The clouds of darkness swirl in the sky, and ghosts moan and groan, seeming to make people more frightened and hesitant than before.
This is the land of bones, the place of the dead, and a place where light and warmth have never been allowed to shine.
However, here is very different from other places!
Because just over a thousand meters in front of this place, countless tall trees that are lush and lush, like a primeval forest, are strangely spread across the field of vision. It is hard to believe that the terrain changes before and after are only a few hundred meters apart. So big~
Yes, this is a place of the dead, but it is also a place of resurrection.
The reason why such an astonishing and strange phenomenon occurs is because this is actually the Ptolemaic Kingdom, and it is the location of the war zone where the southern front lines of fire are facing off against the elves.
The land here presents a strange mess and darkness. It is not as flat and monotonous as the bone-white land in other places in the nobility.
Speaking of which, it's just because every inch of land here has been attacked and fought for more than ten times. Whether it is attacking or summoning, the bones that make up the land here have probably been ravaged back and forth for more than ten times. I’ve done it ten times and it’s hard not to look messy~
However, just in the past few days, the originally extremely chaotic and fierce battle in the south of Ptolemy has inexplicably stopped.
Whether it is the Ptolemaic Kingdom or the elves attacking army.
The two sides did not have any agreement to meet, but they almost unanimously ceased fire a few days ago. Except that the player troops on both sides couldn't bear the "loneliness" and would rush across the line of fire from time to time to catch and kill them. At least The NPC regular army has really quieted down completely, as if they are just quietly waiting for something in the wilderness.
Perhaps, we are waiting for the judgment of fate to reveal the final victory...
However, this day did not last long~
On this day, with the huge spectacle sweeping across the sky of the Ptolemaic Kingdom, it seemed that the moment that heralded the end had arrived~
About a few minutes after the spectacle ended, several huge and terrifying space energy fluctuations suddenly descended on this intersection... Those are strong fluctuations that can only be caused by space magic! And what is certain is... This is definitely not ordinary space magic!
Under normal circumstances, after the leading generals of any of the defenders sense that there are other unidentified spatial power fluctuations in the territory, they will definitely attack with all their strength to prevent that power from taking shape, or they will deploy heavy troops around it. , make sure to kill the opponent as soon as possible after he shows his power!
No matter what the situation is, this kind of unplanned and strange change means absolute danger~
However, the situation seems to be different this time. The several distinct space power fluctuations that appeared one after another did not even attract the attention of any of the elves and undead. Everyone just stayed in their own defense zones and watched everything take shape with cold eyes~
The power of space fluctuations is getting larger and larger, and at the same time, it is becoming more and more stable.
Until finally, as the huge shock wave of the air burst radiated outward, three huge silver gates appeared one after another on Ptolemy's southern frontier!
First, in the tree of life group arranged by the elves, in a clearing that had long been cleared, when the giant door appeared, three majestic and unshakable beings stepped out of the door, and then landed one after another. More and more elite legions are moving here through the giant gate in the forest.
Three legendary level experts...
If it had been before the Elf Council of Elders was fully involved in this Northern Expedition, it would have been difficult for the Northern Expedition troops who searched the entire Elf race to assemble such a luxurious lineup!
The three legendary existences... are even enough to compete with an average king with royal assistance!
And the troops that came out of the huge silver door in an orderly manner were astonishing to every player who was lucky enough to see this scene~
Green dragon, green crystal dragon, emerald dragon... silver unicorn, golden unicorn, holy light unicorn... tree people, tree people guards, tree people elders...
Too many!
The densely packed and countless powerful elven legions surged in like a tidal wave. In an instant, they covered the not-so-small open space in the forest. At the same time, they continued to spread further to the rear. The number could not be reduced.
More than tens of thousands!
"Elder~"
As soon as the three heroes with astonishing momentum came out, they held the front, left, and right sides of the portal. While on guard, they asked a young elf hero who turned from behind and had two swords on his waist to come closer.
The other party was also very honest and did not make any changes. When he came forward, he first bowed his head and saluted.
