"Antagrich Dalu General Chronicle" records that as early as the early days of Dejia's founding, there was only one official official representative, the Union of Necromancers. The so-called Holy Spirit Temple was only an unknown third-rate organization at that time.
It has nothing to do with the God of Death, but is more of a "fellowship" of the local undead aborigines.
Until one day, a miracle suddenly came to the world, and the "Reverse Cross of the Void" fell on Mount Naruo, attracting endless gray fog and turning the place into a polar night where the sun can't be seen. Since then, the Temple of the Holy Spirit has rapidly grown in Germany.
The rise of Dejia has spread the belief in the God of Death widely, and has also gained the faith and belief of many undead creatures. It has gradually become a behemoth that can compete with the Alliance. There are even signs that it will replace the Alliance and become the only ruling body of Dejia.
Therefore, after more than a hundred years of brutal underground war, although a certain balance was finally reached on the table, at its core, the Alliance was hostile to and always vigilant against the Holy Spirit Temple. Similarly, the Holy Spirit Temple always believed that it was the only one in the world.
He is the natural master of Dejia, and those necromancers who wander here and steal the country are country thieves who should be completely expelled.
Of course, it is "lucky" that there is such hostility and checks and balances. Otherwise, if the Undead Warlock Alliance and the Holy Spirit Temple cooperated sincerely, then I am afraid that the human kingdom would have been submerged by the "Ocean of the Undead", and even other countries on the continent.
Together, it is difficult to resist the undead kingdom that "naturally has unlimited sources of troops" and "the longer the war goes on, the more soldiers there will be."
Naturally, the last words of care for the Lord of Amon, whether it was Negusta who was appointed as the commander of the legion, or Moriarty who was half-invited and half-forced to join and became a thug and some kind of target.
He understands it by heart. Even if there is an opportunity, the Alliance will never mind pushing him into the Holy Spirit Temple from behind, or doing some small tricks that add insult to injury.
"The troops of the legion are already being gathered, and they will be assembled tomorrow. At the same time, in addition to you and me, there is another powerful Ji Dao who will also join this blocking operation. Make a reservation for tomorrow evening, before we fight in the 'Palace of Immortality'
Meeting to discuss specific matters." Coming out of the laboratory, Negusta said without any politeness, "The legion will go to the battlefield the day after tomorrow at most. So please be prepared."
"certainly."
Hearing that a newly established blocking army could be assembled in two days and directly set off for combat on the third day. Regarding such efficiency, Moriarty could only agree with a "haha" smile.
This can only be done by an army of the undead. There is no complicated sequential deployment organization, no complicated personnel coordination, and even no need for later supplies. Just pull it out and you can "start the film." It can really make the generals of other races on the continent
The commanders were so envious that they could not sleep at night.
After bidding farewell to Negusta, Moriarty returned to a certain laboratory in the "Palace of Immortality" and slowly knocked on the door of a certain room that had been closed for many days.
"I'm sorry. I have to interrupt your practice. There is a big battle going to start in two days, and I hope you will also participate. There, you can test the 'learning results' of these days."
He waved his hand to repel the oncoming gust of "negative energy wind" and looked at Gauguin, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the laboratory without moving a step for more than a month, Moriarty smiled.
"Yes...sir..."
Like a slowly turning violent machine, the Coffin Knight moves from stillness, its tall body slowly rising from the ground inch by inch.
Then, an aura mixed with the power of death and a little bit of pure negative energy blew out from every gap in the black armor, with the usual coldness and a hint of inexplicable finality. It made the surrounding people panic.
The precision crystal measuring instruments on the experimental bench froze and shattered one after another.
Seeing all this, Moriarty smiled even more.
"Gather your strength, but don't stop. Just keep living in your body."
When Gauguin stood up completely, Moriarty gave a soft drink, and the freezing energy that filled the experiment was immediately blown away. At the same time, the Coffin Knight gradually recovered its extended power and slowly returned to the ordinary death knight state.
"Quite good. A warrior can come into contact with negative energy so quickly and effectively communicate with it. It shows that your talent is enough to go far on this road, Gauguin."
Looking at the coffin, Moriarty gave a very high evaluation without exaggerating.
Regarding this, the coffin knight was also happy and full of confidence.
