Alucardo, who was able to be recommended by the Dark Council as one of the candidates for the Lich King, is impeccable in terms of personal strength, mastery of troops, and personal talent.

In fact, Alucardo, who has always boasted of being the most perfectly evolved undead. In Alucardo's eyes, the existence that is infinitely close to the appearance of a human being, but has the long lifespan of the undead, is the closest to the god.

Alucardo is strong because he has never taken any enemy lightly, even the weakest, and he will give it his all. In his eyes, there is no distinction between strength and weakness, only stupidity and wit. It's as if even the most brave knight will fall under the sneak attack of an insignificant thief's crossbow, which is a reason. Strength and weakness are not as obvious as imagined, sometimes, wisdom is better than force, and what can be solved with wisdom, Alucardo has never disdained to solve it by force, which is the biggest difference between him and Ares.

As for Vantikna, Alucardo sighed helplessly, to be precise, for the undead, there is no obvious gender distinction at all, it is all a form of existence, if she can evolve more perfectly, even if she was a women's clothing boss before she fell, Alucardo will not mind, the only thing he cares about is whether the other party is perfect, not the other party's past, who hasn't passed?

Shaking his head vigorously, Alucardo waved the bewitching figure of Vantikena out of his head, at this time, thinking about something inconsequential is fatal. Even if the other party is just a group of tribal races that he can slaughter with his own hands, he will not take it lightly, how many undead have fallen under the iron hooves of the Temple of Light just because of their blind arrogance and self-righteousness? The undead can devour the living beings, can devour the undead, to obtain almost inexhaustible life and power, however, all things are mutually reinforcing, and light is like the nemesis of darkness, whether from spells or tactics, the Temple of Light is good at defending and counterattacking, while the Temple of Darkness is better at lightning raids, it cannot be said which is stronger or weaker, it can only be said that at a specific time, a specific place, special results will occur.

Gently stepping over the thin vine silk, Alucardo walked cautiously on the ground where the fallen leaves had been deposited, without making a sound. And his near-perfect body completely hides the aura of the undead, and even orcs with a good sense of smell can't detect anything strange through the smell, which is why Alucardor came to investigate it himself.

As he went deeper into the jungle, there was a faint commotion in Alucardo's ears, as well as the sound of clanging smashing wooden stakes, and Alucado couldn't help but be frightened, what are these tribal races going to do?

It is not a decision that ordinary people can make to give up the habitat where they still live and move their races, and more importantly, all the races have migrated, and the migration is so thorough, as if there is no nostalgia at all. According to the fighting power of the undead, it is completely possible to completely end the tribal race at one time, and the reason why it is not done is because what the undead need is to let the tribal race slowly die in despair, and watch their own people being slaughtered and angry, unwilling, and crazy! Only such a soul will be more likely to be tempted, more likely to fall, and will become a powerful undead.

But now, the tribe was scared, but not desperate, and fled, and Alucado had a feeling of depression that was deliberately punched in the air. However, there was only such a large area in the vicinity, and Alucardo really couldn't think of how the races, which were usually separated by each other, could suddenly unite together. Still, it's better, Alucado smiled, there is nothing more unwilling, angry and desperate than after hope is dashed.

Alucardo was careful, but not slow, and it didn't take long for him to spot the stump of the freshly cut down tree in front of him, and suddenly he was short, hiding behind a bush, and looking into the distance through the dead branches.

The village that had been destroyed by the Lich and the dragon was now completely razed to the ground, and the surrounding trees, centered on the banks of the Calvin River, were cut down in a semicircle towards the jungle. Sturdy trolls, wielding heavy hammers, thump stumps into the river; The light elves, pulling ropes and jumping on the stumps, tied the stumps together along the river; Centaur Warrior ...... Pulling a cart?

Alucado suddenly felt that his brain was a little insufficient, what was this? It was impossible to imagine how three different races could be united in unison, and what they did alone made Alucado even puzzled. Wait, those slim people who keep wandering on the riverbank, isn't this Medusa? How could they be involved here? It is not an exaggeration to say that Medusa is the public enemy of the three races.

Along the banks of the river, rows of stout wooden stakes were driven into the bottom of the river, the stumps were tightly tied together by ropes, and the Centaur warriors were willing to pull cartloads of gravel and mud behind the stakes, and from time to time some strange mineral dust was added to them. Alucado looked in disbelief at the mineral powder that quickly fused the sediment together and became hard when it met the water, could it ...... It's building...... Dam?

Immediately, Alucardo waved the ridiculous thought out of his head. It would be forgivable if these races temporarily united together to survive the difficult times because of the threat of the undead. It's just that what is the difference between this kind of fighting against the water and sending it to death? If they wanted to migrate to the north bank of the Calvin River and attach themselves to the edge of the sphere of influence of the Warcraft Mountain Range, they only needed to make a large number of rafts, so why waste so much manpower and material resources? Even building a pontoon bridge is less labor-intensive than building a, right? As for the construction of a seaport? It's not that Alucado hasn't thought about it, but that's an even more ridiculous idea, when did the Sea Clan allow the creatures of the continent to set foot in that forbidden land?

At this moment, a figure wearing black armor, snow-white skin on his upper arms and lower abdomen was exposed like spring snow, translucent pantyhose on his thighs, and his long black hair fluttering in the wind appeared in Alucardo's eyes. Alucado suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, if it weren't for the fact that he hadn't evolved his internal organs, at this moment, his heart had stopped.

Perfect! That was the only thought in Alucardo's mind. The aura on that girl's body was so familiar, and there was no flaw in that body, even Alucardo, who had always prided himself as the most perfect, couldn't help but be fascinated.

It's just that a short and fat creature with horns on its head, wings on its back, and a slender tail behind it ran to the girl's side flatteringly, not knowing what to hum and chirp, and was kicked away by the girl.

Looking at the trajectory of the meat ball, Alucado hurriedly lowered his body, and said secretly in his heart: "You can't see me, you can't see me......"