"Well, how is the situation now?"
Among them, the old elf who solemnly guarded the front asked in a deep voice.
"Everything is as promised.
The Ptolemaic Kingdom opposite has completely eliminated the magical protection of the kingdom's mainland, and our various fixed-point transmissions have been able to accurately lock all local spatial coordinates.
If necessary, our army can quickly enter any place in the Ptolemaic Kingdom.
As expected, the enemy did not make any changes. At the same time, there were two obvious powerful fluctuations of space power coming from the front just now. It must be the people on the opposite side who should also take action."
"Well~ Very good, you can go down. We three old guys will be responsible for the next thing. You just need to take care of the logistics channels and be careful of the enemy's flank attack~"
"Yes, Your Excellency Elder~"
The elf gave a slight salute again, then leaned over and slowly retreated, quickly disappearing behind the increasingly densely packed elf troops.
At the same time, the three old elves with solemn faces whispered:
"How's it going? Old Sailor? Do you still think that these plans this time are just the conspiracy of the undead?"
"Hmph~"
An old man's chuckle inquiry only elicited chuckles from others. Apparently, he was unwilling to pay attention to his companion's ridiculing inquiry.
"Hehehehe~
I didn’t expect that you are still so unwilling to admit defeat, Sailor, even though you are old..."
"Who lost? Who lost???
You idiot with a licorice beard!
Is it over this time?
What I said before was, 'Until the matter is over, those despicable undead souls may come up with evil ideas on our heads at any time, so we must not take it lightly'!
This incident is not over yet, how can you say that I have lost?
Say it again~
Didn't those skeletons trigger an inexplicable large-scale curse before?
That’s already an obvious attack on our elves, okay?
It’s just that the other party seems to be poorly prepared and has not fully unleashed the power of that weird curse..."
"Come on, old Sailer~ Why do you always look like such a scoundrel who refuses to admit defeat?
The great elder had confirmed from the other party before that it was an accident that even they themselves did not know the cause of.
Think about it, if they really wanted to use that curse to plot against us...how could that kind of strange and unexplained curse be broken so easily by us?
You know, as long as the power of that curse is strengthened a little more, even if it breaks out more violently, it will already be a terrifying disaster for us!
Do you think that if it was really a conspiracy of the other side without evidence, our vanguard troops would eventually be able to withdraw so smoothly?
You old stubborn with mushrooms in your ears!”
"you……"
"Okay!"
The two of them were still arguing, but the tall and solemn elder, who was always paying attention to the movement outside the woods due north, spoke up.
"Both of them are almost a thousand years old together! Is it necessary to be so embarrassing and noisy?
If those young brats saw it, where would the prestige of our Presbytery be?
You two idiots, please be quiet!
This time, whether the other party really wants to cooperate with us or there is some conspiracy against us.
Now that the three of us immortals are here, we must ensure the smooth implementation of the plan!
No matter what... we must not let the Kingdom of Solna see the Demonic Moon tonight! Do you two fools understand? Why don't you yell at me over there? If you have some spare time, why not pay more attention to the surrounding areas?
environment!
You know, I’m afraid there will be quite a few people showing up here today, so don’t lose your sense, you two!”
Although the tall old man at the head didn't have a loud voice, he was unusually stern and had a touch of irresistible majesty.
The other two old elves who were originally noisy could not help but be shocked after hearing the other party's words, but they did not dare to say a word more. Then they just quietly watched the environment around the forest, so that for a while, the entire forest except for
Apart from the footsteps of more elven troops pouring out one after another, there was no other noise.
At the same time, the long-browed old elf, who was the leader and suppressed the two companions, silently glanced at the due north with a pair of indifferent eyes that seemed to reveal infinite wisdom, and silently snorted in his heart:
"Hmph, whether it's true or false, just use whatever tricks you have~
Today, the history of the undead and elves will be rewritten..."
