"It's so cold......"

Shi curled up his body, as if that would free him from the cold.

The pierced left eye left only a deep darkness.

There, the place that leads to death......

The soldier tugged at the ground, feeling his fingers touch something.

Rough and well-defined......

Is it clothing?

Either way, he felt he needed something.

He tore hard in the dark.

Maybe he pulled it off, and he felt something more in his hands.

The soldier covered his left eye with the torn item.

It was empty, and he always felt a chill in his head.

Perhaps, the arrow that pierced his forehead took too much with it.

Now, the taxi can't remember much.

But there are some things that death can't take away......

He slowly raised his right hand.

There, a ring made of bronze was stuck there.

It was supposed to have a pair.

Even if it's simple, even if it's cheap.

But it should also be a couple......

And now, there is only one.

Whether it's a ring, or the person who wears it......

A trace of scarlet light gradually spread out in Shi's cold pupils!

The power of hatred lingered around his body like pale blue smoke!

It seemed to come to life, like a poisonous snake spitting apricots.

In a cold and dangerous hiss, the scarlet snake apricot glowed with some kind of vicious light.

"Shhh...... Hiss ......"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the scarlet snake apricot was suddenly grabbed by something!

In the stunned struggle, the pale blue smoke gradually sank.

Then the taxi heard someone talking:

"This is the form of hatred?"

"The ancestors of those long worms really have a wide ......"

The accent of the other party is very unfamiliar, and the taxi does not know the other party.

He slowly lifted his right eye, which was obstructed by filth and blood.

The cold marks of hatred left a hideous, dangerous mark near his right eye.

The soldier didn't care about that, he stared at the man with the only eyes he had left.

It was an old human man, with a kind face and a strong body.

It can be seen that at a young age, he should have been a formidable warrior.

And on his right hand, he carried a long staff.

This makes the identity of the other party a little blurred.

Archmage?

Or maybe it's just a simple passerby......

No, something suddenly occurred to the taxi.

He caressed his cheek, which had been "burned" by the cold power of hatred.

Mortal things can't bear such manic power, which is why such obvious scars appear on his face.

And how can it be an ordinary existence that can be easily controlled, or even suppressed?

"Are you asking me to let go of my hatred?"

The priest said in a hoarse, slightly murky voice.

He looked at the old man in front of him with his remaining right eye, as if asking something.

"Drop?"

"No ......"

After listening to the soldier's answer, the old man smiled.

Then he looked at the priest and said:

"I'll teach you how to smash those skeletons......"

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Clouds shrouded it, and a sound like muffled thunder could be heard faintly in the distant mountains. Old Friends Book House

"It's those crumbling canopies!"

Rossetti Job said as she stared viciously at the gray curtain in the sky.

War will strip away those soft and warm things as quickly as possible.

Once, Rossetti Job, who was evaluated as "gentle and elegant" in the academy.

Now, only the cheek that can vaguely see the water chestnut can be seen, proving his connection to the past.

He wants to leave the scum of their world here forever!

He was told that the scum was useless.

The negative energy that lingers in their bodies only defiles the earth and harms living beings.

So, Rossetti Job and the alchemists later developed the alchemy recipe based on the shells of the dregs.

But it didn't soothe the anger in his heart.

After completing the alchemy formula, he resolutely dropped out of the academy.

Only when the tip of the spear crushes the skulls of those scum.

His heart, which was so hot that it seemed to burn, could only be comforted.

His soldiers, unable to understand how their general conducted alchemical research in such a frenzied state.

As we all know, alchemy should be a sufficiently cold, rational, and rigorous skill.

But only Rossetti Job knows.

In those alchemical formulas, how to interpret the anger of a researcher with cold formulas.

He doesn't understand politics, and he doesn't want to understand the confrontation between the top and those chaotic forces.

All he knew was that the damned scum brought the plague and death!

Damn it!

"Whew!"

A boiling breath slammed on Rossetti Jobe's cheek.

The hoarfrost rising from the fog made his vision slightly dazed.

There are too many people on this land who are carrying things.

They dry up the earth, and let their wreckage enrich every piece of the earth!

It was the note that Rossetti Job had left next to that alchemical recipe.

He knew that the crumbs were hiding somewhere in the rolling hills.

Rossetti-Job doesn't know what they're trying to do.

But as long as he's alive, they can't do anything!

"March!"

Rossetti Job holds the flag high.

He was the first to ride a white horse and lead his retinue into the gloomy sky......

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In the rolling hills, it is cold and gloomy.

Rotten Heart-Ganrsov slowly raised his head, and everything became an unusually blurry in the cold sky.

In the distance, billowing black smoke was constantly billowing from the chimney-like building.

This thing is useless in the world of the dead.

But in the world of the living, it is strategically important.

As a lich, Rotten Heart-Gansov is not really good at intrigue.

It prefers to stay in its own labs on the lower plane.

But the conscription of the Great Lord is something it cannot refuse.

Moreover, the death and suffering caused by war can also provide a large amount of material for experiments, which are not very common.

All this is like a curtain slowly opening.

No one can stop it, no one is immune......

Rotten Heart-Ganso stared at the sky for a moment.

Now, it is in the heart of this human kingdom.

Soon, it will become one of the main fronts of the undead attack.

Rotten Heart-Ganso did not feel the weight of the so-called epic.

Its icy will tells it that it only means a fierce and dangerous backlash.

The will of the world, which is weak, is also the will of the world, and it is completely different from those worlds that are still dormant or in a state of chaos.

What's more, the world consciousness of this world is just a little immature......

Rotten Heart—Ganso reaches into his rotting body.

Then, roughly to the right or so of the chest, a cold fragment was removed.

It's the coordinate, it's the target.

And just as Rotten Heart-Ganso was about to activate the fragment, it suddenly sensed the breath of a living creature!

It turned its head slowly, and a cat-like object was looking at it curiously in the cold vision of the undead......