Riding the Great Eagle, in just half a day, Ling Qi's Necromantic Monarch clone has already arrived at Pinas Green in Gondor. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As soon as the eagle hit the ground, it staggered and fell, as if overwhelmed, and as if it had lost its strength, and it was almost unsteady on its feet.

With its huge body size with a wingspan of nearly 28 meters, this kind of endurance is really disappointing.

After the clanging sound, Ling Qi's Necromantic Monarch clone rolled steadily to the ground.

He looked at his surroundings, and in his eyes he saw beautiful natural scenery, but in his eyes he was full of majestic resentment.

Ling Qi nodded, glad that this was the magic plane.

If it was a modern supernatural city, such a strong resentment and ferocity might not be able to suppress it.

There are also many kinds of dead energy, and the Necromantic King's favorite is the naturally precipitated sleeping qi, that is, the twilight qi, not the fierce qi and evil qi, of course, this is not much different in the magic world, it is all negative energy.

Waving his hand to signal the giant eagle to move freely, Ling Qi walked quickly in a certain direction.

As he stepped on a carpet of almost bloody mud to a freshly killed slaughterhouse, Godzilla was roaring wildly and eating.

Ling Qi frowned, and his heart suddenly felt a little depressed.

Godzilla has become what he is now, and it is really not what he wanted.

But this is the decision of the subject, and he can't refute it. It is not the difference between master and slave, the two are one, and there is no subordinate relationship between the necromantic king and the subject. But this means that it is also his own decision, even if it will cause problems afterwards.

Sensing the arrival of its master, the frantic steel beast suddenly crawled on the ground obediently, wagging its tail like a puppy at the little thing that could be stepped on with one foot and begging for mercy.

Ling Qi ignored it at first, because it was still a little complicated emotionally.

Feeling the wail of nameless souls in the air, he silently called out to the will of the dead.

Of course, there are no skeletons crawling out of things that have become minced meat or feces. But in the air that seemed gloomy to the naked eye, there was indeed a wail that could be heard by mortals getting louder and louder.

One after another of the spirits appeared, and it only stopped when the total number exceeded fifty. These resentful spirits wailed, looking twisted and painful, looking at the eyes of the steel beast, also full of resentment, but they had to follow their instincts and worship Ling Qi in unison.

Just like the king's ability to call on his people, Ling Qi was extremely excited, and every time he used it, he felt a special pleasure, as if the destiny of heaven was added to my yellow robe.

Now he looked at the resentful spirit that only carried pain, but he couldn't get happy.

There are more than 50 unjust souls that can be transformed into undead souls, but how many are the real dead? 500 to 1,000?

Ling Qi didn't know how many lives he had on his hands, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was full of evil. But he never felt guilty, because he had a firm goal, because he was worthy of his heart.

Now he has a little doubt, is this still the same person he used to be?

The voice of doubt was quickly interrupted by Godzilla's low roar, and Ling Qi immediately reacted, knowing that this was due to the conflict between the ontological assertiveness and the free will of the clone, which carried most of Ling Qi's perceptual clones, and after the fact, often had a kind of doubt and denial of the self.

It's not some kind of mental awareness, it's just a demonic obstacle!

The Necromantic King figured this out, smiled, and strode over to Godzilla. The floating and dark blue or grey spirits scattered to make a way, including the skies he passed.

Ling Qi came to the giant beast and patted it on the head.

With the size of the Necromantic King, he could barely reach the top of his head when he reached out.

The current giant beast is the real giant beast, and if you open your mouth, you can stuff three or four living people, and when you stand up, it will be a high-rise building.

"Are you having a good time?"

Ling Qi tore off a piece of fresh flesh from the thin scales between Godzilla's mouth, and after throwing it away casually, he asked lightly.

Godzilla opened her huge eyes and looked at him suspiciously, obviously unable to understand this simple question.

"You're still happy with so much food, aren't you?"

Ling Qi muttered to himself, but what he thought of was the idea of ontology, his distrust of intelligent beings, which was the same for him.

Godzilla's previous attempt to betray was not a blow to him at all.

However, when he found a way to control the beast again, before allowing it to gain full spiritual intelligence and erase his spirituality, Ling Qi did not hesitate to choose the latter.

If it were Ling Qi from the past, he would probably choose the former.

The Necromantic King clone didn't make any judgment on this decision, as that's what he thought then. It has also been proven that Godzilla, who has lost his free will, has become stronger and more obedient than before, which is more convincing than anything else.

"Let's go, we still have an old friend who is making his last efforts, I really don't want to destroy his confidence so early!"

Ling Qi muttered to himself, he also knew that it was difficult for Godzilla to communicate with him now, and he could only understand some simple commands, such as going left and right, or staying in a fixed place.