And just as more and more powerful elven legions were pouring out of the forest to the south of the war zone, at the other end, in a major fortress on the Ptolemaic side of the battlefield, the same scene was happening at the same time.
But if Ptolemy, Thoradere or Liu Yifei were here, they would be able to recognize the guy standing tall and laughing maniacally at the top of the fortress at a glance... King Garthwood - the Witch King!
"Hahahaha~
Hahahaha~~~
That fool Ptolemy!
Actually...
The protection of grace was actually broken!
It's so good...so good!
Hahahaha~~~
Now, no one can stop me, no one, not even you... can!"
The Witch King stood tall and stood on the south wall of the military fortress, laughing and talking to himself, talking about his achievements, and even glanced to the northwest with a look of disdain, and there was the third wave on the battlefield.
The source of huge space energy fluctuations.
The Witch King knew very well who would appear in that position.
The elves will not rush deep into that position without gaining control of the battlefield and seek death.
And neither Ptolemy nor Solna would send anyone to that position. In addition, as Ptolemy's master, the guy in Delali would probably not want to appear on the battlefield to see his apprentice at this time.
The kingdom is in danger of collapse.
So it’s already obvious who will appear there~
Diastino…Bone King…
While silently chewing these two names in his heart, the Witch King's eyes were full of soul fire!
As long as Solna is annexed...then turn around and annex Ptolemy! By then, Garswood will be greatly expanded and no one can stop it!
When the time comes, no bone king or old man will be able to stop him from reaching the sky!
The Witch King...
When he thought of the titles he could change after becoming the king of the most powerful kingdom, the Witch King's heart was filled with cruel excitement and violent emotions!
That skeletal idiot has been weighing on his head for hundreds of years!
This time...it's finally his turn to sit on the supreme throne!
Yes~
Yes~~~
Everything will unfold smoothly according to your plan, and there will definitely be no more surprises. It will never be allowed...
When he thought of this, the Witch King even sneered in his heart~
Did that idiot Ptolemy really believe that he would let his kingdom survive and help him regain the land that had been invaded by the elves?
That idiot is just a fool who deserves to die!
The Witch King thought so bitterly~
How can such a naive and idiotic guy be qualified to sit on the throne of the king?
Yes, those lost territories must be regained, but not for damn Ptolemy, but for his Garthwood!
For the most powerful and vast Garswood Empire!!!
As for that idiot Ptolemy, we might as well get rid of him in a while~
Anyway, I just received the news. It seems that the idiot was inexplicably severely injured by Torradre's little bat... Haha! Actually, this is not bad~
If Ptolemy would eventually die in the hands of Thoradere, then everything would be almost perfect!
As long as Ptolemy dies, he can immediately take over the command of the Ptolemaic Kingdom, and then eradicate Solna and take both countries back into his hands... It is simply a perfect plan!
Speaking of which, I have to thank Toradre’s little bat~
Well, that's right! Let him live to see the destruction of the kingdom's capital~
In addition, he can also take a good look at the scene when his subjects surrendered... It must be very interesting, right?
Hahahaha~
Oh, by the way, where did those two brats Thoradere and Ptolemy go?
Didn't you say that the teleportation was activated? Didn't it come towards the southern border?
And just when the Witch King was having various evil or sinister thoughts in his mind, on the other side, on a small cliff more than 100 meters high to the north of Ptolemy's southern battlefield, a group of strong silver light suddenly exploded.
, the next moment, two figures landed on the pile of bones together in no particular order.
The rich and strange "flame" on the red long sword was slowly undulating and jumping like blood, exuding a terrifying bloody power. However, the other end of the strange long sword had already penetrated a solid and thick armor.
It pierced the being named Ptolemy without any obstacles.
These two people were none other than the Toradres who suddenly disappeared from the battlefield above the Ptolemaic capital.
At this moment, the postures of the two men were not the same as before, and even the length of the sword tip penetrated Ptolemy's body was exactly the same. The only difference was that the blood-red blood in Toradre's eyes, which was as terrifying as an evil ghost, was no longer the same.
Disappeared.
