Chapter 591 (2/2)

Unless a legendary mage appears here, any force in the wasteland at this moment, even the clergy of the gods, can not resist the torrent of tens of thousands of ”undead creatures”!

”Fireball,” magic effect ”and” spell expansion ”(simulation)”

Zhao Xu watched the undead swarms rush to the front line where he stood, and directly threw a fireball to clear the field.

Immune to many negative states of undead, for fire damage, most of them still eat it honestly.

It's just that fireball, which originally has a 6-meter radius, with the ”spell expansion” feat, doubles the radius of action to 12 meters.

All the undead within the Fireball's range were suddenly injured and tossed, as if drowning.

But it's still a drop in the bucket.

Zhao Xu could only shake his head when he saw this scene and continued to cast his magic quietly.

”Supernatural spell - war spell: Advanced lightning beam.”

The next moment, a lightning beam more than 30 meters long and 6 meters wide, which can be called a lightning curtain, lies directly on the ground, cutting off the way to the area.

This high-energy grid suddenly appeared in the void, and immediately wiped out the undead in the long strip area.It's like spraying a wave of insecticide on the ant colony, and it works very quickly, but it doesn't work in the face of the huge number of ants.

”War spell: heat wave (four rings).”

Looking at the wrong situation, Zhao Xu still has to make up the war magic quickly. Moreover, compared with the flash beam, the low movable flame wall is also 30 meters long and can last for more than one round.

But that's all.

Zhao Xu looked at his several magic arts, but they were not as sure as usual and turned the world around.

In his heart, he knew that this war was not something he could end with one or two magic tricks.

And Zhao Xu created a huge range of magnificent magic effects, which also attracted people's attention. However, as long as they did not fall into the enemy's hands, they would not suffer any loss.

”God, help us!”

”God, you have the seed to do us down here, otherwise we human beings will not fail.”

From time to time, there were shouts from the retreating crowd. Some begged for help from the gods of new belief, and others who did not believe in evil and cursed.

In this regard, Zhao Xu can only keep a close eye on the crowd, and when he is close to catching up, he loses a ”war Magic: force field missile storm”.

With this spell, you can give 25 enemy target creatures at each level within a radius of 12 meters, that is, 800 enemy target creatures. One ”force field missile” is fired by each hand, which temporarily suppresses the momentum of undead and leaves a gap for the crowd behind.

But with Zhao Xu's solution, the powerful undead in the rear also entangled him.

The sound of laughter and resentment, full of death, officially sounded in his ears, announcing the re arrival of death.