The giant beast stood up carrying the Necromantic King, and Ling Qi motioned for the surrounding spirits to disperse, finding a place to hide from the growing sunlight.

Without his lifeless shroud, it was impossible for these resentful spirits to survive in the scorching sun for more than an hour without special treatment.

Ling Qi held the raised horns on Godzilla's head, now it looked more like a meat bun, uglier than before, but it was pregnant with good power, and it would be a good weapon in the future.

He didn't care about the flesh under his feet and the rancid smell of the beasts, he used to be more concerned about this aspect when he rode Godzilla as long as the conditions permitted, but now it's completely different.

After a few steps, the beast began to run wildly towards the southeast, aiming for the White City of Gondor.

When the news reached the ears of the young regent, he was probably very, very shocked.

Rohan, northwest of the Valley of the Holy Helm, is an endless spoiled grassland.

It was a natural barrier that separated the north and south of western Middle-earth.

The Rotten Meadows were once home to a group of Denlanders, who herded crows, a dangerous wild people who repeatedly harassed Rohan's borders.

Some time ago, I heard that the Denlanders on the steppe had been wiped out when they invaded Kalimdor, and the self-absorbed Rohan did not send an army to confirm the news, and the pressure in the Valley of the Holy Helmet was indeed much lighter than before, and he was never harassed by the savages again.

Many people speculate that the legendary General Eddie, because he had no worries, wanted to usurp the throne with a meager body, which eventually led to the defeat and capture, and it is said that the final trial will be held publicly in the next few days, and he will probably be hanged.

The new general of the Valley of the Holy Helmet is the nephew of the emperor, named Mosanto, who is said to be very talented, has always been by the emperor's side before, and is one of the most powerful heirs to the throne other than the princess.

On the city walls, this young man, who was both majestic and steady, began to inspect his new territory again, and for the third time today, he still enjoyed it.

Mosanto was pleased with the deference of the new army, and everyone who saw him saluted respectfully, and of course he was even more satisfied with the old emperor's recent extraordinarily important use of him, which was a political signal.

Then, accompanied by his staff member Glenn, the young man climbed the outermost wall of the Sacred Helmet Valley.

Looking at the Guangfu Forest in the distance, outside the forest was the rotten grassland, the young man subconsciously looked back at the soldiers who were training in full swing, glanced at the staff behind him with their hands down, and suddenly had a feeling of being civil and military and full-fledged.

The young man is not good at military affairs, although his personal strength is very good, but this does not mean the art of command, his main talent is the political sense of smell, fortunately he has a staff who knows almost everything.

"Glenn, you seem to have a son named Glimard, a very clever little fellow!"

The young man suddenly asked, and the staff was stunned for a moment, and replied respectfully:

"Yes, Your Highness, I was born last spring, and I am not yet a year old. ”

Glenn's serious expression softened a rare amount as he spoke, and this scene was immediately judged in the eyes of the young man.

Where can a child under the age of one see anything, but what parent does not want to hear good things about their children?

"Well, then, in the future, he may be called Qiaoyan, Grima Qiaoyan, how about it! I hope that he can inherit your talent and become a good scholar like you. ”

When Glenn heard this, although he didn't like Qiaoyan's statement, he preferred that his children would be crowned nobles with real power in the future, or the real rulers, rather than the staff and favored ministers who relied on their mouths to eat like him, and of course they could only nod their heads again and again at this time.

The young man said no more, he was not the kind of person who liked to be close to his subordinates. It's just that this staff, who has always been very capable, has just been a little arrogant and has the title of "His Highness", which makes him very happy, so he has a sense of closeness and expresses his willingness to care for his next generation.

As for "Your Highness"...

In the past, he would never have dared to have such ambitions, and now...

"Ahh

The slightly flustered voice of the staff woke up the young man's YY, he frowned, and suddenly felt three points of dissatisfaction, hesitating whether to overweight this person's trust, so that he could not even remember the most basic qualities of the staff.

Then, he followed the staff's line of sight and was momentarily stunned!

What did he see? He saw a dense black tide! The color of steel had almost replaced the original color of the sparse forest!

That's an army of orcs!

"What?!What did you say?!The orcs invaded Rohan?The monsters of Pinas Green are coming towards the White City?"

The young Lord Regent kicked the messenger over, and he roared in a thunderous rage, his eyes red.

Since receiving the news that his father was tired and dying next to the case, it was the first time he had lost his temper in front of people!

The people around him did not dare to move, let alone persuade him, including the queen, who had an only son, and the princess, who had been extremely favored recently.

Seeing this, Gandalf exchanged glances with another blue robe, and reluctantly said:

"Lord Regent, you should make arrangements now, instead of scurrying around like a fly without a head!"

Hearing the sarcastic voice of the Hong Zhong Dalu, the young regent's forehead was obviously protruding, and his red eyes turned to the old man in white robe and long beard.