"Why... why..."
Toradre had a look of disbelief on his face, and pulled out his sword with a slight click. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Ptolemy in front of him speechlessly, as if he really knew each other for the first time.
"Exactly...as I just said...my...eternal best friend...
Now that Solna has passed away, the vows we made can only be fulfilled by the two of us~
only…
But if we continue to move forward slowly as before, we...will eventually...fall into despair~
this time…
The conspiracy of the elves and the Witch King this time is certainly a huge disaster, but in this disaster, it is almost the only real hope for us hidden!
My...best friend...
Today...I present that hope to you...to open...the door of hope that we have long expected...and please...please forgive me for my betrayal to you...
Because...for our highest ideal...I really...have to betray you...my eternal best friend..."
Ptolemy's voice was always light, except that it seemed to be intermittent and weak due to injury. You can even imagine his indifferent expression as he said these words with a smile.
However, the face of the Black Warrior was not visible in the end, only the voice, like a sharp cone, pierced into Toradre's heart, making him think of something for a moment~
But the next moment, an invisible powerful force enveloped Toradre, making him unable to even move his fingers before he was violently thrown away.
And almost at the same time, Ptolemy, who had been pierced by Thoradere's sword and could not even speak coherently, was automatically lifted by a mysterious force to a height of more than 100 meters.
In the air~
Look far and wide from here.
The east, west, north and west were all covered by the familiar land of bones covered by clouds. Only in the south, from a distance of several thousand meters, Ptolemy could clearly see that land, which was like a sharp knife that deeply pierced his soul.
The scene... It was a forest as green as new. Although it was not nourished by the sun, it still looked delicate and charming, full of rich vitality...
It was also the land of the Undead, and it was an integral part of my Ptolemaic Kingdom!
But now... now...
Whatever~
Just think that I, Ptolemy, am incompetent!
Even the inherited kingdom was unable to protect it. Instead, it was seduced by traitors and almost destroyed the country of our compatriots~
Yes, all this is punishment for my cowardice!
If I hadn't been intimidated by the power of Su Lao and stood by and ignored Solna's crisis, I'm afraid those pointed ears of the elves wouldn't have been able to easily break into hundreds of miles north of our country and easily separate and occupy the territory of the kingdom...
Yes!
All this is my punishment!
But, my thousands of people, and my eternal friends, today, I will atone for my sins with my life. Will you forgive me? Are you willing to forgive me?
I just hope that the Lord of Death will come to the earth, and that the power of immortality will look after you. Please... please forgive me...
All thoughts flashed through Ptolemy's mind in the blink of an eye. The next moment, as a black warrior who was not good at casting spells, he stood still in the wind and suddenly lowered his head and began to recite a curse~
Because he was a little far away, Toradre didn't know what Ptolemy was preparing. However, whether it was his strange behavior or the strange power fluctuations around him, Toradre was shaken from his soul.
I felt an involuntary terrible tremor deep down!
That feeling...that feeling is the recognition of "fear" that lies deep in the soul!
At this moment, what anger and hatred, even if Toradre was almost swallowed up by that negative beauty at the last moment, at this moment it is not as intuitive as the horror that overflows his heart!
Although he still didn't know what Ptolemy wanted to do, Toradre had already noticed something was wrong in his heart, and instead began to fight against the mysterious power suppressing him with all his strength!
However, this power is unusually terrifying. Even if Toradre shows the power of his soul, it cannot shake it in the slightest!
In fact, being unable to break through the control of this strange force was not what shocked Toradre the most. What really made him feel almost crazy was that... he should have already opened up the power of his soul, but... But...
Why does the soul space not appear?
This is impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Even if those beings who have mastered the power of rules suppress it with the power of rules, it is impossible for them to not be able to reveal even the slightest soul space!
This...what on earth is going on?
Time passed quietly as Toradere tried desperately and then came to nothing. After almost ten minutes, Ptolemy's chanting voice suspended in the air became increasingly clear and discernible.
