245 King of the Undead: You are guilty! No lie: I know.
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cemetery.
The night falls and everything is quiet.
The entrance to the ancient tomb exudes a faint blue light. On the moved tombstone, there is a witch sitting. The witch is holding a black skull-shaped crystal ball in her hand. The crystal ball emits a beam of black light upwards, and the light beam reaches straight
High in the sky above our heads, it seemed like the source of endless darkness.
As soon as they entered the swamp area of Stone City, a group of people discovered something strange here. But it didn't matter. Night was more suitable for undead servants to display their abilities, so more than a hundred players from the Dark Alliance entered the dark night without fear.
field.
After entering the cemetery, according to the guidance of the tracking map, the group of people walked to the vicinity of the ancient tomb in a familiar way.
"This mad dog...actually ran into the Ghost Realm again..." Grilled Eel shook his head repeatedly with a hesitant look, "Chief, let me ask, should we wait outside for him to come out? The Vampire King in the Ghost Realm, please enter
This time I killed many brothers..."
"There is a witch over there." DNF scanned the area and spotted the shadow on the tombstone, and led a group of people closer.
Just by looking at it, everyone can immediately judge by the black light pillar reaching into the sky that the witch holding the crystal ball is the creator of the "Moonlight Barrier".
"Hey." Xiao Xiaobai, the leader, said politely, "Did you open the ghost realm?"
"What's wrong?" Ying, who was sitting on the edge of the tall tombstone, looked down at these people calmly.
"Have you been here all along?" Grilled Eel asked directly, "Beauty, have you seen a person named Wuwang come in?"
"Yes. It's true that he went in." Ying answered frankly.
Several purple summoners wearing white masks looked at each other, nodded, and then without saying a word, took the lead and walked directly into the blue light entrance.
The other hundreds of black-robed summoners followed closely and walked in.
"Hey..." Ying wanted to call them out, but stopped when he said the word. Forget it, these people just want to cause trouble for "that person"... Anyway... the more confusing the better...
She just wanted to see how perverted he could be? In other words, she wanted to know what he would look like after being defeated?
I obviously saved him last time, but he still acted like that. Yingdao wanted to see how he failed miserably when no one helped him this time. Those summoners are all of high level.
"There are still twenty minutes..." Yingdan smiled and put his hand on his chin as if thinking, "I don't know if they can finish the fight in twenty minutes... I hope they can win it quickly..."
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Ghostland.
A red wasteland, the land is dark red, the sky is eternally dark, and a scarlet moon hangs in the sky.
"This... is the ghost land..." Windmill blankly grabbed a handful of red soil, then looked up at the red moon. The howling wind blew up a few strands of silver hair flowing out from under his helmet, and he took a deep breath.
At first glance, it felt familiar and cordial.
To be honest, he always thought that the ghost realm was just an underground cave or a tomb.
"Look...over there is the tomb where the Vampire King is buried." Wuwang pointed expressionlessly at a huge palace in the distance under the red moon, a maze-like palace.
In this empty wasteland, this terrifying building is the only thing that exists in this wasteland.
"Sure enough... such a gorgeous cemetery." Fengche narrowed his eyes with excitement and admiration, "This is like a place where the king-level undead sleep."
"It is indeed a cemetery. There is not even a single person who can move in it." Wuwu nodded indifferently, and then took the lead and walked towards it. The windmill also put away the skeleton horse, allowing the horse to turn into armor in the black light.
The pattern on it---because when meeting the king-level undead, as a subordinate, I should not approach on horseback carelessly, as that is disrespectful.
So Windmill carefully put away "You", and then with some excitement and honor, walked side by side with the human knight, striding towards the gorgeous Death Palace not far away.
The entrance is a fang-like gate.
Striding in, he took a quick look and saw that there were bones or coffins everywhere. Some black knights wearing similar European medieval armor stood motionless in a row against the wall, sleeping in the most majestic manner.
"These are witches and ghosts..." Fengchun looked at a row of "bandaged people" hanging on the beams. Their shape is a bit like a "mummy", but the difference is that witches and ghosts are "ghosts" made entirely of cloth strips.
"Undead", there are no corpses under the white cloth strips, but invisible souls, so the tied shape is also quite Q, the head is very round and big, and the proportion of the body is like a cartoon character.
