The air after rain is often a bit fresher, but due to the sudden northerly wind, there is always a fishy smell in the air, making people feel uncomfortable inexplicably.
The spring rain cannot wash away the smell of death in the air, but for the new residents who have just moved in, this is indeed the smell of hometown. They expect the world to be completely distorted into a part of the plane of death, but the area where the original port area is located
The Enchanted Forest is an impenetrable fortress.
The open door to the plane is always a threat. Outside the Victoria Harbor City, among dozens of giant spiritual evocation towers, the power of death that is constantly pouring in gathers and twists here, turning into a black light pillar that covers the sky.
But around the light pillar that looks like a Tower of Babel, there is a twisted space. There are mountains and waters in the shadows there, and dense black figures seem to be doing something. It is the intersection of the main plane and the profane plane.
Every now and then, undead souls emerge from the void.
The corpse witches and lichs are busy, surrounded by hills with broken bodies and broken arms. Most of the low-level undead that have just emerged are missing arms and legs, and they must at least be equipped with "parts" that can walk normally.
The first thing those high-level undead do when they come out is probably to thank God or the God of Destiny for their protection. After all, the collision of planes and the conflict of plane rules to complete the journey is like driving a small wooden board.
Crossing the dangerous strait in the storm requires not only courage and strength, but also luck.
The Undead Emperors are not fools. They already know that this is a critical moment. On the contrary, in order to wait for this day, they have spent countless energy and secret preparations, and no matter how well-planned they are, they cannot withstand the sudden misfortune.
According to the current development trend, if we really wait for the area caused by the subsidence of this plane to become a new plane, this door to the profane plane will be opened in vain.
A harsh situation has been laid before us. If this new will of the plane cannot be eliminated and this space is completely annexed by the blasphemous plane, when the will of that plane is completely awakened, a large-scale counterattack will probably take place. By then, this passage will
Even if it is scrapped.
Find a new location to carry out plane subsidence? Let’s not talk about how to persuade the Bayer Empire to make another sacrifice now that no results have been achieved. Previously, the Undead Emperor paid a huge price and took the risk to come in person to negotiate.
And even if Bayer's objections can be successfully suppressed, the previous preparations for the Victoria Harbor area could not be completed in one or two years. In order to meet the standards of plane subsidence, the spiritual summoning tower there has actually been secretly operating for many years. Citizens
The Tears of Cassolan in the body has already been more than five times the average. How many years will it take to start preparations again?
But when the rules of planes collide, plane teleportation is simply a lucky draw. Low-level undead items are cheap and beautiful. There are countless low-level undead accumulated in the plane of death for so many years. Three out of ten.
It's not a pity for anyone, but it's a pity for intermediate and above levels.
There is no concept of mid-level undead in the main plane. Those without intelligence are low-level undead, and those with intelligence are high-level undead. However, in many death planes, due to the tilt of the plane rules towards the undead, as long as the advanced level reaches
Experience and wisdom can be regained at a certain level (probably the bronze level). It is precisely because of this, with a broad base, that the kingdom of the dead in the plane of death is more prosperous than outsiders expected, and the level of civilization is not low.
No intelligent life can bear to transform itself into a blood-devouring beast driven by instinct. Most of them are still ordinary people in their native land, so how can they be willing to transform into beasts and slaves here? The "intermediate undead" who have lost their intelligence are just a little bit.
The stronger low-level undead can only exert less than one-third of their strength, which is still an obvious waste.
As for the high-level undead, if you only look at the birth rate, they are probably the most pitiful among all races, and they are even more precious. What is most lacking in the undead army is always middle- and high-level cadres. This is not empty talk. Thousands of years of accumulation are used to bet on a chance.
Not worth it.
Of course, the more powerful the existence, the stronger its survivability in this situation, and the higher the chance of teleportation through space. However, if you are unlucky and encounter some time gap, even the Undead Emperor himself may not be confident in teleportation.
No matter how much you pay, the highest probability is only about half and half. After thousands of years of accumulation, you only bet on this one round. This is a gamble that is bound to lose.
