Moments of leisure and happiness are always so short-lived, and when Warrent's carriage finally arrives in King's Landing, Zhang Cheng knows that he has to say goodbye to the world.

He didn't say goodbye to anyone, just came to the predetermined place alone, and while enjoying the beautiful sunset by the sea, he asked without looking back: "How is it, have you made a decision?"

"Of course! This world is very suitable for me, and I choose to stay. Warrente touched the short gray whisker on his chin and replied in the affirmative without thinking.

"In that case, let's close the deal. As he spoke, Zhang Cheng quickly touched the spatial coordinates used for positioning, then took out a bottle of potion with a silver glow, raised his head and poured it directly.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth began to spurt blood non-stop.

Obviously, this cloned body will completely collapse and die in a minute or two at most.

Warrent undoubtedly met the impending death, and hurriedly said at great speed: "The fourth seal is in the depths of the desert more than five hundred kilometers outside Cairo, the capital of Egypt. As for the key, it is the scepter of Anubis, the god of death, in your hand. ”

"Pyramid of Osiris......?

Before swallowing his last breath, a hint of clarity flashed in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and then he fell to the ground with a thud, and his entire body quickly melted, turning into a puddle of unknown liquid, which disappeared without a trace as the waves melted into the seawater.

......

At the same time, far away in the ice and snow of the Far North, a note suddenly appeared in the hand of the death knight Shuma.

After reading the contents, he immediately sneered and instructed the necromancer who was studying the structure of the strange ghost day and night, "Tell our strikers!

"Now?" the necromancer led by the leader instantly had a piercing chill in his eyes.

"Yes, now. Also, prepare more portraits. We're going to let those humans know that if they don't hand over this guy called Warrent, their world will never be at peace. ”

The words just fell!

Shuma jumped on the back of the dragon and soared into the air, skimming the endless snow of the Northlands, unabashedly wielding her terrifying magic sword, slaughtering villages and cities all the way, transforming thousands of people into necromancers, and frantically attacking the surrounding area indiscriminately, far more frenzied than Arthas Minehir, the "First Filial Son of Azeroth".

By the time he arrived at the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, the city was under total martial law, and the walls were filled with huge crossbows that the scholars had painstakingly built, waiting for an order to knock this legendary demon down from the sky.

"Ahh A sarcastic smile appeared on Shuma's stiff face.

Perhaps for the dragons of this world, these sharp and huge arrows can do a lot of damage, but for the necromancy, even if it is pierced through, the wound will heal automatically as soon as it is pulled out.

With the ability of negative energy to repair the body, physical attacks are never a big problem, and there is only one thing that can really make the dead fearful, and that is pure magic and energy attacks.

In particular, extreme forms of high temperature and high heat, such as positive energy, flames, and lightning, are the most likely to cause wounds that are difficult to repair.

"Who are you? Why are you slaughtering civilians and turning them into monsters? A heavily armed guard of the Guards on the city wall asked loudly at the top of his voice.

He didn't need to ask to know that he was asking questions for Daenerys and the ministers of the Imperial Council.

After all, the other party has hardly communicated with each other since he appeared, and he also doesn't feel a little bit of reason at all, and the only thing he does is to slaughter, and he seems to be crazy to slaughter every living person he sees.

Eventually, cities and villages were in ruins, and the corpses of those who had been resurrected from the dead were constantly roaming around like ghosts, and all the spies who dared to approach were besieged without exception, and less than one in ten escaped alive to report the situation.

After the Targaryens unified the continent, no war was ever fought to such a tragic level, and no life was spared.

"My name is Shuma, the Necromantic Sovereign, the commander of millions of armies of the undead, and now I have to inform you of one thing, hand over a man named Warrent, or I and my army will attack and kill all of you alive. "The Death Knight sat on the back of the dragon and condescendingly issued an ultimatum.

"Warrent?" Daenerys, who was hiding behind the city walls, subconsciously frowned, turned around and asked the surrounding ministers, "Who of you knows who this Warrente is?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I haven't heard of it. ”

"Me too!"

......

All of a sudden, these nobles from famous families kept shaking their heads, saying that they had never heard of this name.

But before they could discuss the famous results, Shuma immediately took out a piece of parchment with a magical image from his bosom and threw it down from mid-air: "Take it! Here is his portrait! I'll give you a year." If, within a year, he has not been delivered to me, I will take it as a signal for war. Believe me, with your ridiculous army, you won't be able to hold out for even a month. ”

With that, the Dragon of Death immediately climbed into the air and flew straight north, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

There is no need to ask, knowing that such a huge move is naturally impossible to hide from the residents of King's Landing, and in just a few hours, everyone knows that there is a terrifying army of death north of the Great Wall of Desperation, and if the conditions they put forward cannot be met, the lives of the entire world will be slaughtered.

To survive!

To live!

Whether it is the nobles, the commoners, the mercenaries, or the beggars who have no food and clothing, they are all crazy and looking for Warrent.

The Imperial Council even offered a huge reward of 10,000 gold dragons!

Looking at the people on the street with green eyes in their eyes, Warrent, who was hiding in the secret passage, shuddered involuntarily, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Damn! I knew! I knew! That guy must have no good intentions when he left so simply. Sure enough, he still didn't plan to let me go. This dark-hearted madman! Who does he think he is? Am I his dog?"

But unfortunately, no amount of swearing can change the current bad situation.

Because the portrait that Shuma left behind was not an ordinary hand-drawn picture, but a magical portrait, and no matter what he disguised himself, the figure in the portrait would immediately change with it.