Chapter 205, the old capital is in chaos

I hid it, only Shadow knew. It's not right, but we don't have a choice, we can't be trusted. - Overseer, Chief, Secondary.

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It's an elven ruin.

The buildings made of white stone are still strong even after thousands of years, and the patterns, murals, arches, and pavilions carved by the elven craftsmen are all very artistic......

Speaking of human words: I can't understand it, some are fine, and some have spicy eyes. We don't understand the world of artists, let alone alien artists.

After all, it's just a ruined city, and if it weren't for the Alliance's need for a headquarters that everyone can accept, this would still be in ruins!

Starfall, disguised as a human, grinned, leaning back on a tree branch to examine the city. The city in the forest, which should have been lonely, was unexpectedly full of people at this time. The movement of a large number of people and materials, the proximity of a large number of displaced people and refugees, and the arrival of many timid merchants, nobles, and rich peasants with their families - after all, the Alliance headquarters is always safer, right?

The hundred-year-old tree is tall and stout, releasing a fresh but decaying smell. In the distance, you can see the hill behind the palace of the Alliance headquarters, and the cloudy black protection on it, which is the goal of the Star Death.

"Mausoleum...... The elven era, the ancient kingdom, and the imperial tombs of many subsequent kingdoms, hehe, the title I chose the Tombs of the Kings, which is suitable for this kind of place. ”

"The only trouble is...... Tsk, it's a problem that I'm not strong enough, do you want to mutate again......"

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Death gave up that crazy idea for the time being, and the crazy thought was suppressed for the time being, so let's sneak into a wave to see the situation first, and by the way, let's cause something to come out.

"Well, I don't seem to need to do anything in particular, existence itself causes the concept of death to rise...... Alas, how good it is for the fanatics to be here. ”

Stardeath maintained a mimicry and snatched the clothes of a group of homeless people nearby, disguising himself as a dirty refugee, and of course pulling up a small group of undead by the way. He controlled these undead to hide in the mountains and forests, and his current location could not be revealed, but he could have made preparations in advance to destroy this place.

The appearance is condensed with ghoul skin, and it looks oily and slippery, which is quite different from the appearance of a refugee, but there is nothing King Meow can do, he must cover his death with the strong vitality of human flesh, otherwise he will be seen through at a glance, right?

He had specially prepared more than a dozen different pieces of this oil coat as a backup for disguise, but now it seems that there is no need for it......

"There are no particularly strong people in the perception range, and the most dangerous place is the mausoleum. There are no strong people in the main hall of the alliance...... Hmm? It seems like I can just take out the headquarters here. ”

The alliance of the Northland is a regional alliance composed of various kingdoms and urban kingdoms, and as a national power, there are naturally many contradictions between them, and there is no particularly strong leader, so the elven ruins with their headquarters in the barren land are set up. Even the position of the commander-in-chief of the Golden Princesses was barely ascended to the position thanks to the coordination of the overseers and the abrupt rescue of the adventure group.

This headquarters is also a nominal headquarters, and all kinds of materials circulate here, but unexpectedly there are no strong people guarding it, stupid?

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“...... Phew, is it because the undead don't need supplies, so instead of staying in the rear to defend, why don't they all be sent to the front line?"

The lich who changed his name to Days has spent almost half a month near the elven ruins, and he has basically figured out the size of the alliance, but he has no idea about his true goal, and it is extremely troublesome.

There is a lack of change in the things on the front line, and the star-dead remote control mummy looks at it and ignores that side, especially now that the black ashes are flying, it is completely possible to ignore that side and concentrate on investigating the things here.

Speaking of which, during the interrogation of the kobold military division, Krollo conducted a complex and thorough reconnaissance of the opponent's camp, and according to the feedback of the results, the opponent's middle and high-level combat effectiveness is indeed higher than that of the undead. Although there are more than six demigods on the undead side, if those overseers fight hard, they will definitely lose. The other party has countless ways to retreat, and if you fail once before the last good meal, you will be completely behind......

So, overall, the black and gray seem to be slowing down our military momentum, but it is more about helping me stall for time and giving me a chance to find a chance to turn the tables around.

"Unfortunately, I haven't found the key to ......"

With a lantern in one hand, Days walked in the direction of the mausoleum hill in the dark night, and used the aura to wash the darkness of the mausoleum's surface, causing a fluctuation but no effect, and he did not feel a significant weakening.

It seems that you can only go through the main entrance......

Days had a headache, the iron door in front of him looked like a door forged from ordinary black iron, but it was indestructible under the protection, at least the lich tried many of his own attack spells, and the effect was mediocre......

