Shadow Island, Islet Light Sentinel Headquarters, a woman with a strong physique hurriedly ran into the independent cemetery that was kept away from strangers, and found a young figure on a coffin lid. It was the person whose nose was bubbling while sleeping.
Vigus.
When the woman approached Wei Gusi, the cat-eared black shadow guarding Wei Gusi suddenly widened her eyes and crossed her hands in a gesture of 'rejection'. The woman immediately stopped and spoke directly.
"Vigus! Vigus! Wake up! Mirrorclaw and Yuwei have something urgent to discuss with you!"
Seemingly understanding who the 'Mirror Claw' and 'Yu Tail' in the woman's words were, the black shadow scratched his head, and finally stretched out his 'hand' to pop the snot bubbles in Vigus's nose, accompanied by 'Boom'
There was a soft sound, and Wei Gusi rubbed her eyes in confusion and sat up, watching the black shadow that woke her up making very fast gestures back and forth.
Vigus nodded, and after understanding the sign language of the black shadow, she stretched lazily, put on the nightgown hanging on her shoulders, and looked at the Sentinel of Light.
"Where are they?"
"Ancient Temple of Burial Spirits."
"Black Shadow, let's go!"
After saying that, Wei Gusi jumped onto the black shadow and flew towards the direction of the Zangling Ancient Temple.
After years of transformation at all costs, the Hidden Spirit Ancient Temple has now become the most secretive and safe Light Sentinel stronghold outside the town of Saint Leicester. It is also the base camp of the Light Sentinel’s effective ally, the Soul Shepherd Yorick.
Mirror Claw looked at Yowik with a serious expression.
"It is Your Majesty Leicester's wish to come to Lord Wei in times of crisis. Of course, you will not force Lord Wei to do whatever you want to do..."
The frightened white shadow waved its big hand, and even the most basic eye circles disappeared, turning into a pure white cat-eared shadow.
On weekdays, many soldiers of the Sentinel of Light take the initiative to accept Yorick's instructions and practice the meditation techniques taught by Yorick in order to dispel the negative effects of long-term contact with the white mist.
When Lord Wei retreated into the main hall, Mirror Claw, Yuwei, Yowaik and the leader of the contemporary Dark Sentinel, Lao An Xianxiu, were still waiting for Shao Shi with tea in their hands.
Upon hearing that such a troublesome thing was about to happen to him, Lord Wei's face suddenly fell.
The ghost's purple-green face was shrouded in a chaotic blue ghost aura. It didn't look blurry, but it was too vague to tell that it was a male face. There were claw-like limbs proliferating on the shoulders.
He looks thin and powerful, but he faintly exudes an aura that makes the living extremely comfortable.
"What An Xianxiu said in the pavilion is wrong. In fact, he came here to discuss the immediate policy of the First Sentinel and to announce a very important news."
"The Mother of Masks, she sold part of the authority of the underworld to the prince of the underworld. Now the prince of the underworld has not lost the basic conditions for coming to the material realm.
Mirror claw interface channel.
Holding the tea cup, Wei Dajun looked at Wen Wenjingjing, the slender white-haired Yang Duo Nan. Yang Duo Nan's body still looked thin, his brows were gentle, and his seven limbs contained some extremely threatening power.
Apparently the mirror claws have become much weaker than before.
Lao An Xianxiu looked solemn and took over the conversation.
Returning to the Ancient Temple of Burial Spirits again, Mirror Claw sighed heavily and spoke words of encouragement, but he had little confidence in whether Wei Anxian could play a role.
As for Yuwei, this is purely out of disgust with sweetness and is so heartless.
The members of the Dark Sentinel all recognized Lord Wei, so they would naturally stop him, allowing Wei An to sit in Bai Ying first and walk all the way to the main hall of the Ancient Burial Spirit Temple.
"Master Wei, maybe he can lie, but he will definitely follow his nature. Just follow his heart and do things to achieve miraculous results. If we are aware of it, he will flee directly back to Bandel's territory.
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Wei An is too lazy to think about the plan. Anyway, just follow your heart and do it carefully as Mirror Claw said. If Lester beats Stresa, the destruction of the world will be a wrong ending for you.
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But when I'm not facing those people, my gray beard and hair are of little use.
Before Jingzhao opened his mouth, Yuwei came up obediently, knelt down on the ground with his little tail between his legs, sometimes picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and then slowly filled it up with the teapot.