But when the war encounters a critical moment, investment and expenditure cannot be considered. "Even if a brigade spends all its resources, it will win the xxx Highlands" is also a slogan often shouted on certain occasions.
Obviously, a hillside that has been flattened by bombs is not worth trading for one's life. Even if it is captured, it cannot be exchanged for benefits. The most important thing is the strategic significance behind it. "Can't take it" or "for a moment at night" are not
It may lead to the defeat of the entire war.
At this time, this semi-closed plane that is becoming more and more independent is a strategic high ground that is being competed for. The Gods of Order may intervene at any time. Therefore, even if you know that teleportation at this time is a huge loss, you have discovered that the plane
After it began to escape control, the emperors did not hesitate to attack their own families.
"Ah, I'm here, I saw it, I conquered...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
The lucky ghoul had just stepped out of the black beam of light. Before he could celebrate that he was lucky enough to have passed the death test, he lowered his head amidst howling miserably, and a large amount of black mist left his body.
At the same time, his centuries of reason and experience were also dispersed.
Just now he was uttering bold words, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw the ghoul drooling all the time. He had turned into a vicious creature and lay down directly with his head lowered to gnaw on the bones of the corpse.
"...another unlucky guy who was sent here without understanding."
The corpse witch connected to a death contract and ordered it to give up the passage. This kind of thing has been encountered too many times these days, and they have long been used to it.
What came out next was a team of scarred Death Knights. Many of them had their hands and feet broken. They supported each other and barely walked out of the light beam. Judging from the fact that they still maintained their sanity, they were all high-level undead. This was
The elite reinforcements and big shots were immediately treated by corpse witches, and they were also registered to prepare for legion reorganization.
"All members of the Blood Red Thorn Knights are here. I am the leader, Elber."
What was about to happen was an undead monarch-level death knight lord. The corpse witch released the "breath of death" to treat his injuries while registering him. But halfway through writing, he hesitated for a moment and asked.
"All members? Aren't the Blood Red Thorns a very famous knight order in the White Ghost Valley area? It is said that there are hundreds of high-level death knights..."
The rest of the words could no longer be said. The pale arms had already grasped the corpse witch's skull, and Death Knight Elbor had a scowl on his face.
"Crack!"
Should I say that everyone is happy? The talkative corpse witch once again demonstrated what it means to not die without seeking death. The death knight lord who suffered heavy losses also found a target to vent his anger, but after looking at his brothers who suffered heavy casualties behind him, he could not let go.
.
"We haven't gone to the battlefield yet. There are only thirteen of the one hundred and thirty-six brothers left... Damn Esso! Damn space cracks! And this damn fate!"
But no matter how much they complain, they can't change the fate of their cannon fodder. Since they are destined to make sacrifices, and since the Undead Emperor has made up his mind, even the Undead Lord cannot escape the fate of destruction.
Although the normal teleportation probability is as high as about 40%, this is an average of countless 0% and 100%. If you are unlucky, for example, if you happen to hit the blood-red thorns in the space crack, you will become an unlucky guy with about 10%.
But even if they cursed the undead emperor who forced them into the crack, they could not change the things that were decided next. As plane invaders, they could only go to the dark side in one way.
Soon, this group of death knights who suffered heavy losses will be taken to the summoning tower for treatment. Then the death knight's ability in leading troops will be used to reorganize middle and low-level undead for them. As long as there are enough skeletons and zombies, almost one
A death knight can lead an army.
"Plants vs. Zombies" is still going on, and the war on the frontline has not stopped. However, if you pay attention to the battlefield situation, the undead side has not sent many high-level undead as the backbone of the elite. Camps have been built around the soul-calling tower.
A large number of undead laborers are working overtime, and a fortress-level defense line will probably be built soon.
When the refueling tactic cannot effectively consume the opponent's combat power, but will only become experience points for the enemy's growth, no qualified commander will start a meaningless fight.
Each camp is filled with reinforcements that have just arrived from the profane plane. It is obvious that the undead are accumulating the strength to launch a general attack, and the small war in front of them is just a front-line reconnaissance with redundant soldiers sent out.
