"My candidacy as President of the Council of the Dead has not been cancelled!" Barbossa snorted angrily. After thinking hard for a while, he decided to make good use of his current status. The news of his unlucky situation has not spread yet.
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"Barbossa, what do you want to do by summoning us?"
In the cracks of the broken space, death energy surged like a tide, and a giant dragon with crystal bones loomed in it. This was a real lich, a dracolich that had fallen from a giant dragon into an undead.
"Do you have anything special?" The green will-o'-the-wisp surrounded a giant beast whose shape could not be seen clearly, and the burning space made a crackling sound. It didn't think that Barbossa would do anything good by looking for them. You know, they are now
But a competitor.
The current Speaker of the Parliament is about to abdicate and plans to go to the void to achieve epic achievements. The new Speaker of the Parliament is about to be elected, and the contenders are among them.
The Emperor of Wraith, whose body was like a materialized spirit, looked around and saw one after another powerful undead with legendary peaks, all of whom were candidates for the next Speaker of Parliament.
"I want to launch a natural disaster of the undead. A real natural disaster of the undead, not a playful one like a ninth-level spell." After contacting all the members of the Undead Parliament that he could contact, Barbossa said in a calm tone that he was inviting them.
The reason for coming.
The current situation on the mainland is too stable, and a stable situation is very unfriendly to a guy like him who wants to fish in troubled waters, so he plans to muddy up the situation on the entire continent, and not many people will be able to care about him by then.
, when the undead natural disaster is launched, he can do whatever he wants.
"What are you losing your mind about, Barbossa? The real undead disaster is still two hundred years away from being launched."
The undead natural disasters on the continent of Obistos are different from the natural disasters caused by the undead council. They are natural eruptions formed after the dead energy accumulated at the bottom of the continent reaches a certain level, just like a volcano with a periodic eruption pattern.
Metaphorically speaking, the Obisto subcontinent is a dead gas volcano. All humans live on the crater. However, the dead gas eruption is not as violent as lava. Ordinary humans rely on the protection of the strong and the protection of the gods.
It is still possible to survive. Of course, this is a real natural disaster caused by nature. The probability of ordinary humans surviving is still too low.
"Then I want this natural disaster to start two hundred years in advance," Barbossa said decisively. "We can unite and use our own power to activate the death energy accumulated in the ground, so that the natural disaster can break out in advance."
"You're crazy!" Hearing Barbossa's request, the dragon lich cursed, turned around, and prepared to leave. This was purely a thankless task. If you really did this kind of thing, it would be the same as living in Orbis.
If the forces in charge are working against each other, trouble will inevitably arise. They are just full of food.
"If you help me, I hereby swear to withdraw from the competition for the Speaker of the Parliament this time." Seeing the undead preparing to leave, Barbossa threw out the trump card he had prepared. Anyway, being disturbed by Muria, he
There is basically no hope, but these guys don’t know!
As soon as this soul voice came out, the undead who were about to leave paused, turned their heads, and looked at Barbosa in disbelief.
"Something went wrong in the experiment? So I went crazy."
"After living for tens of thousands of years, has this guy finally made himself crazy?"
"What happened?"
All the undead feel that there is something wrong with Barbossa's brain. With the current form of the Undead Parliament, the possibility of Barbossa becoming the next speaker is extremely high, and there are few beings who can compete with him.
But what did they hear? The most powerful competitor to be the next Speaker of the Undead Parliament actually said that he would give up his right to compete. Isn't this crazy? As the Speaker of the Parliament, who doesn't know how many resources can be mobilized?
?As long as you become the parliament president, the chance of becoming an epic will be increased by 20%.
"Barbossa, everything you said is true. Didn't you come to deceive us?"
"Do you think I'm joking?" Barbossa asked unceremoniously. They were all a group of scum that he had treated before, but if they united, they could beat themselves up.
"What have you experienced? Barbossa, you are so angry that you are willing to pay such a high price and launch a natural disaster of the undead to take revenge." The mummy, covered with withered yellow bandages and surrounded by countless death auras, looked at Barbossa.
Bosa, "Did those gods of death plot against you?"
"It has nothing to do with you, just tell me if you are willing to help me launch this undead disaster in advance." The voice of Barbossa's soul is extremely cold, and the bone-chilling killing intent in it is clear to all undead.
He felt it clearly, "If you agree, I will make an oath now."
"I agree, of course I agree. With so many colleagues here, if something happens, we will all bear it together. What are we afraid of?" The demigod lich who just asked the question laughed strangely. Every time the Obisto subcontinent erupts naturally, it will die.
The undead natural disaster caused by Qi is a carnival feast for the undead. In the death Qi, they can slaughter living creatures and devour living souls at will.
"Very good, you should swear an oath first!"
"Why didn't you swear first?" Dracolich asked in a playful tone.
"Huh, I made an oath first, and if you go back on it, if you guys unite, I can't do anything to you. And with so many of you together, are you still afraid that I will go back on my promise?" Barbossa asked.
"That's true. Let's all swear together. If anyone dares to cheat, don't blame me for being rude."
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"Your Highness, this is your dragon." In the meeting hall of the Wind King's Castle, a red archbishop reported respectfully.
A few months ago, Muria came to the Obisto subcontinent and entrusted the Church of the Good God to help him find the five-color dragon, and these believers of the gods also tried their best to help Muria collect information.
But when they were sorting out the information on the five-colored dragons and sending them to Sinapus, Muria happened to be leading two blazing gods in the Crypt of the Dead.
However, this did not delay the search for dragons. After all, Muria was not the only one who knew the lost dragons. Cynthia and Jessica quickly identified which of their lost companions were from the albums sent by the priests.
Therefore, there was no need for Sinapus to send manpower at all. Just to establish a good relationship with Muria, these Good God Church spontaneously formed a team to capture the six exiled dragons alive and then sent them to Muria.
before.
Because these six dragons are not just guys waiting to die. Over the past half a hundred years, these six dragons have developed a lot of power together. Therefore, the local Good God Church spent some time mobilizing its forces, and then carried out
It took several large-scale wars to defeat their growing power, and then captured them up to Sinapus, which is the scene Muria sees now.
Six pitiful five-color dragons were tied tightly with chains. Originally, these six guys were frightened, thinking that this group of humans suddenly attacked them and wanted to do something to them. But when they saw this group of humans leading
Wearing a flattering smile, they became excited after entering Xinapus, because they saw many familiar dragons. After seeing Muria, these guys went crazy, and their backer came.
After going through hardships in the world, they know what the golden dragon and titan mean? This is a rare thigh and a super backer. Haven't you seen that the eyes of these priests with their eyes raised to the sky are different when they look at them?
"Muria, you have to help me take revenge. These humans beat us so badly!" Seeing Muria turn his attention to them, the leading little black dragon shouted loudly.
To be honest, he was very resentful towards these humans. All the power he had worked so hard to build and accumulate were wiped out by these humans, and decades of hard work were burned. No one would be able to feel at ease if it were anyone else!