By combining the skull with the white iron plate armor, Stresa can transfer his soul and power to the material realm from the city of Mitna Rachen in the underworld to the material realm through the magic of reincarnation.
The underworld energy of Mitna Rachen is brought to the material realm, permanently changing the environment of the living in the material realm, turning it into a paradise for the dead.
Lord Wei frowned. It was precisely because that guy from Yuwei was so familiar that you moved out of the Yin Gathering Area of the Burial Spirit Ancient Temple and moved your bed under the coffin board in the cemetery for a clean look.
"Yes, they don't need to worry too much. Anxian Xiusa only has my skull now. Unless he breaks through the Fortress of Death, it is definitely possible to get the white iron plate armor. Now all you need to do is defeat the Buddha."
The armies of Yego and Sergus contain the white mist under the Shadow Island."
Lord Wei sighed.
"Master Wei, I heard that his relationship with Sergus is still wrong, and he can enter and leave the Nether Prison freely. What you want him to do is not to break into the enemy and find opportunities to convey the enemy's action plan."
Strath's resurrection was mainly due to two things, the skull sealed in the magic vault of Shadow Island and the white iron plate armor sealed in the soul well of the Fortress of Death.
"Just say that something bad will happen if you wake up... Okay, you can take the job, but you can guarantee that you will be exposed. If you are exposed, it will be wrong to say that you will be killed by these people.
Life experience, what’s the point of living anyway…”
"Sister Mirror Claw, according to the special situation, what should the underworld prince who has gained authority do to lead the army of the underworld to invade the material realm?"
At this time, Mirror Claw asked in person, so there was no need to hide it. The crystal bottle stroking his chest slightly suppressed the breath of the water of life. Along with a green ghost energy, a ghost with only the lower body of his body was surging.
emerge.
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Wei Dajun rolled his eyes. Mirror Claw said it was bad because you are the closest sisters by nature. Yowaik said it was bad because my body, which was eroded and fossilized by the white mist, had no sense of taste at all. Since taste is the natural way to produce taste,
In other words, it means picking up the bad guys, while Mordechai's praise means commanding obedience. Don't have any purpose.
"You are very sure that Sergus did not know his whereabouts before leaving the Nether Prison. Lord Wei, he is the only person who can do that."
"It's true that you have good intentions, but you always feel that you hate something. Maybe if you find the thing you hate, you can know something."
"Is it a bad drink? That's right. You put a lot of nectar in it. Mirrorpaw and Yowaik both said it was bad after they drank it, and Mordecai also praised it again and again."
Lord Wei has an expression on his face.
"I always feel like he didn't say anything... It's just a past thing. You are too lazy to pursue it. In short, this guy Lester owed you that time. If he dies, there will be no chance to get the debt back.
When Mirrorclaw and Yuwei finished observing ordinary ghosts, Yowaik spoke about it.
"Being a co-conspirator? Can you do that?"
Once I let the underworld prince bring the army I built in the underworld to the material realm, the creatures in the material realm will inevitably pay a heavy price. Even if the sentinels of the underworld can compete with them, it will be difficult for you to take advantage of the attacks of the ghosts.
What a bargain, especially since the empire is currently fighting the star realm. If it is stabbed in the back by the underworld, it is likely to face unpredictable consequences.
Lord Wei cheered up, frowned and thought seriously for a while, recalling every detail of his time outside the Nether Prison - a skeleton that often smiled sinisterly and tormented people, a trembling dossier copying spirit, and now he is still
The next thing I have to think about seems to be what a stupid king,
He took a casual sip. In Yuwei's expectant eyes, the sweet-smelling Wei Dajun nodded reluctantly, put on the sunset-yellow autumn leaf tea, and uttered two words in an ordinary tone.
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Even if Mirrorclaw didn't tell the whole story, Yowaik and Mordecai still felt heavy pressure.
"Meritor...that's what you call you. You are an ordinary existence who suddenly appeared among the Mist Walkers a month later. You can feel that there is a faint ordinary connection between you, so you give me
You have a name that is just a name. You do not have the ability to control other Mist Walkers. Although you have no independent consciousness, you often speak some intermittent words."
"It's bad, it's bad, what can you do?"
Mirror Claw hadn't said the first half of the sentence. Although the number of soldiers of the underworld legion created by Anxian Xiusa was as large as that of the Noxus Empire, the strength of each ghost warrior was comparable to the most elite veterans of the empire.
In fact, if an Imperial veteran encounters a Wraith Warrior with or without a Holy Light weapon, the Imperial Veteran will die under suspicion.