~
At this point, Toradre could finally vaguely hear the other party's chanting...
"...the Field of Bones...the Broken Fields...you hold the land...as...the Lord...your followers...call! May the white fire consume the earth...the wasteland of bones pave your steps...offer blood food...
Sacrifice..."
The sound of the mantra was vague and unclear, but some fragments were eventually captured by Toradre.
But the content of this clip was enough to make Toradre change his color in horror!
this……
What is Toradre doing???
Is he trying to summon the gods to come???
After roughly guessing what the other party wanted to do, Toradre was almost frightened to the point of losing his mind at that moment!
Damn!!!
Ptolemy...what does this guy Ptolemy want to do???
Summon gods to come to the world???
This is banned by the entire world!
Doesn't he know that if he really does this, the entire Ptolemaic Kingdom will be overthrown by other powerful beings in the mortal world?
No!
No!!!
Toradre, who was imprisoned and unable to move, screamed crazily in his heart, and at the same time mustered up all his soul power to try to break through the restrictions of the surrounding positions, and get in touch with Ptolemy, who had obviously entered the state of the sacrificial ceremony~
However……
hateful!
What kind of power is this? It actually locked up his soul power within his body. Even though Toradre had the ability to reach the sky, he was completely unable to use it!
After a while, the dark wind that filled the wilderness quietly stopped. It was not slight or dissipated, but it suddenly disappeared completely, as if the wind element had completely disappeared from this area and the surrounding area in an instant.
, leaving no trace~
And at the same time, the clouds in the sky calmed down, and the next moment, the scene that Liu Yifei had been lucky enough to see in the human kingdom of Dickwell quietly reappeared~
The ever-lasting clouds were pushed by a huge force and slowly rotated, gradually forming a huge vortex directly above Ptolemy. In the center of the vortex, there was a faint paleness, making it easy for people to have a feeling.
I feel so dizzy and nauseous that I dare not look at the whirlpool for one more second~
But the movement here seemed to have finally attracted the attention of other forces. The next moment, there was a sudden fluctuation of silver light in the sky. Almost in the blink of an eye, more than ten or twenty silver light groups appeared densely around Ptolemy in three directions, and
Then it was replaced by more than twenty strong figures standing out of thin air.
Among these three waves of people, the most attractive ones are undoubtedly a group of old elves wearing leather and holding wooden staffs. Their number is the smallest among the three waves of people, only three people. However, their power fluctuations are not weak, and
To be able to see such a powerful elf in this land of the dead is naturally particularly eye-catching.
Including Toradre, who was sealed underneath and could not move, almost everyone present subconsciously glanced at these three people, but everyone's attention quickly shifted to the one surrounded by them.
On Ptolemy.
"Ptolemy! What are you doing? This is not what we planned to do. What on earth are you doing!"
The Witch King shouted sharply, but he roared in a rather fearful manner.
The clouds in the sky were still rotating slowly. Although I still didn't know what Ptolemy was doing at the moment, there was a strange power fluctuation faintly revealed from the clouds... but it made even the cruel Witch King feel a surge from deep in his heart.
The panic arose.
And it was precisely because of the unknown that he wanted Ptolemy to stop~
His plan is already close at hand, and it seems that if he takes one step closer, the title of the strongest undead will fall on his head. At this moment, how can he allow others to act arbitrarily and destroy his plan?
Just when the Witch King glanced at him, he accidentally saw Toradre who was sealed and unable to move underneath. Almost subconsciously, he flashed in front of Toradre and looked at him with a strange expression on his face.
That was obviously Toradre who was imprisoned in place.
"Is it possible that... you were actually imprisoned here by Ptolemy?"
The Witch King seemed to have thought of something, and asked with a sinister look on his face.
The next moment, the Witch King's crazy and evil smile shocked the entire audience, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience almost immediately, and even made everyone ignore Ptolemy who was still guiding him all the time.
"Hahahaha~
God of Death! Is it really Toradre, you little bat?
Hahahaha~
Aren't you always sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued?
