Final Lord

Chapter 175 An Unsolvable Deadly Kill!

Jin Shanshan sat next to Wang Bufu, cleaning her cat paws with her pink tongue.

Beside Gilgamesh, a group of human female mages wielding bone staffs and wearing ugly masks were constantly casting summoning spells, conjuring all sorts of undead creatures from the mud on the ground.

Mud Witch

Rank: Extraordinary 2nd level

Attributes:
Life: 50
Attack: 14 (Magic)
Defense: 12
Speed: 7
Special skill:

Mud conversion (active/cooled 10 minutes)

Combine mud and death energy to summon 2 "Swamp Mud Monsters" (Normal Tier 3) or 3 "Swamp Skeletons" (Normal Tier 1, Attack 8, Health 20). If in swamp terrain, the cooldown is reduced to 2 minutes.

Death Vortex (Passive)
Gathering death energy, causing undead creatures within a 50-meter radius to regenerate health equal to "number of Mire Witches x 1" per second and gain a 10% attack power increase. In swamp terrain, this also inflicts an additional 2 points of corruption damage per second on non-undead enemy units.

Necromancy has never been exclusive to the undead. Humans, the most adaptable race among all races, also have combat units that are skilled in necromancy.

The camp that Wang Bufu ordered Gilgamesh to attack was a swamp witch's camp.

By appeasing the generals to gain their admiration for the swamp witches, and then training them to become swamp sorceresses skilled in necromancy, they can create an undead army that rivals the undead race!
Of course, this only applies to quantity; the difference in quality is significant.

But Wang doesn't accept it and doesn't need quality.

He had anticipated the lizardmen's intentions, knowing that they wouldn't attack the core area where the death aura was most concentrated, but would instead roam around killing the troops searching for him on the periphery.

Therefore, quality doesn't matter at all; quantity is all that matters.

Anyway, the undead army already had a lot of low-quality cannon fodder, so the lizardmen wouldn't suspect anything.

"Next, he will keep swimming around in the swamp, looking for opportunities to kill small groups of undead. He will perform all sorts of fancy tricks like a clown to amuse us."

The time he spends wandering is the time we spend developing. Once our army is fully assembled, he can die.

Looking at the smile on Wang Bufu's face, Wei Yi couldn't help but shiver.

That's terrifying! This man is terrifying!

Other commanders can't even command their own soldiers clearly, yet he's managing to command the enemy commander!
The lizardman opposite him was like a puppet on a string in his brother's hands; his brother had calculated every move he made.

How could they possibly win?

As Wang Bufu had predicted, the subsequent events unfolded exactly as he had foreseen. The lizardmen roamed around, killing small groups of undead, and occasionally taking the opportunity to implant organs that were effective against the undead.

As he watched the deathly aura around him thin out, he couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, you think you can catch me? Dream on! I'm about to be fully equipped with divine gear. The enemy commander probably thinks he's about to trap me."
If I get two more good organs, I'll go and storm the enemy's main position.

With such a dense aura of death from the dead, could the opponent have raised an epic unit?

"Hmph! With my god-tier gear, I can slay even epic undead without hesitation! Hehe, let's see what's going on."

The Lizardman roamed at high speed, developed rapidly, and gained a huge advantage! The Lizardman typed GG.

Everything changed when the lizardmen launched a full-scale attack on the Death Point.

Two days later, the lizardmen shook off all their pursuers and stormed into the Death Point, only to find no commander at all, but a group of human mages constantly summoning undead with mud.

Just as the lizardman was puzzled, twelve pairs of invisible claws pierced into his body, instantly injuring him severely!
"Ah! Invisible units!" the lizardman roared, immediately using his teleportation skill!
But his teleportation landing point was suddenly occupied by ground spikes. He teleported onto the spikes, further aggravating his injuries and nearly losing his life!
"How could the damage be so high!" The lizardman was shocked and quickly used his most precious life-saving skill, "Tail Cutting Survival," sacrificing more than a dozen organs to instantly return to full health.

The tentacles on his hands extended, quickly surveying the surroundings.

Upon seeing this, his heart sank.

Two hundred extraordinary sixth-tier harpies, half invisible and half ranged.

A sixth-tier extraordinary caveman mage, leading a large group of sixth-tier extraordinary cavemen.

There was also an epic giant cat leading about a hundred extraordinary sixth-tier kittens.

And this was only the enemy's elite force. Countless other bizarre swamp units were lurking around, completely surrounding the Death Point, numbering at least tens of thousands!
The lizardman was horrified.

He'd fallen for the trap! The enemy wasn't the undead commander at all; he'd been fooled from the very beginning!

But by the time he realized this, it was too late.

Wang Bufu's troops have already exerted absolute pressure on him, and he has no chance of winning in a direct confrontation.

No matter how many special skills he has or how dazzling the effects are, he can only suffer defeat in the face of such a large and high-quality army.

Moreover, he had already replaced most of his organs with those designed to fight the undead. But in Wang Bufu's army, there were hardly any undead at all.

Faced with imminent death, the lizardman showed no remorse or anger; instead, he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Interesting! This is the most interesting war trial I've ever played! I'm really curious who your commander is, that he could make me look like this."

Brother, you've already won. Can you come out and meet me?
My name is Visker, a Tier 4 Extraordinary War Drum Witch Doctor. Let's get to know each other and become friends.

If I see you on the battlefield in the future, give me a greeting, and I'll keep my distance.

"Hehe." Wang Bufu, hiding in a distant tent, chuckled lightly, showing no intention of meeting the other party.

But Visik's ears were like radar, precisely picking up on that soft laugh!
"Found you! Here you are!"

Vesker's body suddenly exploded, leaving only his head! That head, like a supersonic rocket, instantly traversed hundreds of meters, precisely heading towards Wang Bufu's camp!
This is Visker's last trump card. He will die in a dozen seconds after using it. It's a desperate gamble, a fatal blow!
"Castling."

Unfortunately, what awaited Viske in the camp was not the King of Defeat, but Gilgamesh from the epic stage.

His desperate, all-or-nothing attack only delivered his head into the hands of Wang Bufu's strongest unit.

"Meow!"

The cat's claws flashed like cold light, freezing the shock and helplessness in Visker's eyes.

The tide has turned; there's no way to stop it. Even a desperate gamble won't work!
Amidst the blood-soaked battlefield, Wang Bufu stood amidst his army, listening to the sounds of victory.

The enemy commander is dead.

The enemy has been completely wiped out.

[Trial accomplished!]

(End of this chapter)