"special."
"It's still as bad as the black tea he made."
"Hey, Lord Wei, try the autumn leaf tea you brewed by yourself? It tastes really bad!"
Sensing that the atmosphere was less tense, Yowaik took the initiative to speak.
Facing a group of extraordinary weaklings who are younger than his great-great-grandmother, eight of whom have an unknown relationship with the Emperor of the Empire and the founder of the Dark Sentinels, Saint Leicester, old Mordechai said that the pressure is not high.
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"You haven't reported the good news to the cabinet ministers through emergency channels. It must be very slow for the cabinet to come up with corresponding strategies. After that, the Dark Sentinels will obey any orders from Sister Mirrorclaw. Warriors who believe in darkness
We will stop the invasion of the underworld at all costs!"
Yowaik hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed. In fact, I had no intention of hiding it, but I always felt that the mutated ghosts seemed to be relatively common, and I wanted to delay and obscure some things.
In the thousands of years of war under the underworld, the heroes who have been on the battlefield in the material realm have taken a step back and been tempered. Both their martial arts and war instincts have reached a state that ordinary people can't imagine.
The river warriors would also be defeated one after another, turning each battle into a strategic victory, and finally reached the point where they could even defend the Styx realm.
Just imagining dealing with those things is torture enough. As for the following days in the Netherworld Prison, it was just a matter of finding a place to sleep. With so little care, it can naturally be compared.
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"Bad trouble...can you be involved?"
Without stopping Monarch Wei, a few people stood up and sent Monarch Wei out of the Ancient Spirit Burial Temple with long steps. Monarch Wei seemed to know that he was not suitable to walk back to Baidu from the area where the sentinels were.
In the fog zone, I made a detour and retreated directly to the neutral zone, the Twisted Jungle.
The worst way is not to prevent the little king of the underworld from invading the material realm. At most, it has to be postponed until the start of the astral war before facing the army of the underworld alone. How to defeat the little king of the underworld's plan still needs to be learned from Foego and
Get it from under Sergus."
"There is no doubt that it is a very safe ghost and has no consciousness of its own."
Yowik shook his head and told the truth.
Once Stresa is fully resurrected, Stresa will be able to open the gate to the underworld with restrictions, allowing Mitna Rachen to establish a permanent teleportation space with the material realm, and bring a steady stream of underworld armies to
Material realm…”
After falling asleep, I heard that Yuwei was weakly carried by your sister Mirror Claw and retreated to the Twisted Jungle for a special mental training to find the tree spirit. I never thought that the little tailed wolf before the special training was still so rich.
A sense of presence - or enough noise.
"Sisters and gentlemen, you don't want to talk about tea tasting anymore, but what's wrong? You probably don't have anything more important to talk about now, right Sister Mirrorpaw?"
Mordecai took the initiative to stand up and take a few steps forward, away from the ordinary ghost that made me feel hot. Yowaik glanced at Mordechai apologetically, and Mordecai smiled and shook his head, indicating that he must care.
"In principle, as long as a small enough number of souls are killed through the white mist, the passage between the material realm and the underworld can be opened through the sacrifice ceremony, and after the soul energy is consumed, a certain number of underworld soldiers can come to the world of the living.
"It is not the smallest help to you, Mr. Yowaike Pavilion, to stick to the Ancient Temple of Burial Spirits. By the way, Mr. Yowaike Pavilion, I heard that an ordinary existence has appeared among the ghosts accompanying him recently. This is a rare opportunity. I know
Can I let you take a look?"
The souls that Stresa captured were not people who were good at fighting. Among them were famous generals and warriors who were brave enough to conquer the Eighth Army.
Yuwei scratched his head, obviously still understanding that what Wei Dajun hated most in his life was not the so-called sweetness.
The legions of the underworld became smaller and weaker as they fought, while the Masked Spirits and Styx Warriors were dying one after another. The Mother of Masks' production of Styx Warriors and Mitna Rachen's ability to transform soldiers were faster than fully automated mechanized manufacturing and handcrafting.
The difference between workshops is even smaller.
"In any case, if there is no room for you, please be polite."
Sister Wolf, who was dressed in a fighting outfit, raised her little thumb proudly and smiled. Her two big tiger teeth shone white in the light of the fire in the palace. Her sparse gray hair was tied up into an extremely elegant hairstyle with a white hairband.
, but the owner of the hair looks extremely flamboyant and wanton.
Okay, you go, let them continue the meeting, lest you become a traitor to a traitor."
