"We agreed to go on a ruins expedition to pick up a girl? Why did it suddenly turn into a war drama? Why did the promised leisurely daily vacation turn into a troublesome business?"
"……stare!"
"Don't look at me like that, it's not me! I swear I didn't do anything this time, and I definitely didn't cause it! I'm not a broomstick! I didn't set up any conspiracy. △↗"
I am not the only one with hidden whistles. At this time, many eyes are focused on the mouth of the mountain road. If there is any movement over there, everyone will know about it immediately.
"The undead are coming! There is a battle at the mouth of the gorge!"
"In the sky, there are bone dragons in the sky! There are also gargoyles, the vanguard of the undead army!"
At this moment, spies from various forces reported together that the war was right in front of them. Looking at the body of His Highness Link in the middle of the room, everyone was stunned. Perhaps, "embarrassed" is a more appropriate description.
"What are the Royal Regiments doing?"
Saliman, the main messenger of Marquis Tariq's force who planned the conspiracy, was stunned. Even if she colluded with the Society of Death, as a living force, her goal was only the treasures under the ruins, natural disasters of the undead and so on. As a living person
, let’s forget it.
"...Ruins? What to do with the ruins?"
Knight Kahn, who had just rebelled and killed his own Xinjunshan, was also stunned. He started out as a traitor and had no loyalty from the beginning. Now he finally got rid of the "evil prince" who threatened "his treasure", but he heard
Receiving such news is tantamount to completely cutting off his path to rise. It is simply a bolt from the blue.
"As expected of Luo...brother Carlo, I will never be bored following you."
Only Timiret was very excited and seemed to be satisfied with such a daily routine. I glared at him. It was really not my fault this time. I didn’t have time to do anything. No, I really didn’t plan to do anything!
When the horn of war was sounded, the highest-ranking person in this small town was the second son of the Grand Duke, Link, who was a member of the royal family. But at this time, he had turned into a cold corpse, and the murderer was the only lord of this territory.
However, the legions directly under the royal family
It is the strongest legion in this territory. The legion directly under it will fight to the death according to the royal family's orders. Facing the murderer of the king, even if there is the undead legion, the public enemy of the living, outside, the distrust within the living will even
Bloody fights are still inevitable.
Saliman and I cast our eyes at Brightman at the same time. If this was really a conspiracy, I am afraid that only the undead and the All-Death Society would benefit. However, Brightman stood up with a nervous look on his face and kept waving his hands.
"This...this was not done by us. We had no idea at all. It was really us. We had evacuated a long time ago!"
"Crack!"
"We? Who are you talking about?"
"Brightman, please speak clearly!"
In the midst of the chaos, I took a deep breath, lay down on the chair, and stretched my feet directly onto the table. The dust kicked up by my boots kept people around me away.
What else are we talking about? I was deceived badly this time, and I jumped into the trap on my own initiative. It was none of my business in the first place.
I don’t think Brightman lied. At least the goal that the All Death Society has been working hard for is to bring sacrifices into the ruins to open the door to the death plane. They have paid a lot for this, but the sacrifices did not reach the door.
If it's open, it's probably because of other changes.
"...The soul in the Tower of Babel."
Timiret's words suddenly made me realize that the flesh and blood and ritual process in the sacrificial ceremony are not actually the theme. Those souls who died in pain and filled with hatred are the essence of the sacrifice and the energy that opens the door to the dimension. If
If that ruin is the Tower of Babel, it already has enough souls.
The rest of the speculations are simpler. Either the believers of the All-Death Society who stayed in the ruins opened the door to the plane of death, or something happened to the ruins themselves.
"The size of the undead army?"
Now that this is the case, there is no point in arguing about the reasons. How to deal with it is the most important thing at the moment.
"...You can't see the border at a glance, at least more than 50,000 people, a coalition of five or six lords, or an undead boss who is epic or above. By the way, there are some existences among the undead that I can't understand. If it weren't for this
A new breed that has been around for three hundred years is just a lot of fun."
"New variety? Be more detailed."
Undead that can make the dracolich incomprehensible? This directly attracted my interest
"...Those undead have some strange metal components on their bodies. It's like the undead are pieced together. Their combat capabilities are unknown for the time being, but the soul fire is incredibly powerful. It's like a hundred times the accumulation of ordinary souls.
Together. You also know that for the undead, the soul is the foundation. By the way, their emotions fluctuate very intensely, just like living people!"
Needless to say, there must be changes in the ruins. This thing sounds like a half-constructed creature and half-undead creature. Maybe it is a new species. This is great fun.
"Timiret, how many souls are there in the Tower of Babel?"
"How many? The dead of the entire civilization back then were packed into seven big towers. If that ruin is also the Tower of Babel, there should be no less. Well, if it is really a civilization revival plan like you said, then millions of souls are
At the least, if it's tens of millions, we could have spent it at that time. If I were to plan the civilization revitalization plan, it would be possible to invest twenty million."
Okay, I have the urge to nod and pound the ground. If the pure souls required for soul sacrifice to open the door to the plane are tens of millions, all kinds of undead can come. It seems that I have to be prepared to face the Undead Emperor.
Mentally prepared.
"Heng?"