What are you waiting for? If you have the ability, talk again, talk again~
Ha ha ha ha!!!"
The Witch King laughed crazily, but it made the heroes who were originally following him frown and express a certain degree of dissatisfaction.
The Ptolemy in front of him seemed to be leading some unknown powerful ritual. The Witch King, despite being serious about it, ran over and wasted time with such an imprisoned guy... He really didn't know the importance of it.
The dissatisfaction of others was palpable, but no one pointed it out.
Naturally, the elves would not raise any objections to the naturally hostile existence of the undead tribe, and the Witch King's subordinates dared not speak out in anger.
As for the third party, the team consisting of a total of eight people actually came from Diastino. As an observation group representing the Bone Emperor, they rushed to the battlefield to witness the subsequent changes in the battle.
But what Ptolemy was doing right now made them all feel a strange sense of uneasiness. In comparison, this was much more concerning to them than the Witch King's boredom and madness.
After all, if something unexpected happened, it would be difficult for the eight of them to escape intact...
Fortunately, the Witch King didn't really talk too much to Toledre who was in the imprisoned state. He quickly rose to the sky again, and then without saying a word, he directly "killed the soul" towards Toledre in front of him.
Go for a close fight!
Anyway, in the Witch King's original plan, both Toradre and Ptolemy were two stumbling blocks that had to be eliminated!
Since dying early or dying late is nothing but death...then just die now!
As for what the other party is actually doing, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know. As long as you kill him anyway, are you still worried about what tricks he will come up with?
In an instant, the thunder tore through the sky. With the others subconsciously retreating and dodging, it accurately hit Ptolemy, who was still standing in silence!
What made everyone's expressions tense was...the attack clearly hit the opponent, but it had no impact at all!
Not to mention killing the opponent directly, it didn't even interrupt his "casting" process!
What's going on?
Unable to crack???
Everyone looked at each other in shock, shocked that the powerful blow just now did not cause any harm to the opponent...
But at the same time, everyone felt their eyes brighten, but the world was suddenly enveloped by a strange white light!
This light is not the warm and abundant freshness of natural sunlight. Although it is very bright, it gives people a weird, eerie and cold texture!
Almost at the same time as the light appeared, everyone present looked up to the sky almost subconsciously!
The next moment, a scene beyond the understanding of all the powerful heroes present appeared~
The boundless dark clouds on the horizon, which were originally swirling and gathering like a whirlpool... seemed to be lit on fire! They all turned into a ball of phosphorous white life burning with infinite divine power!
this……
The texture of this flame...
"Oh my God! It's the Pale Lord!!! This guy is summoning the power of the Pale Lord!!!"
I don’t know who suddenly roared, which made everyone else’s eyes look horrified for a moment!
"No...no...this stagnant feeling...
Suffer!
This guy is making a sacrifice!
He is not summoning the power of the Pale Lord, he is summoning the coming of the Pale Lord!!!"
The next moment, a wizard in the group of eight people who came here to "observe" on behalf of the Bone King and Diastino exclaimed in horror, which made everyone present jump in surprise!
"We can't wait any longer! Everyone, take action together and kill this guy!!!"
The soul fire dancing in the eyes of the Witch King had a fierce light, but he could not care so much. He immediately sacrificed his soul space, and countless dark death clouds that seemed to be holding ghosts let out the mournful cries of ghosts.
Then they almost continuously hit Ptolemy who was standing in the sky!
Soul attack!
Most of the people present were legendary level experts, and they immediately recognized that the Witch King really had no reservations. He was almost constantly blasting his soul space towards Ptolemy who was standing in the sky!
Seeing this, the others no longer hesitated, and more than a dozen soul spaces exploded in the air almost as soon as they were familiar with each other. Countless attacks carrying pure and powerful soul power rushed towards Ptolemy in the center like a tide.
The shock of the soul explosion that occurred in an instant stirred up a turbulent situation within a radius of more than a thousand meters.