"Let's go. Before you step into the battlefield, you still need to be equipped with enough weapons. I think an excellent war horse will be your best battlefield partner and greatest help." With that, Moriarty turned around.
Walked out of the laboratory.
Gauguin immediately followed up with striding steps, and at the same time the soul fire in his eyes jumped, as if he was looking forward to his new mount.
"Is there any 'Nightmare' for sale in the league?" Moriarty asked, grabbing a staff member casually.
"Yes, Your Excellency!" Seeing the devil's skull badge on the opponent's chest, the staff member was first excited, stood at attention and saluted on the spot, and said respectfully: "If you need a larger number of 'Nightmares', you can go to the Strategic Materials Department for consultation. There.
There are various war preparation materials for sale all year round. Depending on your status, you will be able to get full supply. If you want to find particularly good goods, then I suggest you go to 'Dejia Glory'. This organization is famous for cultivating death knights.
There are also excellent 'Nightmares' inside. Although these excellent mounts are rarely sold to the outside world, I think a great necromancer should make an exception."
"Thank you for your explanation."
After handing a tip of a few gold pounds to this conscientious staff member and asking where the "Glory of Degas" was, Moriarty and Gauguin went directly.
"As a member of the Death Knights, have you ever heard of the 'Glory of Dejia'?"
Due to the need for a larger venue for development and training, "Dejia Glory" is located on the northern edge of the "Spring of Silent Spirits", together with an open salt-alkali desert as the organization's territory.
"Yes. This is one of the core branches under the alliance. Together with the 'Death Holy Knights' of the Holy Spirit Temple, they are also known as Dejia's two major death knight groups." After a pause, Gauguin added: "In the past, it was also
My opponent."
"I see."
Regardless of the alliance or the Holy Spirit Temple, the core is the legal profession, but they also attach great importance to the cultivation and development of death knights. This is really because on the land warfare battlefield, the death knight can be said to be the pinnacle of land warfare professions below the extreme level.
Even if there are the same number of high-level human knights with the same level, whose knight civilization surpasses Antagrich, they will not have the slightest advantage when facing the death knight group head-on, and may even be slightly inferior.
The reason is that the death-frozen energy possessed by the death knights is really sharp, coupled with the undead horse breed "Nightmare" whose sprint speed is comparable to vulgar flying, and the murderous heart that is always as cold as ice, the death knights who charge as a group are really powerful.
Unstoppable.
"Well, it looks like we might meet an 'acquaintance' soon." Turning around and looking at the Coffin Knight, Moriarty smiled narrowly.
"Maybe."
An hour later, the two came to "Dejia Glory".
Although it was his first time to visit, there was a "knock on the door" with the badge of the Great Necromancer. A high-level death knight guarding outside had to invite the visitor in coldly but politely. At the same time, he immediately invited the visitor inside the base.
The superior person made a report.
No less secretive and hidden than the "Bottomless Deep Spring", the headquarters of "Dejia Glory" is a tall stone building that stretches for several miles. At first glance, it looks like a solemn military camp. And on the desert beach further away
, one could vaguely see undead war horses galloping in Wuji. Even the four flaming hooves stepped heavily on the dry and hard saline ground. They kept throwing out pieces of red sparks, like fireworks in the daytime.
Seeing this scene and hearing the scream of "Nightmare" coming from several kilometers away, Gauguin couldn't help but get excited.
At this moment, a Death Warrior Ji Dao, whose whole body was covered in thick iron armor but whose body was similar to that of an ordinary human, appeared in front of Moriarty.
Although his face was hidden by the mask, the undead strongman still looked a little surprised and even stunned when he saw the devil's face and the devil's skull on his chest.
"General Darth Vader?"
On the opposite side, Moriarty couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the coming person.
It was originally expected that the person hosting the "Dejia Glory" would be a fourteenth or fifteenth level super death knight. Although the specific professional branch was unknown, at least he must be a knight. However, what he didn't expect was that he was an "infantry".
The Dark Knight General.
Even though this "general" has also reached level 14, it doesn't match the atmosphere of "Dejia Glory". When have you ever seen infantry commanding cavalry?
"My name is Amber, the deputy minister of 'Dejia Glory'."
There was silence between each other for a second, and the master, the Black Warrior General, spoke first. His words were deep and neutral, and resonated with the armor, giving off a peculiar trembling sound.
