Chapter 371 The correct way to open an adversarial copy
"Pfft!"
After the fire fluorite powder sealed on the wood was exposed to the air, with the violent action of the magic particles and the fire fluorite powder, a trace of white eyes rose from the wood, and then a small orange-red flame burned blazingly.
Soldier Caul-Lover struggled to move the tobacco in his mouth to the flames. His right hand suffered from frequent weakness due to the load exceeding the limit of the muscles for too long.
But compared to being able to cut off a few more heads of the skeletal dregs on the opposite side, Kaul-Roff felt that this was nothing.
The battlefield is cruel, devouring every last trace of flesh and blood from every participant.
But it is like a black hole like an abyss, and no one can escape its haze.
It is now the thirty-seventh day since the death of the Great Sacrifice, and the Dark Empire's attacks are like crazy wild dogs that are forcing people to breathe.
The cold mist passed by with a hint of rotten and fishy smell, and Caul-Rover happily took a mouthful of the lit tobacco.
"Cough cough cough..."
The thick and highly irritating smoke entered the lungs, instantly triggering Coul-Loffe to cough violently.
But the excitement in the smoke also quickly took effect through his blood, and he felt that the swelling and pain in his right hand from time to time disappeared.
Kaul-Rover looked at the gloomy and gray sky opposite him. It was hard for him to imagine how those who were still alive among the enemies could endure such an eternal and long depressing atmosphere.
The living and the dead should be the clearest boundaries in the world.
"Those who are already dead should lie quietly under the horizon."
Kaul-Roffo bit down hard on the thickly rolled tobacco, and a bitter taste spread in his mouth.
At this moment, his eyes froze slightly, and he could feel the ground beginning to tremble slightly.
Caul-Rover, who had had a long confrontation experience, knew that this was not the sound of his own heavy cavalry, but the skeletal Death Cavalry army on the opposite side.
There was a trace of doubt in Kaul-Lof's eyes. Although he was just an ordinary soldier, he had already gained a vague perceptual understanding of the enemy's attack rhythm during these thirty-seven long days.
But now, the opponent sending out death knights at this time seems very abnormal compared to before.
After all, the Death Knight was almost crushed when faced with the impact of the heavy armored cavalry within the range of the sacred crystal. Under the illumination of the sacred crystal, the death knight of the same strength appeared vulnerable in front of the heavy armored cavalry.
It only takes a few rounds of cross impact to basically suffer heavy damage.
Therefore, they are often harassed by the empire with the help of dark shadow bats and the like. After all, human heavy armored cavalry also need to play a more important forward role.
"What's wrong?"
The recruit next to him asked, looking at Kaul-Roff's ugly face.
"Pray, child. The night is still very long, and we are all new firewood invested in advance..."
"The kingdom will usher in the dawn. I don't want my hometown to become the burial place of the bones and scum across the way."
"It's a pity that we won't be able to see the light of that day... But there will always be someone who falls, and only then someone will survive."
Kaul-Rover moved the tobacco to the corner of his mouth, and then pulled out his long sword:
And in the hazy dark sky on the opposite side, countless soul fires exuding the breath of death and cold light began to enter this land of the living...
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Yi Qiu once faced the impact of small polluting creatures like a tidal wave, and also witnessed the undead summons from necromancers in a steady stream.
But now, when the two kingdoms that respectively occupy the vast majority of this plane begin their final battle of life and death, this magnificent and bloody scene undoubtedly exudes a cruel beauty.
This is the battlefield between the human kingdom and the dark empire in one of the first lines of defense. Human soldiers and undead creatures of various shapes are beginning to strangle.
The sound of blood, the smell of rancidity and the rotting smell produced by dark magic hitting flesh and blood, the sound of wailing, roaring, the dull sound of weapons striking flesh...
Someone fell every second, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger every second.
The soldiers who were dying lost their last vitality in fatal convulsions. The carrion crows that had already gathered here were waiting in darkness nearby, and from time to time there would be hoarse cries like death knells...
Everything is like Yi Qiu's exposition of the oldest source of violence and the most complete, idiotic act of destruction.
And this was only a small part of the battle between the two sides. Wherever Yi Qiu passed, he had already seen no less than five battlefields of this scale.
This made Yi Qiu have some questions: What can their team of less than a hundred players do on a battlefield of this scale.
Touching his bald head, Yi Qiu felt that this kind of problem was more suitable for Danlon Sol, who now had the temporary command of the player's team, to relieve his headache.
Yi Qiu tried to put all this into a category he was familiar with: although he didn't know what he should do, there was obviously nothing wrong with defeating the enemy player first.
As a comprehensive online player, Yi Qiu has a very clear understanding of players' ability to cause trouble.
At this time, Yi Qiu discovered that a group of humans wearing different styles of equipment came out of the dark sky in the distance.
Yi Qiu squinted his eyes slightly and entered a stealth state in the dim light environment produced by the gloomy clouds emitted by the Dark Empire's mage...
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"Red-robed mage?...I've heard of your organization."
The ruler of the Dark Empire: Crown of Gloom - the Eternal Immortal King of the Dead - Lukeda Voloto I looked at the leader of the evil player side, Choros-Billy, and said slowly.
As a dark king who gained evil intelligence through wight mutation, Lukdar Voloto I still retains his iconic form as a wight:
From time to time, viscous liquid gushed out from his skin, which was disgusting mucus formed by rotting flesh under highly activated negative energy.
For carrion, it can maintain the normal body operation of the carrion, play a certain role in joint lubrication, and can inhibit the reproduction of maggots to a certain extent.
"I like the aggressive flavor of your organization..."
Lukda Voloto I stared at Choros-Bili with his evil eyes, and his voice sounded thick with phlegm due to the mucus.
"However, this does not mean that I will give you extra servants."
"You are just like the rancid intestines of those brainless fools out there. Having them will make their digestion smoother, but it will not help them catch their prey."
"Offer death and I will reward you."
"And verbal pros and cons have no weight on the deceased."
King Lukda Voloto I looked at the expressionless Choros-Bilisu and retracted his throne in boredom before saying.
Only the undead can bring victory to the undead, and it has enough patience and confidence to create a world that belongs to the undead.
As for the living?
King Lukdar Voloto I caressed the Skeleton Throne made of living skulls, which would never trust them.
Unless they choose to embrace death and completely become one of them.
Only those who embrace the cold death are servants worth driving. The brain of Lukdar Voloto I, who has not yet completely rotted, is very clear about this...