If an ordinary Skeleton Warrior was considered as cannon fodder, which was the weakest troop type, then the resurrected Behemoth was a special troop type that was even more powerful.
"Kill them!"
The moment the necromancer resurrected the two Behemoths, he ordered the other party to attack.
Undead creatures had no intelligence. Even in such a dangerous situation, they still obeyed the necromancer's orders and were almost unafraid of death on the battlefield!
Any battle with the undead would be a war of attrition.
The Golden Behemoth took the lead. With a body more than ten meters tall, even if the Golden Behemoth became an undead, its power still made the undead in front of it feel a touch of despair.
A slap.
The Death Knight's charge was not over. It was only stunned for a second, then it drove the Nightmare to attack.
The Golden Behemoth waved its palm, and the thick palm was like a meteorite falling from the sky. It did not have any fancy moves, but it slapped down on the head of the undead.
"Puchi!"
A pile of meat paste.
Although the Death Knight was fearless, it was completely incomparable to the Golden Behemoth's body.
This scene had already exceeded the scope of ordinary people's knowledge.
The Death Knight did not even have a decent chance to hurt the Golden Behemoth. It was slapped into meat paste, and it completely lost the chance to counterattack.
The banshee was stunned. At this time, she was even in a state of confusion. Her ally, the powerful Death Knight, was slapped to death just like that?
The silver-white Behemoth followed closely behind. It also did not have any fancy moves. It waved its palm and slapped on the body of a Tauren. As a strength-type unit, its chest was flattened, and its internal organs were spat out from its mouth onto the ground.
What a terrifying force!
There seemed to be someone approaching in the darkness, and the speed was quite fast. Behind it, more figures appeared.
A cold sword light appeared.
Gnolls.
They were natural assassins.
They had super agility. Once they worked together, even an opponent stronger than them might die under the terrifying speed of the other party.
When the Gnolls were fighting, they needed some sacrifices, and some of the Dretches in front of them became sacrifices. Even if these were all comrades, for the Gnolls, there was no psychological burden at all.
"Roar!"
With a dull roar, the Golden Behemoth appeared in front of the Assassins.
There was a huge scar on its head, and there was even some congealed brain matter on its cheeks. It was clearly dead, but now, it was resurrected in another way.
Undead.
The Undead Behemoth's eyes turned red as it roared in excitement. Veins that looked like worms appeared on its bulging muscles.
This was a monster that was over ten meters tall!
His seemingly cumbersome body was charging at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of a Jackalan. Then, with a roar, he raised his fist. A terrifying force exploded with a dull roar. The Jackalan was directly smashed into meat paste with a mournful wail.
"Very good, let's continue the slaughter!"
The necromancer looked at the scene in front of him, and a ferocious smile appeared on his shriveled face. Then, the Golden Behemoth charged again. It was as if there was no one around. No Jackalan could withstand its attack, and they were often turned into corpses.
Golden Behemoth.
The current Undead Behemoth.
It was as terrifying as it was when it was alive, and as terrifying as it was after death.
Although the Undead's brain was clumsy, its violent power coupled with its immortal body made it the most terrifying subordinate of the necromancer.
The necromancer only cast a simple Undead Resurrection. If it was given some time, it would use all the knowledge it knew to create a monster that would make the entire White Bone Plain tremble!
The so-called Assassin Legion was also the foundation that the Death Banshees had accumulated with great difficulty over a long period of time. In just a few minutes, they were smashed into a pile of meat paste by the Behemoth.
At this time, the flesh and bone gathered together, creating a strong visual impact.
Without the leadership of the Death Knight, the Undead under its command began to riot. Because they could not, they would kill the lives around them, and the team that belonged to the Death Banshees undoubtedly became the target of these Undead.
The surroundings were in a mess.
The two Behemoths were not affected. They roared and rushed forward.
— Berserk!
The necromancer cast another terrifying move. It ignited the violent factor in the Behemoth's body. After the Behemoth's huge body approached the army of Death Banshees, it did not stop at all. It directly waved its fists and rushed into the army.
Accompanied by shrill screams, more and more dark creatures died in this battle. It was not only because of the Behemoth, but more because of the trampling of their companions.
Heavy fists whistled past.
The Golden Behemoth seemed to feel that this killing was not enough. It actually lifted a stone from the ground and threw it directly into the crowd.
This was simply flesh and blood flying everywhere!
The Golden Behemoth was indeed a great killing machine on the battlefield!
On the other side.
The more it was like this, the more it was necessary to stay calm. The necromancer led the remaining troops to sweep through the Death Banshees' alliance.
The Death Knight and the Death Banshees, these two existences that were just a step away from obtaining the ruling power of this land, had now undergone earth-shattering changes.
The former was not only dead, but its corpse had turned into a pile of mud. And in the situation where the troops lost their leader, they instantly became passive and even killed their allies.
And the latter, after seeing the two Golden Behemoths go berserk, a hint of complex emotions flashed in its eyes. It knew that this battle had become a foregone conclusion.
When its own troops were drowned by the surrounding allies, it lost the best opportunity.
"Woo woo …"
There was a high-pitched scream. The dark creatures that were already scared out of their wits seemed to have heard some heavenly sound and ran back in the opposite direction.
Retreat.
The Death Banshee looked at everything on the battlefield. A hint of unwillingness flashed in its eyes. But it was helpless. It had already lost, and there was not even a trace of a chance to turn defeat into victory.
A lonely figure.
The necromancer watched all this happen. It did not deliberately pursue and attack. Instead, it set its eyes on the Behemoth. Under the same level, no one could possibly be a match for these two monsters.
A Death Banshee was nothing.
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