If a player were here, they would probably feel extremely dizzy in their head, and their whole body would feel as if they were drunk, being pushed from side to side by some invisible energy, and they would not be able to control their body balance at all.
And if there are some weak undead here, the performance will be even more obvious, because the moment they are stirred by this soul power, the soul fire in their bodies will burst, and then silently disintegrate~
It's just that this tidal wave of continuous attacks seemed to activate the rebound of some powerful force. In an instant, a pillar of white flames suddenly shone down from the white fire cloud hovering above the head, and penetrated almost the moment it appeared.
Heaven and earth protected Ptolemy below in the pillar of fire.
And almost at the same time, a cold snort that seemed to reach deep into the hearts of everyone present swept across the entire venue~
"Huh... ants... actually... my servants take action... the sacrifice cannot be... interrupted... tremble... in front of the soul-eating white flame..."
"Oops! Part of the Pale Lord's consciousness has arrived! This bastard...run away! I don't know what will happen here next!"
I don't know who shouted, and then the others woke up and thought about running away.
Just the next moment...
"Oh my God! Teleportation magic...can't be used!!! What about you? Who can use teleportation???"
However, the next moment, everyone's face showed a look of shock or anger, but no one could use the teleportation spell to leave here!
And at this moment, Ptolemy, who had never spoken a word from beginning to end, suddenly laughed sinisterly "hehehe"~
However, the moment he spoke, blazing white flames emerged from his eyes, the gaps in his helmet, and every piece of armor on his body like a fire dragon. They entangled and circled around Ptolemy's body, but finally turned into a man with
The white-flamed man with a pair of strange black eyes 1,!
"Hehehehe~
No one can leave...no one can...don't even think about leaving...
The Soul-Sealing Nirvana Formation has already begun to operate...when you step into this place...
today!
Everyone!
Everyone, don’t even think about leaving here!
You will all become sacrifices to the Pale Lord, and all...all those who dare to infringe upon our free soul of the undead will be eliminated! Eliminated without leaving any trace!
Hahahaha~~~"
At this moment, compared to Ptolemy, who had seemed indifferent for a long time before, the black warrior who was surrounded by white flames...or the "white warrior" suddenly became extremely vicious!
His voice...his eyes...the black-eyed and white-flaming man appearing above his head...even if they just see him, everyone can feel the substantial evil and madness hidden under his body!
"Arrogance 1,!!!"
The leader of the three elf elders scolded him angrily and struck without saying a word~
The emerald green light formed the shape of a dragon's head in mid-air, but it hit Ptolemy on the left chest...hit!
Under everyone's stunned gaze, the green light dragon's blow tore off Ptolemy's left arm and half of his left chest armor, and then slowly fell to the ground behind him~
It's just that the armor has not even fallen into dust, but it is like a cremation wind. It is blown by an unreasonable breeze, but it disappears like ashes in front of everyone's eyes!
However, Ptolemy didn't seem to care when he was attacked by this severed limb. He just stood there and laughed wildly~
"Hahahaha~
bring it on!
Attack!
Feel free to vent!
However, you will ultimately be unable to destroy my soul! It is even less possible to prevent the inevitable destruction!
The warriors of our country kicked off this sacrifice with me!
Now, the consciousness of the Pale Lord has arrived!
However, our sacrifice is only the beginning~
All of you...every 1! Every point! will eventually form the body of the Pale Lord and achieve the supreme power!
Hahahaha~~~
Tremble! Cry! Go crazy!
But you can't escape after all!
final……
The white flames will engulf all living creatures until infinite death is spread to the far south!!!
Elves!!!
Stupid and arrogant elves!!!
It’s time for you to pay for your sins!!!
This war started with your attack and will end with your destruction!
Hahahaha~~~
The free soul of my undead tribe will live forever!
Come on! Let us rejoice! Rejoice at this moment of destruction! Rejoice at the majestic heroic appearance of the true God! Hahahaha..."
The next moment, Ptolemy, who was laughing crazily, was almost instantly overwhelmed by countless roaring attacks...