However, the wood spirits have no intention of taking the initiative to attack. After all, the newly born ones will be greatly reduced in strength if they leave the protection of the forest. If they attack the undead's territory, they will be equivalent to leaving their own plane, and they will die after losing their immortality.
If there is one less person, there will naturally be no capital to attack proactively.
Seeing the undead troops piling up, they were very worried in their hearts, but they could only continue to strengthen their defense lines, breed tribesmen, and produce new war machines.
For the undead, military strength alone is not enough. Although limited by the rules of the plane, it is still impossible for the undead emperor to descend in its heyday at this stage. Their trusted subordinates are too powerful and it is difficult to descend directly. Even if the descending is not completely successful,
But how much they can perform with reduced strength is also a question, but if they can't do it, someone can indeed do it.
"I didn't expect to come back so soon."
Lich Fetlan slowly walked out of the rules of the plane. While lamenting the impermanence of the world, he casually took away the bones of the corpse witch around him and restored the lower body he lost during the teleportation.
With Emperor Esso personally protecting him, even if he was a bit unlucky and encountered a space crack like the previous unlucky guy, he still successfully completed the teleportation.
As an undead king who has reached the epic level in the main plane, and as one of the strongest undead in the Ashe world, Fetlan, the former second consul of Siro, is indeed proud of himself.
Although he was ultimately defeated in the Ciro Civil War, as the vanguard of the "Leading Party" in the Ashe plane, he still received the respect and trust of the undead emperors, and was even accepted as a disciple by Emperor Esso, who taught him a lot
The secret method of the undead, and got the opportunity to understand the rules of the profane plane.
"Haha, Omar! Reinhardt! We still have a lot of time, let's wait and see when I come back."
He vaguely peeked at the crack in the door that broke through the epic realm. His strength had greatly increased, and he was about to take revenge. He was fully appointed by Emperor Esso and became the frontline commander. It can be said that he has great power.
Moreover, as long as he takes this small plane as a springboard, he will even be the commander-in-chief of the entire undead invasion. It is just around the corner to repeat the disaster of eternal night. He may even be more majestic than that person back then. Thinking of this, Fetland was proud of himself.
He laughed. At this time, he felt more energetic than before, and even felt that losing the civil war in Siro might not be a bad thing.
"Don't be too happy too early. The will of the plane is not easy to deal with. Let's quickly integrate the army. I always have an ominous premonition."
If Fetlan was overjoyed just to get the key to a higher level, the former first consul, the ancient bone dragon Gricasio, gained even more. Emperor Esso commented on him as "give it two hundred years."
, we need one more chair.”
Yes, after receiving the guidance and teachings from an undead emperor who was born from a bone dragon, Gricasio has accumulated enough and has already stepped on the threshold of the undead emperor. It is only a matter of time before the last gate of the epic level is opened.
, becoming the next Undead Emperor is just around the corner.
Although he said to be cautious, it was just because of his habit of being low-key and cautious. He was originally the strongest in Siro and he had always been the strongest undead creature in this plane. Now his strength has greatly increased. He is really afraid.
who.
"It's a pity that 'that person' is not here, otherwise I could have let him see my newfound power."
When he also set foot in that field, in the heart of the ancient bone dragon, there was even a vague ambition to challenge the person who had always suppressed him in the past.
"Oh oh oh!!"
"We will win! The living will eventually sleep, and the eternal night will finally come!"
"Lord Gricasio is finally here. We can charge again."
Wave after wave of cheers attracted the attention of the two undead monarchs. It turned out that there was a huge bone dragon hovering over the camp over there. The ordinary bone dragon was not as big as its claws. The Wings of Death
It can cover the sky when unfolded. The coercion of the top undead, in the eyes of many high-level undead, is naturally a friendly force coming to support, which immediately caused bursts of cheers.
The undead army here has been suppressed. One of the important reasons is that there are no top undead that can control the scene. Now it seems that an ancient bone dragon of at least epic level has arrived. Naturally, he is very excited. Some well-informed people even shouted
The name of the bone dragon boss who is expected to arrive.