"After all, I'm a necromancer, and I can't rub meteors like the plastic energy system, nor can I disintegrate matter and split energy, and auxiliary spells are limited to souls and curses, unfortunately. ”

"It's not good to ask someone for help. ”

"How many distortions? This is not good, my sanity has been offline for a long time. ”

Days pressed his forehead in some pain, and the delicate and complex bee prints flickered, locking his sanity, so that it would not be lost and maintained steadily. At least persevere until the end, hoping that the fruits of the distribution will free me from the state of demigods. Lingdu eBook

The slightly cold fingers caressed the colder iron door, and the patterns on it were completely incomprehensible, even if he had gone out of his way to study the history of the Moon Elf Clan.

"This part is understandable, and the other part is not. What does the human face mask look like in the center...... There are also messy scratches and rubbing marks on it, which seem to have been corrected many times......"

“......”

Star Death has tried a lot of methods, and there is only one trick left for now......

The lich took a deep breath with its rotten lungs, and the demigod's divine power magnified the effect of the action, gathering not only the airflow, but also the energy and soul. Based on the special terrain here, it is equivalent to the innate ritual core, and the best place to cast spells for necromancy.

Spiritualism!

And it's a multi-conjuring spirit spanning thousands of years!

"Soul sifting, craftsman...... Time modified, after the Millennium War...... The target is locked, and the iron door in front of you ...... Conjuring, begin. ”

The skin of the lich's whole body began to peel off, and the rich death qi formed a storm around him, and the remnants of the souls that were lost here were forcibly gathered, and the lich infused them with death faith, forcibly transforming their own believers, allowing them to enter their own realm, and robbing the information!

The lich's eyes were empty, and a stream of light appeared and flickered in front of his eyes, and afterimage-like floating fragments were formed, and the lich took advantage of his sanity to analyze the information while he was online:

Elves, patterns, the name left behind Ficor, the spell opens the door, buried in the ruins, the elven ruins on the east side;

The fierce dynasty, the transformation of the remnant emperor, the underground underground dungeon;

Blade Father's Castle, Lookout Lighthouse......

Valley of Dragons, the banished dragon......

"What the hell is this?"

The Lich recalls the elaborate elven architecture, the dark and spiky style of the Fierce Dynasty, the Blade Realm in front of the castle gates filled with the constant sound of blades, fires, and irons, and the scaleless white dragon (not His!) in the middle of the forest.

The lich thought about it with his non-existent mind, turned around and smashed his skin in anger, teleported back to the elven ruins, ignored the field where the energy had been greatly drained, and left with a destructive aura that he didn't care about, preparing for the third aberration.

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After a moment, the old professor repeatedly confirmed that the divine power reaction here was gone before jumping over, and he did not rush to check the black iron gate of the mausoleum.

The old man sneered twice: "The creeper hiding in the darkness will probably only appear at this time. ”

The thin hand reached out, tore open the curtain of shadows, and lightning, psychic shock, soul paralysis, and dragon grip were blessed on his hand at the same time, and with a single blow subdued the believer hidden in the shadows, pulling him out of the darkness: "Is there anything to quibble?

"I ......"

The believer dressed as an assassin only said a word or a word, and a black flame erupted from the inside out, as if it had been hit by an implosion technique, and he instantly stepped into death, assimilated by the remaining death faith around him.

"Gan!"

The old professor took a sip very ungracefully, feeling a hundred thousand discomforts with the "secret and skeptical believers". The blackest believers are mainly assassins, conspirators, and behind-the-scenes, each of whom is a guy with a good mouth and ears, and the most annoying thing is that this group of guys are cursed with secrets, and once there is a willingness to leak secrets, not only the will, but even the possible situation will be cursed to death, and the specific situation is to be imploded by the black flame.

An incredibly bad god, compared to Him, the true red, the dark blue, and the verdant are simply good people.

The old professor wasn't even very willing to call him by his black name, the name of a god who was good at cursing was dangerous even to call him. This "secret", even the blackest name is very fake.

"That guy, why is he here?"

After dealing with the peepers, the old professor finally had time to look at the iron door, and what was inside it.

"A door that has been transformed many times, a broken seal that needs to be opened every blockade, hey, this technique is very stable, and the effect is very powerful even now...... Oh, I see, the blessing of the heroic souls of kings...... Is His purpose to awaken the souls of kings?"

The old professor deserved to be the most knowledgeable mage in the native world, and he could comprehend the scattered information that the lich had to comprehend with great effort to conjure spirits. But he still didn't understand the lich's purpose.

"Hmm...... Didn't he know that the souls of the kings had long since been erased by the divine power of the seven gods? ”

The old professor touched his beard, well, I've been too busy lately, and I need to wax my beard for maintenance!