Originally there should have been a pair of will-o'-the-wisp eyes on the round head, but now they are just two empty black holes. There are loose white cloth strips hanging on the body. Seven or eight of them are hanging on the beams of the palace, floating around. It is very scary.
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"This is the first time I have seen undead creatures like witch ghosts..." Fengchao looked around affectionately, identifying the remains of every undead "comatriot" he encountered, "Look at this armor, it must be a
A majestic evil spirit knight..." Windmill performed a solemn knightly etiquette towards a pile of scrap metal.
"Idiot." Wuwu couldn't help but rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice.
A human player and an undead lord boss walked side by side, bypassing the maze-like gorgeous corridors, passing through several small halls, and finally reached the deepest part of the palace.
It was a magnificent hall, with every candlestick shining with a musky-scented flame, the wallpaper was dark red rose pattern, the carpet was luxurious black fur...the furnishings were all in luxurious European style...
In the center of the hall is a altar... There is a pure gold throne on it. On the huge throne, there is a skeleton wearing bright red clothes and a cloak. This skeleton is different from others. It is very huge and has some abnormalities in its skull.
, with two very obvious fangs. He sat there straight and motionless, holding a gorgeous gem sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointed down on the ground, and his eyes staring blankly.
"Your Majesty the Great Vampire King, your subject, the undead lord who guards the cemetery, Windmill, comes to see you." Windmill was very serious and stepped forward solemnly, kneeling on the black carpet with one knee and stroking his chest with one hand.
He lowered his head and bowed his body, performing a standard courtier etiquette.
After a long silence, Windmill waited for a word from the King-level Undead Supreme, perhaps a kind response, perhaps a majestic questioning... but nothing... just silence.
"Puch--" Wuwu's chuckle came over, and a pair of black knight boots came into Fengche's lowered sight. Fengche raised his head and saw Wuwu's contemptuous and disdainful eyes, and a sarcastic smile on his lips.
, "It's just a pile of bones, that's all?"
"..." The will-o'-the-wisps in Fengchao's eyes flashed violently. To be precise, he was angry, but his anger contained doubt, confusion, and a hint of inexplicable embarrassment.
Windmill stood up silently, raised his head and looked directly at the skeleton covered in gorgeous robes on the throne. Yes, it was just a pile of white bones, although it wore the crown of the vampire king and held the king's sword.
, but the dead are the dead.
However... the undead itself has died once, and will never die again unless it turns into ashes... Therefore, this can only be regarded as a deep sleep.
"Do you want to wake him up?" Wuwu patted his shoulder, and then pointed to the huge gem sword in the vampire king's hand, "Go and grab the sword in his hand, and this stingy guy will be resurrected immediately to hunt you down.
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"..." Fengcha glanced at him dubiously and said in a heavy voice, "Are you trying to trick me into doing something that would offend His Majesty the Undead?"
"Don't you dare?" Wuwang looked at him expressionlessly, raising his eyebrows slightly, "It can't beat you."
"Nonsense. I am just a lord-level undead, and it is a king-like existence." Windmill retorted angrily, trying to stick to his beliefs. But he couldn't help but feel shaken in his heart.
"If you don't dare, I'll come." Wuwu smiled calmly and looked at the undead lord calmly, "You will soon become my servant, do you believe it?"
"If you dare to be disrespectful to His Majesty, I will attack you." Windmill clenched his fists, and the blue will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes under the iron mask kept jumping and flashing.
"Whatever you want." Wuwang said without looking back. He had already calmed down and walked towards the altar at the other end of the black carpet with ease. Step by step, he walked to the side of the throne. Wuwang looked back not far away.
He glanced at the windmill at the corner, with a confident smile on his face, and reached out to grab the huge gem sword under the Vampire King.
As soon as the fingers touched it, the giant gem sword immediately made a slight buzzing sound. While shaking slightly, the whole body of this sword of kings emitted red light...
"You..." A trace of red will-o'-the-wisp slowly rose in the vampire king's originally empty skull eye socket, like a person who closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at the human in front of him majestically and angrily.
Knight, the skull's jaw also opened and closed slightly, "You...are guilty..."
"I have always known." Wuwu looked into his eyes calmly, exerted force with both hands, and snatched the sword from the Vampire King's hand with great strength, and then jumped back quickly!
"You...damn it!" The vampire king waved his hand and failed to catch the other party. His weapon was taken away unpreparedly. The undead king's voice immediately became angry!