I also checked some information afterwards. Either the Undead Emperor was too low-key, or my information was out of date, but the Undead Emperor is definitely difficult to deal with. Undead natural disasters with the Undead Emperor and undead disasters without the Emperor are completely different concepts. The latter
In the fierce battle, it is a local battlefield, and the former may have national-level overturning and destruction at any time. Any undead emperor is very good at destroying the world and spreading death.
"I propose that Ms. Saliman serve as the temporary garrison general! Lead us through the difficulties."
"Second!"
"I have no objection!"
The scouts have already handed over a steady stream of information, and everyone here is not a fool. It is extremely stupid to fight for power at this time. It is natural that "Blood Spear", who has leadership experience, was elected as the temporary leader.
“…….Can we retreat?”
As soon as the size of the undead army came out, some people were already shaken, but no one at the table said anything. This is not because they have any sense of racial honor, but because they may not really be able to escape in this plain area, and this is the place.
The only passage leading to the ruins. If you lose this level, you will die faster.
Want to escape? You can. Let a strong person guard this place and delay it as long as possible, so that others can take the opportunity to escape as much as they want.
But if it's a war involving the living and the dead, the deserter's reputation will be ruined in this life, and when the enemy is in front of him, even if he is mentally planning a retreat, he cannot say such words.
"Then, I will be the temporary commander-in-chief. Since you let me take the lead, let me say something ugly. The current situation is no longer just a civil war in Sasha. Starting from the Dawn Era, the country destroyed by the undead natural disaster is no longer a country.
There are two of you. Even if you can run, how far can you run? If you plan to run away at this time, don't let me see you, otherwise I will kill you."
The undisguised murderous intent in his one eye was a look that longed for blood, and the declaration that he would kill was definitely not just words.
"Since I am the leader, I will only say three points. First, Link was killed by that idiot. He was a spy of the undead and has nothing to do with anyone here."
As soon as these words were spoken, others immediately breathed a sigh of relief. As long as this was confirmed, many things would be easy to explain.
"Uh... stinky bitch, you betrayed..."
Kahn was stunned for a moment. Before he could say anything, the dagger from behind hit his vest directly. Even a quasi-legendary knight was killed by a big shot.
The top assassins joined forces to assassinate him, but there was no time to react.
Just as he was about to resist, his knees went numb and he half-knelt down.
"Assholes! You are burning bridges across rivers!"
But when he was cursing and trying to stand up, two legendary assassins took control of his arms, and suddenly, a silver light flashed.
It was a short silver arrow that came from nowhere, but it penetrated his throat directly, swallowing all his last words.
"impossible……!"
Kahn's eyes were dazed for a while. He couldn't believe that his mission of reviving his family had not yet begun, but his life had already come to an end.
At this moment, Kahn, who was full of surprise and disbelief, covered the short arrow in his throat, but finally saw the black figure on the roof beam outside the window. The dark ranger was laughing maniacally at this side, and there was nothing but flames in his one eye.
There is usually burning hatred, but more often there is the joy and enthusiasm of having a great revenge.
The glory and status that came from betrayal also ended because of betrayal, and all the plans and ambitions came to nothing.
"Sink..."
That was the last person he saw with his eyes open. The betrayer died of betrayal, and the avenger got what he wanted. While my soul link was further recognized by Xinke's contract, the people around me always looked at me
More is not less precaution.
"Do you believe me when I say it was just an accident?"
Well, they all know that Zink is my person. Perhaps, in their view, Tiana has been occupying the window and patrolling outside, but she opened the window to prepare for the ambush shooter. As for who she is preparing to deal with,
At least it was definitely not this person before.
But taking action by force when it is not necessary at this time is to show strength and plan to do something, perhaps, to seize power by force.
The power of imagination is infinite. They definitely didn't believe my truth, but at this time, I said it directly to Saliman.
"Actually, I'm just on vacation. Don't worry about me... Well, okay, I have no objection to Lord Bloodspear taking leadership. Please continue with the arrangements. Time is precious."
She glanced at it, but didn't say anything more. She also knew that this was not the time to make extraneous matters.
"The second part is that the situation is not as bad as everyone thought. Within a week, the royal reinforcements will arrive here. The person asking for help is Link. They brought the royal mage, knight, and great engineer to strengthen this place.
blockade, or simply build a fortress, but we didn’t expect that the reinforcements would become our reinforcements.”
Many eyes were cast on the corpse in the middle of the floor. Unexpectedly, this guy actually did a good deed before he died.
"The last thing?"
Saliman's single eye was filled with naked murderous intent as she looked around.
"We don't have time to deal with the traitors slowly. We need to eliminate the unstable factors in the city, those damn cultists of the All Death Society! They may open the city gate at any time!"
"Haha, that's so well said, eh...huh? Tiana, why are you pushing me? Why are everyone looking at me?"
I was just about to respond loudly to ease my tension, but when I looked down, I realized that I was wearing a black robe that stood out so much. The identity I had been claiming to be a necromancer seemed to be a big problem.
"Wait a minute, isn't this plot wrong? I'm not a member of the Ten Thousand Deaths Society!"
"He is, he is a disciple of the legendary lich and the top leader of the Society of All Deaths! I have the evidence here!"
The heart-rending shouts came from Brad. The Scourge of the Undead didn't care whether you were a member of the Ten Thousand Dead or not. The arms dealer had scared half of his soul away. The so-called evidence was a note written in ancient script by Ryder.
"I x, can you please stop cheating me like this!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