"I'm sorry to bother you. I'm Davidson, a new member of the alliance." Moriarty gave a ritual salute: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Amber."
"It's also my honor." Amber nodded and returned a battle salute, meticulously: "You are here today, is there anything that I or Dejia Glory can help you with?"
Unrelated great necromancers rarely come back to the headquarters of the death knight group, and it is rare for a devil to come to visit. The black warrior general plans to get straight to the point.
"Yes. I want to buy a good enough 'Nightmare' for my attendant. Someone recommended this place to me, so I came." Moriarty nodded and said directly: "Of course, I understand.
'Dejia Glory', as an important branch of the alliance, is not directly engaged in trade matters. But I come here with sincerity, and I am willing to pay a sufficient price for this inappropriate request."
After finishing speaking, Moriarty pointed at Gauguin behind him. The coffin knight immediately gave a deep salute to the black warrior general in front of him to show respect.
"I see." Although it was rare, it was not the first time he encountered such an uninvited guest. Amber glanced at Gauguin and nodded: "As you said, 'Dejia Glory' is a pure combat unit. Those frivolous 'little businesses'."
"I understand."
"However, as the most loyal member of the alliance, the door of 'Dejia Glory' is always open to the Great Undead Warlock. Therefore, I can agree to this request." After another pause, Amber gave an answer that everyone was happy with. .
"Thank you very much."
Moriarty nodded with a smile on his face. Moreover, the other party's answer was very interesting and skillful, unlike what a black warrior general known for his arrogance would say. Perhaps, it can only be attributed to the high-level bosses of the alliance." I have the skills to control you.”
"Let's go, let's go take a look at 'Nightmare' first, hoping to find something that satisfies your attendant."
Amber was very straightforward and immediately took Moriarty and Gauguin to the salt-alkali wasteland behind the camp.
Naturally, when a devil-like great undead warlock and a strange high-level death knight appeared at the headquarters, the knights of "Dejia Glory" they met along the way also watched.
When we arrived at the racecourse, the view in front of us suddenly became extremely wide.
The gray-white salt-alkali land is flat and hard, and looks like a mirror. Under your feet, there is fine sand mixed with high salinity. When you step on it, you will make a subtle "squeaking" sound. It spreads over the entire deserted beach, forming an ideal horse race. field.
In the distance, hundreds of "nightmares" were galloping wildly. Countless powerful flaming horse hooves stepped on the ground, making a roar that sounded like drums and thunder, shaking the world.
Seeing this scene, the coffin knight couldn't help clenching his fists. No matter when he was a human or an undead, the knight's heart was always tied to his war horse and could not be severed.
"Lord Davidson, please choose." Pointing to the galloping horses, General Black Warrior said loudly.
"Thanks."
Moriarty also looked at the flying group of "nightmares" with twinkling eyes. This was also the first time he had observed such a large number of "nightmares" at such a close distance.
This undead horse native to Dejia has many advantages such as innate tirelessness, high load-bearing capacity, and outstanding charging ability. In addition to its absolute straight-line sprint speed in short and medium distances, it may be slightly inferior to the best "champion-level" horses in Erathia. , other attributes all win.
However, after observing for a moment, Moriarty did not signal for Gauguin to step forward to make a choice. Instead, he turned to look at General Black Warrior and smiled:
"General Amber, with all due respect, is the 'Nightmare' here the best?"
"What do you mean?" Amber asked, looking back at the other person.
"Because as far as I know, there is a special breed of 'Nightmare', and the death flames under its hooves are extremely powerful, enough to support short-term air travel. This kind of 'Nightmare' is officially named 'Nilasek' ', meaning 'Midnight Ruler'. I think, as the most important death knight base in the alliance, 'Dejia Glory' should retain such a battlefield weapon, right?"
Apparently having done enough homework, Moriarty, like the most picky gourmet, euphemistically made a "protest" to the cunning "restaurant owner".
"Lord Davidson, I have to say that there are very few great necromancers who are as familiar with these 'details' about the Death Knight as you are." Looking at Moriarty, the Black Warrior General suddenly smiled and sighed. tone.
"As you can see, I am an anomaly."
Moriarty shrugged and smiled more kindly. (To be continued.)
