of power gathered upon the Black Dragon Lord like a trickle, finally allowing him to break through to the twenty-third level.
That is, the fourth level of the legend.
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