But not far away, the real Gricasio was full of surprise. I had never heard that the Undead Emperors had sent out other super bone dragons. Why was the figure of this bone dragon a bit familiar? It seemed that I had seen him there not long ago.
Pass.
"...Gloria!!"
But Fetlan was surprised. Although the beauty-loving Gloria rarely showed off her bone dragon form, on the final battlefield that decided the kingship of Siro, the bone dragon that suddenly glided down almost brought down her own Dark Night Parliament.
Now that this familiar magic wave is right in front of me, how could I admit my mistake?
The enemy was jealous when they met, and Fetlan immediately planned to rush to take revenge, but Gricasio stopped him.
"Wait a minute, there's someone on her back."
"So what if there is someone? If we join forces, who will we be afraid of?"
"...Do you think Igolia's temperament will allow anyone to ride on her back? It's just that person."
"Could it be..."
Lich Fetlan was startled suddenly, and quickly released an arcane eye, but what he saw was the same lich on the dragon's back.
He was lying on the deck chair casually, wearing magic crystal sunglasses and enjoying the sun while waving down triumphantly, like a head of state inspecting his troops.
And suddenly, as if aware of his own peeping in the void, he smiled at the invisible eyes, still saying something, and then snapped his fingers, and the scene returned to the void.
"Long time no see. My child is taken care of by you. This time, let me play with you personally. Have a good time."
Gricasio in the distance read out the voice of the soul word by word, and the special magic power fluctuations were unmitigated evidence, but in fact the two of them did not need evidence.
Although the magic power fluctuations shown are not strong, just looking at the seemingly calm but actually crazy soul fire, and the weird behavior that is always elusive, Gricasio can be sure that that person is finally back.
, that existence that makes all the undead emperors extremely fearful actually exists in this plane.
After so many years, he has just faked his death. What conspiracy is he planning behind the scenes? Why does he come forward at this critical moment?
"Eternal Night...."
"Impossible, impossible!"
Gricasio could still remain calm, but Fetlan had a broken face. How could he, who was once one of the staff of Emperor Yongye, not know how terrifying that person was? He dared to establish the parliamentary faction to suppress the royal faction before because he was convinced of that person.
People will never come back.
And over there, it seemed that she had received enough cheers and applause. Gloria turned in a direction and flew towards the green patch of land in the distance.
And when Gloria slowly glided beside the dark clouds and flew over the heads of the two undead kings, she actually hovered for a while.
The two of them could clearly see that on the dragon's back, the man was waving his hands happily to them, and even kept blowing kisses and waving. His enthusiasm was like that of a friend they hadn't seen for a long time.
"Hi!"
Even the warm greetings were passed down.
".....Hi!"
Being stared at by the familiar soul fire, Fetlan was frightened and waved hello to him. This was not a spell, but an instinct formed from the pressure accumulated over the years.
After receiving the response, the lich in the sky nodded with satisfaction, patted the bone dragon, and Gloria slowly continued to glide toward the forest.
As if he thought that the reinforcements would attack the enemy as soon as they arrived, another burst of cheers erupted in the military camp to see off the Bone Dragon's expedition.
"Long live Lord Gricasio!"
"Long live Emperor Esso!"
The only ones left in place were the two new commanders who were dumbfounded. Gricasio, who had just been called Long Live, was full of hesitation. His newly rising ambition to defeat his superiors was only frightened by the appearance of that man.
It was so frightening that it seemed to have vanished into thin air without even realizing it.
In the end, between big eyes and small eyes, the two of them just watched the enemy leave, completely forgetting their responsibilities as commanders.
As Gloria disappeared from sight, neither of them had the courage to intercept her. After all, they would have to face that person directly, the person who had suppressed them for more than a hundred years just by relying on the residual power after death.
"Hey, we'd better take in the troops earlier, lest those little guys rush out on impulse."
"Hmm. Well, don't keep others waiting. Let's go quickly. It's so outrageous that we actually recognized the wrong supreme leader of the legion!"
Well, when someone reappears in front of them, there are still two super undead kings who give the true gods a headache. They are obviously frightened and homeless dogs. They have lived in the shadow of this person for too long.
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