In the face of Sif's entanglement, not being single Zhou Zhi hurt himself with a headache, and even the three peak god-level heroes had a headache. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Some words are still difficult for Zhou to speak, but fortunately, Rudorf, who is not happy with people for a day, opened his mouth to relieve Zhou Zhen's injury.

"I said big niece! If you're gone, the nest will let the family take this thanks to this! If your aunt knows that you are capable of doing this, and if you can't keep it in a foreign land, he will come to you to settle the score! ”

If you want to talk about these three, Shifu Narudov is the most helpless. Whoever makes him more faceless than himself, if you dare to kick your nose in the face, he will dare to lift the table directly.

"If you don't go, you won't go, huh! But when you're done, lend him to me. ”

Like a little girl who didn't grow up, after Seve Joan made a nasal sound, she immediately turned around and pointed at Zhou to preach.

When he saw the three of them looking at each other, he just didn't speak. Sif ignored them, stamped his feet, and turned away.

Just when the three of them wanted to speak and stopped, not knowing how to explain to Zhou Xuanju, an uninvited guest came to the new battlefield where they were originally transferred.

"Life is impermanent, full of chaos, filth and pain. Death signifies tranquility, order, and eternal beauty. ”

Looking at the rows of corpses intertwined with each other in front of him, this mysterious man in a dark green cloak recited this philosophical sentence with a pilgrimage expression.

He waved the staff full of decay in his hand and recited an obscure incantation. In an instant, the sun was originally a sunny day, but the sun was obscured by dark clouds. A dark green aura appeared on this group of corpses that had died not long ago.

With the sound of "clicking", the original group of soldiers who died in battle were affected by the dark green death energy, and they all returned to the world with a dark green ghost fire in their eyes.

"Independence, independence!"

Looking at the stuttering army, barely shouting untidy slogans, the mysterious green-robed guest smiled with satisfaction.

"It's time to get rid of the stubborn, pedantic stuff of the Silver City-State!"

After muttering to himself, the necromancer opened his arms and embraced the cloud-obscured sun, and let out a long-suppressed rampant laugh from his mouth.

At the same time, the elves far away from the center of the continental storm also welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

Since ancient times, after the angels waged a religious war against the Faceless, the elves have undergone a catastrophic destruction. After that, they are scattered in dense forests. Little did they know this time that they were about to face a race war that would be even worse than it had been back then.

The elves were fighting none other than demons with the smell of sulfur and the flames of hell burning on their bodies.

"Damn, what race are these guys of? It's a monster made to kill! ”

"Don't complain, come and help me, I can't resist it, Byster!"

......

Soon after, when the Ranger General, who had been supported by the Elven King, arrived. It was found that the original forest had been completely reduced to a scorched earth. Countless elven corpses still maintain the expression of fear before they were alive.

In the face of the death of many compatriots, the angry ranger general raised the bow and arrow in his hand, raised his hand and shot several arrows into the sky, which was used to vent the anger in his heart. Since then, there has been an additional ranger general in the forest with the purpose of revenge.

At the same time, the dwarves, the natives far underground, are also frustrated by the failure of their duties.

"Those guys at the lava place seem to have traces of going out!"

"That's bad news, it looks like we should have prepared!"

As the king of the dwarves of our day, he is now assembling an army to deal with the world that is about to undergo great change.

Far away in the desert, the mages of the Seven Cities Federation, which is also not peaceful, are also troubled by internal problems.

"The shady guys, still subsided, but it's not normal. It seems that we are going to strengthen the supervisors, this group of unscrupulous guys, who knows what conspiracy they are planning? ”

An old man dressed in an astrological suit and holding a blue magic book in his left hand reminded him solemnly.

"Although the clothes on those people are more smelly than sewer rats, their strength is really shocking!"

A mage, whose hair was flaming red between his eyebrows and most of his face was burned by the flames, let out his exclamation at the Council of the Round Table.

"Those guys, they're blasphemers! They all deserve to be hanged en masse! ”

The one who spoke was the first to police Yingzhou, a member of the Blind Brotherhood. However, from his attitude towards necromancers, it is not difficult to see that they hate villains who are human beings and desecrate the bodies and souls of the dead more than demons.

Of course, the capital of the Hell Forces, which is located in the heart of the lava and is known as the Gate of the Burning Heart, is also quite peaceful.

"Azkal, you arrogant bastard, out of God's will! I curse you to die sooner or later in the midst of intrigues! ”

The Demon Lord wielded a greatsword made of infernal metal essence and let out a cursed roar at the image coming from the void.

"Brainless muscular idiots, only by letting them all mess up can we be better able to fish. There are so many troops, and the servants of God cannot withstand such attrition! ”

Azkal, who was obviously stronger than the Demon Lord, said with disdain at the Demon Lord.

"Hmph, strength is fundamental!"

After finishing speaking, without giving Azkar a chance to talk back, the Demon Lord directly cut off the video connection.

There are undoubtedly many hidden dangers in the human empire.

In the secluded taverns of every city today, a religious clergyman dressed in a flame-patterned clergyman's robe, holding a book in chains, begins to preach the idea that 'free will is above all else'.

When the men were confused enough to accept their views and leave the tavern and go home, their eyes glowing with crimson flames hidden under their cloaks.

These people are not real devils, but people of other races who have been tempted to fall.

In fact, at this stage, except for a few who escaped from the prison of Xelgo by chance, the other demons are bound to the River of Flames under the underground lava. As for these demonic armies that broke through to the surface, they only belonged to the devil's creations, and they were not bound by the laws set by Yasha at all.

And the cultists who are agitating for 'freedom' everywhere are, of course, the demonic cultists developed by Azkar in Sherkor through the temptation of images and projections.

At this time, in the capital of Yingzhou, Zhou Xuan, who got rid of Hill's entanglement, accepted the invitation of the high-level leaders of Yingzhou.

"That's your plan?"

Looking at Zhou Xuan, who was full of strange smiles, the parliamentarians in Yingzhou were still confused.