Shi curled up his body, as if this could free him from the coldness.
The left eye was penetrated, leaving only a deep darkness.
There is the place leading to death...
Shi was scratching on the ground, and he felt his fingers touch something.
Rough, with distinct fibers...
Is it clothes?
But anyway, Shi felt that he needed something.
He tore hard in the darkness.
Maybe after pulling it off, he felt something was attached to his hand.
The soldier covered his left eye with the torn thing.
The place was empty, which always made him feel a chill coming from his forehead.
Perhaps, the arrow that penetrated his forehead took away too much.
Now Shi can't remember many things.
But there are some things that even death cannot take away...
He slowly raised his right hand.
There, a ring made of bronze was stuck there.
It should have had a pair.
No matter how simple, no matter how cheap.
But it should be a pair...
But now, there is only one.
Whether it is a ring or the person wearing the ring...
A trace of scarlet light gradually spread in the soldier's cold pupils!
The power of hatred was like light blue smoke lingering around his body!
It seemed to come to life, like a poisonous snake spitting out apricots.
In the cold and dangerous hissing sound, the scarlet apricot glowed with a certain vicious light.
"Hiss...hiss..."
"hiss?"
Suddenly, the scarlet Shexing was suddenly grabbed by something!
Amid the stunned sounds of struggling, the light blue smoke gradually became immersed.
Then, Shi heard someone talking:
"The activation of hatred actually takes this form?"
"The ancestors of those long-worms are really rich..."
The other person's accent is very strange and I don't recognize him.
He slowly opened his right eye, which was obstructed by dirt and blood.
The cold traces of hatred left a ferocious and dangerous pattern near his right eye.
The scholar didn't care about this, he stared at the visitor with his remaining eyes.
It was an old human man with a kind face and a strong figure.
It can be seen that when he was young, he should have been a powerful warrior.
In his right hand, there is a long staff.
This makes the identity of the other party a little blurry.
Archmage?
Or just a simple passerby...
No, Shi suddenly thought of something.
He stroked his cheek that was "burned" by the cold power of hatred.
Mortal objects cannot bear such manic power, so there are such obvious scars on his face.
And how can an existence that can easily control or even suppress it be an ordinary existence?
"Do you want me to put down my hatred?"
Shi said in a hoarse, slightly noisy voice.
He looked at the old man in front of him with his remaining right eye, as if asking something.
"lay down?"
"No……"
After hearing the scholar's answer, the old man smiled.
Then, he looked at Shi and said:
"I'll teach you how to smash those bones..."
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The clouds were shrouded, and a sound like muffled thunder could be heard faintly from the mountains in the distance.
"It's those miscellaneous canopies!"
Rossetti Job said, staring evilly at the gray curtain in the sky.
War will strip away those soft and tender things as quickly as possible.
Once upon a time, Rossetti-Job was rated as "gentle and elegant" by others in the academy.
Nowadays, only the cheek that can vaguely see the water chestnut remains, proving his connection with the past.
He wants to keep the scum that invaded their world here forever!
He was told that the scum was useless.
The negative energy lingering in their bodies will only pollute the earth and harm living beings.
Therefore, Rossetti-Job and the alchemists later developed an alchemical formula using the shells of those dregs as raw materials.
But it didn't ease the anger in his heart at all.
After completing the alchemical formula, he resolutely dropped out of the academy.
Only when the tip of the spear crushes the skulls of those scum.
Only then could his heart, which was so hot as if it was about to burn, get some comfort.
His soldiers could not understand how their general could conduct alchemical research in such a manic state.
As we all know, alchemy should be a cold, rational and rigorous skill.
But only Rossetti-Job knew.
In those alchemical recipes, how to use cold formulas to interpret the anger of being a researcher.
He doesn't understand politics, and he doesn't want to understand the confrontation between high-level officials and those chaotic forces.
He only knew that those damn scum brought plague and death!
They deserve to die!
"call!"
A hot breath, like boiling, hit Rossetti Job's cheek.
The white frost rising from the mist made his vision slightly blurry.
On this land, there are too many people carrying things on their backs.
They depleted the earth, so let their remains fertilize every piece of earth!
That was the note Rossetti Job left next to the alchemical recipe.
He knew that those bastards were hiding somewhere in the rolling hills.
Rossetti-Job didn't know what they wanted to do.
But as long as he is alive, they can do nothing!
"march!"
Rossetti-Job holds the flag high.
He took the lead in riding a white horse and led his followers into the cold sky...
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Amidst the rolling hills, the air is filled with coldness.
Heart of Rot - Ganersov slowly raised his head, and everything in the cold sky became extremely blurry.
In the distance, an evil building like a chimney is constantly puffing out billowing black smoke.
This thing is useless in the world of the dead.
But in the world of the living, it is a strategically important building.
As a lich, Rotten Heart Ganersov is actually not good at conspiracy.
It is more interested in staying in its laboratory in the lower plane.
But the great lord's call was something it couldn't refuse.
Moreover, the death and pain caused by war can also provide a large amount of experimental materials that are not very common.
All this is like a curtain slowly opening.
No one can stop it, no one can be spared...
Heart of Rot - Gan'erthor stared at the sky for a moment.
Now, it is in the heart of this human kingdom.
And soon, this place will become one of the main positions for the undead to attack.
Heart of Rot - Ganersuo did not feel the so-called epic weight.
Its cold will tells it that this can only mean a fierce and dangerous rebound.
Even the weakest will of the world is still the will of the world, which is completely different from those worlds that are still in a state of slumber or chaos.
What's more, the world consciousness of this world is just a little immature...
Heart of Rot - Ganerso reaches into his rotting body.
Then, he took out a cold fragment from a position roughly around the chest.
It is a coordinate and a target point.
And just when the Heart of Rot - Ganersuo was about to activate this fragment, it suddenly sensed the breath of a living creature!
It slowly turned its head, and in the cold vision of the undead, a cat-like thing was looking at it curiously...