Then, by chance, he joined the Cult of the Cursed, received the Lich King's blessing, entered the third tier, and became an elite mage.
Now, having transformed into an undead, devoid of pain and desire, and having made numerous sacrifices, its strength has reached the late stage of the third tier.
At this time, he was given even greater responsibility, commanding his three thousand skeletons. Three hundred elite skeletons came to hunt down the elven rangers.
"Haha, my little darling, no need to run away anymore, you can't escape!" Mike shook his empty head and shouted loudly.
As he spoke, a series of detection spells were released. Based on his experience, when he said this in the past, those noble elves would definitely jump out to refute him.
Even if you occasionally encounter a spirit that can hold back and doesn't engage in verbal sparring, it will still retaliate directly. At that point, it will naturally be exposed.
Once exposed, they would face hundreds or even thousands of skeletons. At that point, they could simply stand far behind and command, casting a magical shield on themselves to easily deal with a Tier 3 elite ranger.
As for the skeletons of the dead, well, those things are everywhere. At most, it'll just waste some magic; you can just summon them again.
"Haha, little one, look what this is?"
As he spoke, Mike lifted up the corpse of an elf. It was the body of a female elf, and a fatal wound lay on it, from which black, foul blood oozed. Fortunately, the Scourge had no men; otherwise, the corpse would have been in a far worse state.
The Mage's Hand activated automatically, and the female elf's corpse was lifted up. At the same time, she continued to utter vulgarities, constantly testing the ranger lurking in the shadows.
Mike knew from that arrow that this ranger was definitely an elite one. In this Silvermoon Forest, he really wouldn't be a match for her in a one-on-one fight.
However, it's not one-on-one now, it's one against three thousand!
As he spoke, Mike suddenly felt a pang of fear. Then, without paying any attention to the corpse, he gripped his staff tightly in his right hand, and with a wave of the staff, black barriers appeared one after another.
At the same time, he took out a large shield from dimensional space with his left hand. It was impossible to tell what color the shield originally was; in any case, it was now black.
Mike remembered that this was the shield of an extremely powerful warrior. At that time, in a rage, that warrior had killed a full thousand skeletons of his own men.
This was only because I had ambushed him beforehand! Otherwise, I might have turned the tables and killed him. And this shield was the spoils of war.
However, just as he drew his shield, a pure black arrow, imbued with destructive magic, shot towards him.
With a whoosh, the magic shield shattered. However, the arrow also lost its effectiveness.
Immediately afterward, a second arrow came flying in!
This time, Mike pulled out his shield in time and blocked the second arrow.
But it wasn't over yet; the third arrow was fired.
Block them!
This time, although he managed to block it, the immense kinetic energy caused Mike to lose his balance in his left hand, and the shield fell to the ground. After all, he was just a mage; holding a shield and blocking two arrows was already quite an achievement.
But this time, the fourth arrow came.
He picked up his staff with his right hand, but there wasn't time to use a complex spell, so he had to resort to the lowest-level mage barrier. Unfortunately, this time, it wasn't enough to stop them.
With a whoosh, his left arm was shot off.
Thankfully, it's over. His men have already charged through. If he doesn't want to die, his only option is to run.
"Damn it, damn it! I haven't been this embarrassed in ages!" Mike said, raising his right hand to wipe away non-existent cold sweat.
The last time we were this badly beaten was when we first invaded Silvermoon City. Back then, we couldn't even break through the magic barrier, and we were constantly getting sniped by the enemy rangers.
At that time, Mike didn't dare show his face. He could only hide quietly among the many skeletons, disguising himself. He took off his gorgeous robes, threw away his staff, and disguised himself as an inconspicuous skeleton, hiding himself away quietly.
Mike remembers clearly that there was a very arrogant, talented, and outstanding colleague named Jack. Now the grass on his grave has grown tall, what a pity.
"Charge! Charge! Charge! We've finally caught you!" Mike shouted excitedly. At the same time, he waved his staff with his right hand, and his left hand was restored to its original state.
In any case, for these necromancers, the body is unimportant. What matters is the soul. As long as the soul remains, the magic remains. In that case, they can have as many bodies as they want!
Before long, with the help of his thirty junior mages, Mike arrived directly at a canyon. The canyon was very narrow, flanked by high mountains, with only one path. Judging from the terrain inside, it appeared to be a plain.
This place, while suitable for farming, has few large trees, making escape and hiding impossible. In other words, the guy inside is doomed!
"rush!"
If it were before, when he was still human, Mike would have paid close attention to this situation. But now, with each victory, he genuinely despises these elves.
However, unbeknownst to Mike, the valley entrance changed the moment he entered. Over a hundred highly trained rangers emerged from the hidden barrier. Then, accompanied by a barrage of rockets, the valley entrance was ignited. For the time being, at least the main force wouldn't be able to escape.
Seeing the raging fire at the valley entrance, Mike panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down. So what if they set a fire? We're all dead people; even if we never go out, we won't starve or die of thirst.
"Everyone, stay put and defend. Make good use of the terrain. At worst, we'll have to stay here for a few days. What's there to be afraid of?" Mike said smugly.
Meanwhile, the remaining rangers began climbing the mountain, arriving at a pre-prepared location, and launched their sniping attack.
"Sisters, let the hunt begin."
This time, the undead were truly in trouble. Because each arrow was bound with a talisman of light at its tip—a talisman specifically designed to counter them!
Then, under the baptism of beams of light, of the original three thousand skeletons, only three hundred elite skeletons remained. Even those three hundred elite skeletons were now missing limbs.
However, the matter did not end there; a new round of attacks followed. If the previous attacks were large-scale, low-precision regional coverage strikes, then the current ones were smaller-scale, high-precision precision strikes.
In just a few breaths, each elf girl fired at least ten high-quality arrows. As a result, after the second round of precise strikes, everyone except Mike was knocked down.
Even Michael himself was severely injured and looked extremely miserable. For example, his arm was broken, a section of his thigh was missing, and an arrow had pierced his skull.
However, the third round is next. His fate is already sealed.
In just two hours, a thousand elven rangers, divided into ten groups, successfully lured as many as 30,000 skeletons into a trap using a simple tactic of luring the enemy deep into their territory.